Buzz!
A powerful demonic energy field instantly enveloped the surrounding space, and the newly formed blood-red snake shadow let out a mournful cry as its escape technique was forcibly interrupted!
Almost at the same time, Ling Qingxue also made her move!
She pointed her fingers like a sword, and a condensed, icy blue sword light, seemingly capable of freezing the soul, pierced through the black-masked priest's brow in an instant, as if traversing space!
The black-masked priest froze, the light in his eyes instantly extinguished, and he fell straight down.
In the blink of an eye, of the three powerful Yamata no Priests, two died and one escaped (White Mask's escape technique was interrupted, he suffered a backlash, and collapsed with serious injuries)!
The battle ended quickly due to Zhang Shaozhong's rampage and the two powerful figures' furious attacks.
But a heavy, deathly silence permeated the scene.
Zhang Shaozhong didn't even glance at the heavily injured, white-masked priest lying on the ground. He staggered to the thorn bushes and looked at Su Lan's cold, blood-soaked corpse.
He slowly and tremblingly reached out his hand, wanting to lift her off the rock spikes, but his hand froze in mid-air halfway down.
This Sichuan girl, who was standing vividly in front of him yesterday, looking at Ling Qingxue with complicated eyes, earnestly analyzing intelligence for them... is gone just like that.
To save him...
Zhang Shaozhong gritted his teeth, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood flowing from between his fingers, but he felt no pain whatsoever.
Ye Meier and Ling Qingxue also silently walked to his side, looking at Su Lan's corpse in silence.
Ye Meier put away her usual playful demeanor, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
A barely perceptible hint of sadness flashed in Ling Qingxue's cold eyes.
The heavily wounded white-masked priest struggled to raise his head, looked at the grieving Zhang Shaozhong, and let out a hoarse, unpleasant laugh: "Heh heh... Blasphemers... the curse of Orochi... is already branded on you... no matter... you escape to the ends of the earth... you will not escape death..."
Zhang Shaozhong suddenly turned his head, his blood-red eyes staring at him like a vengeful ghost, and walked over step by step.
He didn't ask any questions, but simply lifted his foot, the chaotic energy enveloping the sole, carrying endless hatred and violence, and stomped down hard, again and again!
*Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!*
Until the white-masked priest was completely reduced to a pool of indistinct flesh, and could no longer utter a sound.
The mountains and forests have returned to silence.
Only the heavy smell of blood and the silent sorrow permeated the air.
Zhang Shaozhong stood before Su Lan's body, remaining silent for a long time.
He knew that he had a deep-seated grudge against the Yamata Shrine.
We will not rest until we die.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
