landbeastnovel Chapter 93 Look, I also cultivate demonic power
Chapter 93 Look, I also cultivate demonic power
Chapter 93 Look, I also cultivate demonic power
At the same time that Mu Kui was killed by Zhang Yuan, Xing Daorong seized the fatal flaw that caused the four grandmasters to be shaken by Mu Kui's death and their combined attack to have a slight gap!
The jet-black spear in his hand erupted with an unprecedentedly dazzling golden light, completely merging with the Vajra Dharma Image behind him, transforming into a destructive spear aura that tore through the heavens and earth!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Four heart-wrenching, desperate screams rang out almost simultaneously!
Jin Yan's seemingly indestructible rock armor shattered like paper, and his massive body was pierced by the spear's energy, exploding into countless fragments of rock!
Xuan Yin was violently shaken out of the swamp, his body, formed from water vapor, crumbled inch by inch, and his soul was scattered!
Qingling's four wings were shredded into dust by the violent energy, and her tall, thin figure was cut in half at the waist!
The Yin Bone Ancestor's white bone staff, along with the bone demon he summoned, shattered, and the pale green soul fire was completely annihilated by the extremely strong and yang evil energy!
The four powerful demon clan masters were instantly killed like clay chickens and earthen dogs by Xing Daorong's full-force attack, which was unleashed in his anger.
Limbs, severed arms, demon blood, and shattered bones scattered everywhere, turning this ruin into a scene of carnage!
In a corner not far away, Yun Canghai's face was ashen, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
With Jie Kui dead, the four grandmasters were instantly slaughtered. Xing Daorong's demonic aura terrified him!
What are the Azure Dragon Prince and the Overturning Sea King? At this moment, none of them are as important as my own life!
He dared not linger for even a moment. Taking advantage of the moment when Xing Daorong's spear was still in motion and the dust was billowing, his figure transformed into a streak of dark green light that almost blended into the night. Without looking back, he fled desperately into the dark forest far from the battlefield and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The stench of blood was so strong that it was impossible to breathe in the ruins of the main hall.
The ten remaining Blackscale Army soldiers quickly recovered from their shock and, without orders, spontaneously regrouped, moving with lightning speed to form a tight battle formation once again.
The runes on their bodies shimmered with an eerie light, and their blood-stained swords and spears pointed in all directions, vigilantly guarding the core of the battlefield: the unconscious Prince Teng, Zhang Yuan standing with his sword, and Captain Xing Daorong, who stood like a pillar of strength, his spear tip still dripping demonic blood.
"Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo"
In the midst of this suffocating silence, a desolate yet powerful horn sound pierced through the darkness before dawn, rising urgently as it drew nearer!
Immediately afterwards, a dull but rhythmic tremor began to emanate from the earth!
At the end of the official road, billowing dust filled the air!
Squads of elite black-armored war cavalry, clad in heavy black armor and riding equally scaled beasts, surged forward like an iron torrent, shattering the morning mist and heading toward the ruins of Nanruo Temple!
On the fluttering banners was the even more elaborate and majestic "Zhenwu" emblem!
The main reinforcements from the Zhenwu Division of Luyang Prefecture have finally arrived!
Xing Daorong slowly withdrew his spear, his gaze sweeping over the rotten wood that Mu Kui had turned into and the broken remains of the four grandmasters on the ground, before finally landing on Zhang Yuan.
The young man who had just risked his life to kill a Grandmaster-level demon with his innate physical body.
His eyes were deep and unfathomable, carrying a hint of scrutiny, a hint of inquiry, and a hint of indescribable complexity.
Zhang Yuan met Xing Daorong's gaze and slowly put the "Hidden Kill" short sword, dripping with demon blood, back into his sleeve.
The pale blue tree-like markings on his arm were broken, but they still seemed to be slightly warm.
In his sea of consciousness, the lifespan figure, which had surged to over two thousand years, resembled a burning flame, reflecting the increasingly resolute light in his eyes.
The Great Way Leads to the Same Destination —
The power has only just begun!
Luyang Prefecture City.
Yuelai Inn.
Wang Ziteng sat on the wooden couch, his face pale. The light streaming in from the window reflected the lingering, eerie green in the depths of his eyes, as if another force was lurking and surging within him.
"Qingyang, will I become a demon?" Wang Ziteng's voice was dry, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor. He didn't look at Zhang Yuan, but stared blankly at the noisy and unfamiliar street outside the window. "Just like Yun Zheng—half-human, half-demon, and ultimately—"
Zhang Yuan walked to his side and placed his hand on his shoulder.
His voice was deep and firm, brooking no argument: "Ziteng, look at me. So what if you've transformed into a demon? Demonic power is merely a manifestation of the power of heaven and earth. The key lies in whose heart wields it!"
"Power itself is neither good nor evil; it depends on how you use it and for whom you fight!"
"As long as you can harness its power and grasp its hilt, it becomes a weapon in your hand, not a shackle that binds you!"
Wang Ziteng's lips twitched slightly, and he shook his head, his voice filled with self-mockery and fear: "Don't try to comfort me. I know—I know what I'll become. A monster that everyone hates, despises, and scorns, like—"
He wanted to describe what Yun Zheng looked like in the prison cart, but he choked up.
"Look at Captain Xing!" Zhang Yuan interrupted him, his voice rising several decibels, carrying a resolute force that forcibly pulled Wang Ziteng's thoughts back from the abyss of despair. "On the Canglang River, he treads the waves; in the Nanruo Temple, one man with one spear, he slays five Grandmaster-level demons! What awe-inspiring! What power!"
"Isn't his power a fusion of pure martial arts aura and unfathomable demonic runes? The Great Dao leads to the same goal, and different paths to the same destination!"
"If Xing Daorong can do it, why can't you, Wang Ziteng? Are you willing to be devoured by this power, rather than turning the tables and subjugating it, using it to avenge your blood debts?"
Wang Ziteng shuddered, abruptly raising his head. For the first time, a faint but real light shone in his bloodshot eyes: "Really? Commander Xing—he really also—"
He couldn't imagine that the god-like figure also shared similarities with his current predicament.
Zhang Yuan didn't answer, but just stared at him sharply.
The next moment, Zhang Yuan's internal energy was quietly activated, and the pale blue tree pattern under the skin of his left arm suddenly lit up with a faint light!
A pure, restrained yet vibrant, eerie aura, carrying a trace of the innate Wood element, spread out.
Under Wang Ziteng's astonished gaze, a layer of illusory robes, resembling a thin emerald gauze or ancient vines, slowly condensed around Zhang Yuan. Though not solid, it exuded a unique fluctuation belonging to demonic magic!
This is the manifestation of the power of the [Innate Green Wood Incarnation] that he condensed at the cost of a hundred years of his lifespan!
"Look, I also cultivate demonic power." Zhang Yuan's voice was calm, yet it struck Wang Ziteng's heart like a heavy hammer. "My path is the same as what Commander Xing said; the great path leads to the same destination. Power is for my own use."
He reached out again, this time not just pressing on Wang Ziteng's shoulder, but with immense force, pressing down on it, his eyes burning like flames: "Listen, Ziteng! Don't succumb to fear, take control of the power within you!"
"Live on! Live consciously! We still have blood debts to settle! The blood feud of Yun Zheng, the blood feud of countless innocent people on both sides of the Chensha River who were swallowed by the flood and perished in the belly of the demon!"
"Shouldn't we personally collect the blood debts owed by that old demon who overturned the sea? Do you want Yun Zheng's final request to fall through?"
"revenge----"
Wang Ziteng murmured and repeated the two words, which seemed to carry a burning heat, instantly igniting the suppressed flames in his heart.
Yun Zheng's final, relieved and at peace gaze, the icy yet compassionate push in the floodwaters of the Chensha River—
And then there was the raging flood, the despair of homes being submerged—
All the images are intertwined.