Chapter 562: Chapter 144: The Horrifying Entity Within the Blood Moon

"Xie Qun, what do you want to do? If you want to die, just say so." Zhou An asked with a furrowed brow, feeling something was amiss.

The opponent was alone, yet appeared extremely arrogant, not fearing them in the slightest, as if he had something to rely on.

The bronze longsword hovered in front of him, trembling continuously, ready to slash at any moment, its blade glinting menacingly in the dim light.

Zhu Wenwu glanced at him and reminded in a low voice, "Don’t be impulsive, first observe the situation, Xie Qun’s aura seems unusual, a bit like those Wizards."

They could distinguish between Wizards and the Extraordinary, but Xie Qun’s aura was somewhat blurred between the two, and his mental state was also abnormal.

An Extraordinary being in an abnormal mental state implied his body was also in an abnormal state; the two were interconnected.

The man with the large scissors on his back placed his hands in his pockets, his expression slightly ferocious, and said in a hoarse voice:

"It’s nothing other than a bit of jealousy, why can you live well while I have to endure this pain, and others must die."

"I guess I just hope you can become like me."

"Captain Zhou, it’s time to choose. You’re a sensible person; if you don’t want to die, join us."

Zhou An suddenly realized and said, "Are you from the Doomsday Cult?"

A sinister smile appeared on Xie Qun’s face, "Of course..."

The words hadn’t even finished.

Zhu Wenwu charged forward with his steel sword, probably remembering what Xie Qun might say, but couldn’t let him say it.

This was a Speech Curse, a capability to influence reality through language, requiring a lot of words to cover up what was truly intended to be said.

In his memory, including himself, no one thought Xie Qun would have such ability, and thus fell for it.

Xie Qun’s face showed a look of surprise, not expecting the seemingly calm Zhu Wenwu to rush forward like a brute.

Indeed, people shouldn’t be judged by appearance.

However, this precisely disrupted their predetermined plan.

A blood-red dagger appeared above Xie Qun’s head, spinning at high speed.

It was a mark of death.

Zhou An was also stunned; Zhu Wenwu told him not to act rashly, but himself suddenly charged forward.

At this moment, Zhu Wenwu’s speed accelerated, as he swiftly sidestepped backwards, seemingly anticipating something.

A scarlet large hand burst out from Xie Qun’s abdomen, grabbing towards him at an incredibly fast speed, like a shadow.

He adeptly evaded the attack, his eyes flashed with blood, bursting with tremendous power, reverse-hand drawing circles in front of him with his steel sword, slashing at the palm of the large hand, causing it to halt abruptly.

At the same time, a sharp sound was heard as Zhou An controlled the bronze sword to shoot, a flash of green light passing, cutting off the large hand at the wrist.

"Ah~"

A painful scream came from Xie Qun’s mouth, this thing that was like an extension of his arm being cut off must have been incredibly painful.

At this time, more people appeared not far away, surrounding them, a large number dressed uniformly, all in gray coats with white cloth hats.

This was a planned ambush, the Doomsday Cult had long known their route.

It was unknown whether this was revenge for the events in Donglin City or for some other purpose.

Soon after, Xie Qun’s skin turned scarlet, appearing extremely terrifying, the skin like it had peeled off revealing the lines of muscle.

Two thick blood-stained hands extended from his back, grabbing the rusted scissors, rushing towards Zhou An.

Zhou An was their main target, also the greatest threat in their plan, after all, he was a Tier Eight Extraordinary, with quite formidable strength.

"Slow!"

Xie Qun shouted, the lines on his body glowing white, the bronze longsword indeed slowed down, which he skillfully sidestepped to evade.

Zhu Wenwu took a red paper ball out of his pocket and threw it on the ground, clear explosive sounds followed by a large amount of smoke exploding in the space, engulfing Xie Qun.

In the smoke, intense lightning flashed, entwining Xie Qun.

Simultaneously, Zhu Wenwu charged into the smoke without a pause, bracing against the lightning, slashing towards Xie Qun’s neck.

Everything seemed just right.

Due to the barrier of smoke, he was right in Xie Qun’s blind spot of perception.

"Stop!"

Xie Qun shouted as he saw Zhu Wenwu, blood oozing from his eyes, the curse’s effect was mutual, causing great damage to the body.

But Zhu Wenwu seemed utterly unaffected, not pausing at all, the blade easily slicing through Xie Qun’s neck, drawing out a black line, a large amount of white smoke emanating from within.

Xie Qun’s head fell off, but his hand movements hadn’t stopped, continuing to clip towards Zhu Wenwu’s abdomen.

The next moment.

His chest was pierced by the returning flying sword, halting in place.

The Mortal breaking swordmaster’s attacking ability was remarkably strong, easily severing the line of life, hitting Xie Qun’s vital point with one strike, severing his life force.

Xie Qun’s head dropped to the ground, eyes wide open, shouting, "You can’t kill me, I am Immortal."

Zhu Wenwu’s actions did not stop, piercing his head through with one strike, a large amount of white smoke billowed from the wound.

Xie Qun’s eyes turned white, completely devoid of life breath.

The longsword in front of Zhou An once again transformed into a green light shooting out, slicing past Xie Qun’s side, heading towards the jungle behind.

Through Zhu Wenwu’s indication, he noticed there was another person there.

Bang~

The bronze longsword seemed to be collided with something, flying off obliquely, the blade even dented.

A figure dressed in a gray robe, wearing a white mask slowly walked out, his eyes were blood red, holding a copper puppet in one hand.

The mask on his face, rather than being worn, seemed to have grown on it, integrated with the skin.

"Not bad, your strength is a bit stronger than I expected, but not much."

The white mask wielding the puppet spoke with a tone of superiority.

He fixed his eyes on Zhu Wenwu, who appeared weaker in strength, saying, "You’re rather strange, actually killing him, which should have been impossible."

In his view, Xie Qun was stronger than these two, yet he was taken down quite easily.

This seemed odd; he couldn’t decipher where the problem lay.

Everything seemed to be coincidental, like a series of unlikely events happening in a short time.

"What kind of monster are you?"

Zhou An facing great pressure, did not back down, shouting.

This person had no hint of an Extraordinary aura, more like a monster, yet the sense of oppression was very clear.

Zhu Wenwu knew what this was, a terrifying creature born under the Blood Moon, and later grown into a calamity-like existence, worshiped like a Divine Spirit by many humans.

"Monster? That term is inaccurate; I am a Divine Spirit capable of bringing hope to you!"

The white mask pulling a string, swinging the puppet, spoke with an air of ease.

"Submit or face death!"

The eyes on the string-pulling puppet glowed red; other Doomsday Cult believers’ eyes also flushed red, their auras altering accordingly.

Zhou An once again controlled the bronze longsword to shoot at him, but this time it passed through his body easily, causing no harm.

"Projection?"

He was momentarily dazed, sensing something coming towards him, instinctively dodging yet still being knocked flying.

With the change, several Doomsday Cultists rushed madly towards Zhou An, their bodies hardening immensely, able to withstand an anti-materiel sniper rifle shot.

However, Zhou An still had the capability to slay them, albeit requiring more effort.

Zhu Wenwu holding the steel sword charged straight at the white mask, that dagger marked not the white mask but the unseen void.

Crimson lines spread across his skin, his speed once more surged.

His mind replayed the words Su Changxing said before leaving, "The comparison of strength is not absolute, but victory is absolute. As long as you seize the chance, you can win."

A large amount of black liquid exploded in the air, forming petal shapes.

The white mask, seeing Zhu Wenwu stained with blood, revealed a look of astonishment, finding it incredible, sensing a similar power within Zhu Wenwu.

It’s difficult for similar beings to kill each other, because they essentially cannot be killed, one of the laws within the boundless blood mist.

But if it’s true, then why, that person’s blade still came slashing towards him, raising the steel sword in a strange posture.

He surprisingly felt a hint of danger from this seemingly frail human.