Facing an Ancient God for a Year Chapter 861 - 861 859 Ignition (33)

Chapter 861: Chapter 859: Ignition (33) Chapter 861: Chapter 859: Ignition (33) “Such decisiveness!”

Fu Qian was quite satisfied, as the hired muscle proved to be impressively powerful.

He had a profound experience with the power of this move.

According to Xiung, such a killer move that required the use of talismans to be certain of its release, was of considerably high rank.

So, although the “Saint” before him ranked much higher, Fu Qian wasn’t very optimistic about Its resistance to this attack.

As it turned out, tongues, after all, are afraid of flas.

Upon hitting the target, the intense white dots of light instantly started to spread outwards.

Everywhere it passed, innurable ghosts were seen vaporizing.

But sothing seed a bit different!

The next mont, Fu Qian furrowed his brows slightly.

Under the inexhaustibly destructive flas, although the giant tongue was struggling fiercely, the scorched areas weren’t annihilated into ash as they were when he had experienced it; instead, they glowed with a dazzling yellow brightness like ignited coal.

In the blink of an eye, the entire tongue appeared like a piece of coal set ablaze, yet without any signs of destruction, visibly spreading even to the sarcophagus.

This doesn’t feel quite right!

Dodging the few remaining ghosts with a series of quick changes in direction, Fu Qian silently appraised the situation.

He didn’t believe that this was a problem of Old Master Stoss’s power type; he rembered the last ti he had slain nurous ghosts, how the “Saint” had undergone a similar change, just not as quickly.

This phenonon felt more like the balance of power was being disrupted.

The flas were like a kind of contamination, where any external force would intensify the process.

…

While Fu Qian was lost in thought, the situation before him was greatly exhilarating to Xiung, especially when the ring of fire swept across.

He gestured to the two Stosses not to rush in for the kill; the next mont, he extended his hand as if touching sothing in the Void.

Old Master Logan’s body once again plumted from the air.

At this mont, the “Saint” including the sarcophagus beneath, had almost entirely turned a bright yellow color, slowly spreading to the surroundings.

Without wasting any ti, Xiung controlled Logan’s enormous body to move forward and et the ring of fire.

Roar!

Amidst the painful howls, Old Master Logan’s body started to twist once again.

Unfortunately, even though the Night Watchn were spirited, Fu Qian was all too aware of the subsequent healing effects.

He even felt too lazy to take another look, instead surveying his surroundings.

Under the spread of the flas, the existence of the great hall seed to beco illusory, to the point where he could already see the lake outside.

This “Saint” and the great hall clearly existed in this world in a special form.

And now, this unique independence was fading, making it feel as if Ballard and his team could arrive at any mont.

Recalling Yuan Fang’s sowhat ambiguous attitude previously, Fu Qian silently made a judgnt in his heart.

Yuan Fang’s manipulation might not have excluded the idea of leading wolves into the house, hoping the Hunting Squad would “carry away” the flas.

So even if he had spotted their group just now, he might have chosen to ignore them.

But at this mont, faced with the clearly out-of-control situation, the likelihood of him calling for reinforcents had greatly increased.

…

Of course, these were only details; the most pressing issue was that attacking the “Saint” also seed to be incapable of fulfilling the mission.

So was this direction also incorrect?

If this direction was wrong too, then how exactly should they “put out the fire”?

The experiences from two missions flashed rapidly through his mind, comparing them one by one.

At one mont, Fu Qian suddenly realized sothing and actually stopped in his tracks.

The humanoid ghosts, which had been chasing and attempting to intercept him, finally found their opportunity and pounced onto him.

…

Just as he had anticipated.

Enveloped by several ghosts in an instant, Fu Qian could distinctly sense a transformation within himself.

It was a sensation far beyond the feeling of simply being surrounded by ghosts, the opposite of the Fla Blessing.

More importantly, even so, the indication of mission failure still hadn’t appeared.

It was indeed as he had thought, truly an interesting cognitive error!

For a ti, Fu Qian felt deeply moved.

Having co all this way on the mission, as long as one had a certain awareness of the nature of the Unseen Hillock, then Xiung’s reaction was only human.

Don’t be contaminated, don’t rge with it, or else you’ll lose the “destiny” level of independence.

His own attempt to kill the “Saint” before had also proved this point.

His ability to harm that person was bound by almost “destiny” level Bonds.

And now, Fu Qian believed that his deeply “contaminated” self by ghosts would find it even more difficult to do sothing similar.

But the mission still hadn’t failed.

This seed to indicate once again that completing the mission didn’t rely on killing the “Saint”.

Could it even require integration?

“What were you just doing?”

Just then, Xiung’s voice ca through.

Fu Qian followed the gaze and saw the old man squinting his eyes into slits, staring over here with a strange expression.

As expected of the leader, even though Old Master Logan had enjoyed the Fla Blessing and was close to achieving his goal, this person still kept a vigilant watch over everything, not lessening his guard in the least.

And it was clear that his own movents had been observed by him.

At this mont, although he seed to look as if he were watching a lunatic, his vigilance had not lessened.

As Xiung challenged him with his question, the other two also turned their heads to look in unison.

“You guys were busy, I had sothing to do.”

Unfortunately, Fu Qian had no intention of explaining, facing Xiung’s gaze, he smiled and pointed into the distance with the casual tone of soone shooting the breeze on the street.

…Wasn’t this fellow adamant on not leaving no matter how threatened just now, and yet suddenly he wants to leave?

Fu Qian’s unusual behavior made Xiung subconsciously scan the surroundings.

Under the erosion of flas, the great hall was now an overlay of reality and illusion, even the ground beneath their feet rippling like water.

No doubt, so change was taking place.

What could this guy want to do at such a critical mont?

Based on their previous interactions, Xiung certainly didn’t believe that this man was afraid that once he and his n were freed up, they would pose a lethal threat to him.

“Where are you going?”

He couldn’t help but ask after a mont.

“Interesting question.”

Unfortunately, Fu Qian just offered an enigmatic remark, then turned around and walked away.

He even casually wiped his face, and the Face Helt closed over him.

He was being too arrogant!

When had the Hunting Squad ever tolerated such insolence? Aike couldn’t help but grit his teeth, turning to look at Xiung, awaiting his command,

Undoubtedly, he also wanted to crush this man’s head, but —

Xiung glanced at Logan, who was rapidly changing, fell silent for a few seconds, and eventually shook his head.

Saving Logan was the only core purpose of this excursion.

Although this man’s departure could bring unasurable risks, taking action at this mont might not have less impact on the plan.

In fact, if not for these considerations, he would have taken action earlier, no need to wait until now.

This man’s timing for arrogance was just too well judged!

And as the Night Watchman watched, Fu Qian, clad in black Mirror Armor, had already reached the edge of the great hall, never once looking back the entire way.

The next mont, he didn’t even slow down, he just walked out like that.