The rapidly sprinting figure obviously hadn’t expected Huang Zhiji to be carrying a portable Dharma Altar. Even if it was no match for a formal ritual setup, it still counted as an altar, placing it in an entirely different league than rely using Yellow Talismans.
The figure, on all fours, darted as agilely as a wild wolf racing through the mountains, weaving back and forth as it shuttled through the forest.
After passing a tree, he saw two figures suddenly erge from behind it, charging towards him from two different directions.
Once those two figures passed another tree, montarily blocking his view, they dashed out again, and suddenly there were four of them.
Seeing the four figures, Huang Zhiji ford a Seal Technique, his gaze intense.
All four figures seed very real; each ti one landed, there was a sound, and it kicked up the fallen leaves.
He quietly waited. When the four figures approached from all sides, and just as the first one closed to within three ters, he viciously bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed the blood onto the Yellow Talisman before him.
In that instant, thunder suddenly roared out of a clear sky, and a thin streak of lightning struck down.
The figure in the forefront dodged left and right, trying to elude the lightning.
But the lightning was not aid at them; it struck the Yellow Talismans surrounding him instead.
Fierce electric light shimred on the Yellow Talismans. The montary flash of lightning whipped out indiscriminately in all directions like an electric lash.
The figure directly in its path burst open like a balloon, leaving behind nothing but a layer of dry, cracked skin.
The figures to the left and rear also exploded, dissipating into scraps of skin. The figure on the right, however, attempted to dodge. It saw the electric lash seem drawn to it as it abruptly turned in mid-air and struck it directly.
Amid the crackling of electricity, that figure tumbled backward, slamming heavily into a tree, its fate unknown.
The scent of charring began to perate the woods.
Huang Zhiji stood his ground. Without hesitation, he took out another Talisman. A fine bolt of lightning from the Talisman struck the figure, making it tremble before it fell completely motionless.
It took three consecutive strikes before Huang Zhiji finally allowed himself a slight sigh of relief.
His master had taught him that when facing an enemy, he must exert his full strength, like a lion hunting a rabbit, and eliminate them decisively.
If it was a Ghost, he couldn’t afford to be careless until he had utterly pulverized it, scattering its spirit and soul.
When dealing with a Demon or a person, even after killing them, he must rember not to foolishly approach the corpse.
Primarily devoted to his Cultivation, he always had to rember this.
He had just seen two people enter. The other, a demonic creature, had entered a building; he didn’t know what had happened to it.
As he turned his head, he heard a faint CRACK. Looking back, he saw that the demonic creature lying under the distant tree was now nothing more than a layer of skin and clothes.
His expression hardened. He stood stock-still, holding a Yellow Talisman in one hand and a Compass in the other, waiting.
If the other party didn’t move, neither would he. They were locked in a stalemate.
「Inside another building.」
Cai Qidong, holding a thermos, looked at the demon lying on the ground, its head half caved in, and shook his head. "You sure hit hard, didn’t you? One mace strike and its head is nearly gone."
Wen Yan knelt, retrieving three magazines, two pistols, and six grenades from the demon. He then took out a box and placed everything inside.
"This damn thing reeked of blood, its eyes were crimson, sharp as spears. It drew a gun the mont it saw . What was I supposed to do?
You think I’m Senior Brother Qin? Able to control my strike precisely enough to incapacitate this demon without killing it? Is this a movie?"
Cai Heizi shook his head, unable to say more. Indeed, looking at the demon, he knew keeping it alive would have been pointless. "This fellow was officially declared wanted last month, then he vanished. Daring to co here, he should have known the best he could hope for was a quick death."
Wen Yan checked again and again, tsking in amazent.
"Tsk, this guy certainly had impressive Divine Skills, bringing guns here so openly. And grenades, no less.
He wasn’t stopped on the way, and no one followed him here, which ans no one spotted him.
For soone so capable to resort to guns, and even get his hands on grenades...
If I recall correctly, these grenades are foreign-made, aren’t they?
Impressive, very impressive.
What’s more impressive, Minister, is how you managed to offend soone so badly that they’d take such a huge risk to target you."
Wen Yan was being sarcastic, but Cai Qidong remained calm.
"I’ve angered many people. Many wish dead, and many want out of power. What’s this? It’s just an appetizer, a probe. The main course will be here soon. Get rid of the corpse outside. Even in death, it could be manipulated to cause problems."
Wen Yan said no more. He picked up the corpse and tossed it onto the open ground outside.
Recalling Cai Qidong’s words, Wen Yan paused. He made a small cut on the corpse’s chest and applied so poison with his left middle finger.
Although the person was dead and lacked any strength to resist, the Corpse Poison spread significantly slower.
Wen Yan made a ntal note. If he encountered soone in the future whose state of life or death was uncertain, he could use this thod to check. Bizarre things were appearing more frequently. Who knew if, in the future, there might be people whose hearts had stopped and who had ceased breathing, yet weren’t truly dead?
Wen Yan left the corpse there and paid it no further mind.
He felt it very clearly now. In the past, when faced with such situations, if he’d suggested leaving to get help, Cai Heizi would surely have agreed.
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