Chapter 931: Chapter 700: Get Out
Sword Qi oppresses the heavens!
The enchanting demon’s erald figure quickly beca faint and distorted in the sword light of Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain, appearing on the verge of dispersing; the demon’s already deford back arched high into a lump, and a woman’s face erged, fused into the green hue.
The second face born was not like a translucent ghost; it was a pallid, blood-red-lipped face, its mouth gaping open to reveal an abyssal blackness.
Hiss hiss…
A sound like a venomous snake’s hiss emanated from the woman’s face’s mouth.
Baili An frowned tightly, sensing sothing was amiss, and in a flash, a purple-red long tongue swiftly extended from the mouth, resembling a snake with a human head, its body smooth and round, biting towards Baili An, drawn by the scent of blood energy.
The bizarre ‘tongue’ was incredibly fast, difficult to catch with the naked eye. Relying on sharp instincts, Baili An abandoned his sword and reached out, precisely grasping the snake-like tongue.
However, upon contact, the tongue felt slippery and boneless; before he could muster the strength to crush it, the cold, sleek tongue slipped through his fingertips and away.
The tongue-snake, though not visibly destructive, only lightly brushed a cold snake kiss over the wound on his abdon.
The next mont, a piercing pain like an ice needle stabbed from Baili An’s belly, briefly followed by a fiery numbness and burning sensation.
Whether the tongue-snake left the demon’s body or exhausted the poisonous magic, without Baili An taking action, it rapidly dissipated in the wind.
The deford demon also explosively disintegrated into a mist of light, from which two broken strands of hair fell.
Baili An raised his head in realization, seeing that Wang Yi, who supposedly died under Yun Rong’s sword, had already disappeared, retreating from the battlefield in ti.
This proved his thoughts were remarkably quick, to an alarming degree.
Even though he was highly confident in his technique to conceal celestial secrets, believing no one in the Demon World could locate his hidden position, he nonetheless preemptively planted a Puppetry Technique mark on the enchanting demon here.
When he saw the life-and-death gap with Yun Rong, he decisively destroyed the powerful puppet aid of the hair demon, instantly controlling the enchanting demon with spiritual power for a stealth attack on Yun Rong.
Presuming Wang Yi could only control one living spirit puppet at a ti, who could have imagined he had such ruthless determination?
Baili An, afflicted by the enchanting demon, could still endure the abdominal wound, maintaining an unchanged expression as he rose to Yun Rong, saying, “Wang Yi is a major threat and must not remain, Yun Rong, your sword heart…”
Before the sentence was finished, Yun Rong ca quickly, ignoring Wang Yi’s hidden escape, her deanor heavy and grim, unlike her usually aloof and serene look.
She pressed down Baili An’s sword-wielding wrist, fixating on his abdominal wound: “Foolish, who allowed you to push away just now!”
Yun Rong typically showed little temper before him, yet now the anger was plainly evident in her eyes.
Baili An indicated he was fine, saying, “It’s just so superficial injuries. But, Yun Rong, please exert yourself to eliminate Wang Yi, as he has the ability to control the Beiyuan decayed monsters. If he continues, we cannot guarantee our safe escape next ti.”
Yun Rong seed deaf to what he was saying, her expression dauntingly stern: “Earlier, I saw the enchanting demon spit a bizarre tongue, surely poisoned; did it touch you?”
Everything happened too fast earlier, and due to angles, Yun Rong couldn’t confirm whether Baili An was poisoned.
Baili An steadily gazed at her, suddenly smiling, saying, “The enchanting demon’s poison is a rare venom of the Demon World; if I was affected, could I be this calm?”
Seeing his genuine expression, Yun Rong’s face sowhat eased, but she nonetheless tore open his abdon’s clothing, found the wound was vividly red, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, tearing a strip to carefully bandage his wound.
“This location is secluded; since you’re injured, rest and heal here while I return. Wang Yi’s life, I will take.”
Baili An did not contest, nodded, and found a thick tree branch to lean on, closed his eyes and ditated.
Once Yun Rong left, Baili An, sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, which were blood-red, tilted his head, and spat a mouthful of deep-colored blood.
Baili An furrowed his brow, showing a trace of pain. He impatiently tore open the cloth wrapped around his abdon and looked down; the fresh red wound was covered in a verdant spell pattern, spreading like vines, turning his pale skin gradually hard like jade.
Seeing this, Baili An’s fingers stiffened, slowly letting drop the cloth, his expression serious and cold, falling into deep contemplation.
After a while, he leaned a hand against the tree branch to rise, clearly not intending to obey the agreent to wait for Yun Rong’s return.
Upon standing, Baili An coughed harshly, abdominal blood energy surged tumultuously, his throat overflowed with a burning heat, scorching his throat dry and raspy.
The wound had been burned until pain disappeared by scorching heat, struggling against the tree branch, he could hardly rise; the burning heat beca unbearable, as cold skin was forced to perspire crystalline beads.
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