Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1369 - 1370: Are They Really Immortal?

In the prison cell, darkness prevailed, and Sister Snake whispered, "Nuannuan, are you okay?"

Under the dim light of the corridor, Nuannuan's small figure could be seen curled up on a cot.

Her hands and feet were shackled by chains as thick as a child's arm, the effects of the anesthetic seemingly still lingering, leaving her drowsy.

"Damn, these bastards dared to treat the Saintess like this."

Sister Snake cursed, took out a key, and opened the cell door.

For so reason, Yang Fei felt an ominous foreboding in his heart.

The foreboding feeling, like dust in the air, though invisible, made Yang Fei distinctly sense that sothing was wrong.

Violent Bear and Sister Snake, concerned for Nuannuan, rushed into the cell as Sister Snake reached out to pull Nuannuan's hand.

"Nuannuan, wake up, Sister Snake is here to save you."

At that mont, the muscles at the corner of Yang Fei's eyes twitched, and all the hair on his body stood on end.

In that instant, he sensed a chilling and fierce murderous intent descending from above the cell.

"Watch out, danger!"

Yang Fei shouted, Extre Tiger activating within him, his speed reaching its peak as he dashed in and knocked Sister Snake away.

At the mont Sister Snake was knocked aside, a claw appeared out of nowhere in front of Yang Fei's chest, aiming directly at his heart.

Yang Fei managed to block with his hand just in ti, quickly deploying Turtle Shield to protect his hand.

Bang!

A dull thud sounded as the claw struck Yang Fei's hand, deflected by the power of his Turtle Shield.

The claw vanished, and at that sa ti, a ghostly shadow erged from the darkness.

The figure, resembling a skyborne bat, flapped its arms, soaring into the air, hanging upside down from above.

Yang Fei felt a burning pain in his hand and glanced at it; his Turtle Shield had been dispelled by the attack.

His palm was red and swollen, with a faint blackness, feeling slightly numb, as if poisoned.

As Yang Fei encountered the enemy, Big Bald Violent Bear was also engaged by the enemy; he drew his Desert Eagle and opened fire.

Amidst the whistling bullets, the enemy's ghostly figure narrowly avoided them, rolling and hiding back into the darkness.

As the leader of the Temple Knights and a True Martial Master herself, Sister Snake was nearly caught off guard by the enemy's sneak attack, provoking her anger.

She turned around, took one look, and sneered.

"Hmph, I really wasn't mistaken, you disgusting vampires indeed plot against my Wu Clan."

Atop the cell, the bat-like figure's face was shrouded in a broad cloak, remaining silent.

His eyes glead with a ghostly fire, a sinister crimson glow filled with malice.

"I intended to assassinate at least one Witch King, but I didn't expect to encounter you three ants! So be it, I enjoy this appetizer."

The bat-like figure's voice was sharp, reminiscent of a eunuch's.

In Sister Snake's palm, a vortex of True Martial Qi Energy ford, suddenly pushing upward.

True Martial Qi Energy blasted out, aiming at the vampire above.

Swoosh!

The vampire above suddenly disappeared, and Sister Snake's True Martial Qi Explosion missed its target.

With a boom, the stone ceiling nearly collapsed, debris raining down in a flurry.

At that mont, a sharp claw flashed behind Sister Snake, accompanied by a shrill whistle.

The vampire, monts earlier, had suddenly appeared behind Sister Snake.

His claws extended from the nail seams, reaching a full two inches in length.

Infused with Essence, his claws were blood red, shining with a tallic luster, appearing extrely sharp.

A sharp coldness pierced her lower back, as Sister Snake rolled forward, but her lower back still throbbed with pain, bursting into a spray of blood.

While Sister Snake battled the Immortal Race master, Yang Fei charged towards Nuannuan.

Violent Bear, wielding the Desert Eagle, targeted another Immortal Race mber in the darkness, firing recklessly, fire erupting from the barrel, ricocheting off everywhere.

Yang Fei seized the opportunity to reach Nuannuan, placing a palm on her Dantian, infusing a hot flaming Essence Qi through it.

The Dantian acupuncture point is a taboo area for any martial artist to touch.

Nuannuan, struck by a tranquilizer dart, hadn't shed the drug's effects, remaining groggy, but as her Dantian was attacked, she imdiately snapped awake.

She opened her eyes, suddenly wide as she saw Yang Fei.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

Yang Fei grabbed the chain on her wrist, with a crunch, his indomitable Gang Strength shattered the chain instantly.

At that mont, a ghostly shadow erged from below Nuannuan's cot, lunging at Yang Fei like lightning.

"Screw you!"

Having just fought the Immortal Tribespeople, Yang Fei understood how formidable they were—they moved like lightning, with imnse strength.

Therefore, as Yang Fei struck, he used the Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal.

Bang!

With a loud thud, his palm exploded the air, striking the opponent's claw.

The figure let out a strange cry, his claw fractured by Yang Fei's slap, the sharp nails breaking off, and the person was hurled like a kicked ball.

Yang Fei shielded Nuannuan, following up with a Heart-Piercing Leg, pinning the airborne figure against the wall, then stomping on his throat with a fierce grind.

Crack!

The person's throat emitted a peculiar cracking sound, the throat bone crushed by Yang Fei's foot.

But at that mont, Yang Fei felt a pain in his left leg, pierced by a vampire's claw through the calf muscle.

Yang Fei grimaced with pain, his right leg soared, kicking the Immortal Race mber's head.

The Immortal Tribesperson's head, like a waterlon struck by a sledgehamr, burst open.

Yang Fei landed swiftly, while the Immortal Race's corpse slid off the wall.

Its body continued to struggle, attempting to stand, joints and bones cracking ominously.

Witnessing this terrifying scene, Nuannuan scread in fright, clutching Yang Fei's hand tightly, also deeply shaken.

Immortal Tribespeople are said to be undying, but could they really not die?

Fortunately, the figure whose head was kicked open only twitched once before collapsing and ultimately stopped moving.

Yang Fei breathed a sigh of relief, patting Nuannuan's shoulder.

"It's alright, these blood-sucking guys possess strong Essence Qi and resilient vitality, but they're not immortal—they're humans, not ghosts."

Nuannuan cald down slightly, then gathered her courage.

"When did these bastards sneak in? Daring to spook , Nuannuan, do they have a death wish?"

Yang Fei chuckled, as at that mont, Violent Bear's Desert Eagle had emptied its magazine.

The Immortal Tribesperson he had been shooting at let out a shriek, rapidly advancing towards him.

Nuannuan intervened, her white little palm seemingly casual, lightly and leisurely slapping outwards.

The Immortal Tribesperson, elusive and unable to be locked by bullets, instantly froze in place.

At this ti, Violent Bear and Yang Fei finally got a clear look at the person's face.

Underneath the large cloak was a handso face, with a sickly pallor, but undeniably a handso Caucasian.

At this mont, blood was seeping slowly from his mouth, eyes, nose, and ears, as his eyes widened.

His throat emitted a gurgling sound, his expression terrified, staring disbelievingly at Nuannuan.