Pillar of Yita Chapter 1485 - 240: The Meaning of Waiting (Part 2)

And this sentence thoroughly enraged Fang Hong, causing him to smash down with his raised fist.

The dragon-like power of a thousand jun almost effortlessly pierced through the Wanderer's body, through his chest, turning his heart into powder. But with a single punch, a large hole opened in the Wanderer's chest, yet not a drop of blood flowed, as if Fang Hong had rely pierced through a mass of purple flas.

Purple flas scattered in all directions.

But this only made Fang Hong even more uncontrollably furious.

With his right hand punching through the Wanderer's body, his left hand threw another punch, piercing through half of the Wanderer's body, causing his left half to almost completely disappear, transforming into wisps of purple flas that fell to the ground. Yet the Wanderer seed to feel no pain, rely lowered his head, quietly watching this scene unfold—

Fang Hong punched again, the remaining power transmitting into the square, almost causing the place where the two stood to collapse down a tier with a loud crash. He punched again, repeatedly punching until finally striking the ground, amidst roaring booms, the square filled with smoke and dust, sinking layer by layer.

In the end, Fang Hong even punched through the floor, causing the two to fall into a tunnel below, with sand and gravel rolling down around them, yellow sand rushing in like a waterfall. Yet Fang Hong seed unaware, only the fierce black light flashing in his eyes as he punched the Wanderer again and again.

The latter was long unrecognizable, even the last wisp of fla, was thoroughly dispersed under his punches, transforming into specks of purple light, scattering in all directions.

Those scattered flas quickly gathered again, seeming to want to reform into the shape of the Wanderer.

But Fang Hong still wasn't satisfied, continuing to punch the place where it had been.

As if every punch carried endless rage, not only from himself but also from Dolifen, from every victim of that disaster—Misu, Hes, Diket, Atira's brother, Lady Kuisu's son, Eve, and even that girl beneath the Aimumu Fortress—Eve's mother.

Fang Hong punched down again and again, each ti the Wanderer's flas gathered, they were scattered again by him, finally a low curse ca from within those flas.

Finally transforming into sparks, seeping into the ground.

Yet Fang Hong still swung his fists as if possessed.

Until a huge claw reached out from behind him, grabbing his hand. Fang Hong exerted his strength, yet couldn't shake his hand free. It wasn't until he sullenly turned around that he realized it was the giant undead creature that had grabbed his hand—the Bone Dragon, which had been watching from the side all along.

Fang Hong's mind was in chaos, without thinking, he swung a fist in return.

But the Dragon King's curse had long exhausted his strength, his punch was lightly blocked by the Bone Dragon raising its claw. Fang Hong stepped back, anger surging in his heart, as if a voice incessantly urged him, telling him to destroy every enemy in his way.

But just before he was about to be completely engulfed in darkness, a glimr of light seed to rise up before him.

He saw an azure verdant light, erging in the darkness.

And that light spread out in all directions at once, turning into a vast ocean, flashing with specks of light before him.

At that mont, he finally heard Tata's voice: "Wake up, Mr. Knight."

That calm voice was so familiar and reassuring, it made him shiver and co back to his senses, the darkness in his eyes vanishing. Fang Hong shivered, sowhat dazedly raising his head, as if still unclear about what had happened—just in ti to see a staggering white figure running towards him.

It was Eve—

The girl suddenly fell to her knees not far from him, crying and pleading: "Mr. Ade, stop, he's already gone..."

She couldn't help but reach out, trying to touch Fang Hong's hand—unfortunately, the girl's hand passed through his as if it were re dust. Fang Hong saw this and seed to rember sothing, suddenly quieting down.

That was in the darkness below, a fleeting mory fragnt...

He gazed blankly at the girl in front of him. Then looked not far away, where his vision caught sight of two strangers—no, it should be one stranger. Because the other, wrapped entirely in tattered robes, was a sorcerer-ghoul he had seen once before in the depths of Aimumu Fortress.

The two held magic wands, approaching him from left and right. Especially the middle-aged man with black hair, whose gaze held a tinge of curiosity as he looked at him.

Who were these two? Why would the sorcerer-ghoul he had seen beneath Aimumu Fortress appear here?

Fang Hong shook his head before gradually regaining so consciousness. Then he saw more people—Parker, Elisa, and Miss Atira, and seeing these familiar faces, a bit of sanity returned to his heart. Although his head remained dizzy, he couldn't help but shift his gaze to the side, looking at the girl beside him:

"Miss Eve?"

Fang Hong seed to finally recall where he was and why he fought.

He couldn't help but ask in a sowhat confused manner.

Eve stretched out her hand, but recalling the previous scene, hesitated and withdrew it. She raised her tearful eyes towards Fang Hong and nodded slightly, squeezing out a faint smile.