Chapter 907 - 732: Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Escapes, Who Pursues (2)

Chapter 907: Chapter 732: Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Escapes, Who Pursues (2)

"Can’t linger in battle... must escape quickly!" Raven’s heart was in a state of extreme urgency.

He didn’t want to risk his life against the White Mask before him, not because he thought he couldn’t win or was afraid of the opponent, but because he felt it wasn’t worth the effort.

He was primarily afraid of attracting the attention of some monster far away, which would truly make escape impossible.

He came to do a good deed, to protect them, but ended up getting himself into trouble because the object of protection was too strong. That would be a real joke.

However, the things one fears most often come true.

It’s as if the Lower City inherently harbors a malevolence that subdues all defiance and luck.

While Raven was tactically maneuvering around the White Mask with part of his attention focused on monitoring the battlefield’s changes from afar, the situation he least wanted to see occurred.

From the distance, a petite figure with braided hair seemed to sense something. She suddenly stood on tiptoes and, with a light flip, landed steadily on the wide, rock-like shoulder of a burly giant.

Then, standing tall, her eyes glinted as she pointed in their direction, resembling a sly little fox discovering two... rabid rabbits fighting in the grass.

The rabid rabbits aren’t afraid of the fox but are terrified of the wild beast under the fox’s feet.

"This is bad!!"

Raven’s heart trembled with shock, a freezing cold dread surged from his soles to his skull, more chilling than the cold of his own Nine Yin Scripture.

He could no longer worry about potential relapses of old injuries or future recuperation. If entangled by that beast under the fox’s feet, there would be no "future" to speak of.

"Haa—!

Raven let out a suppressed low growl, sensing something cracking inside him as he pushed the power of the Nine Yin Scripture to unprecedented speeds.

An even deeper cold erupted from his center.

The white cold that had been swirling around his palms suddenly condensed and compressed, changing from pale to a more profound, unsettling ghostly white.

It was no longer simple cold, but a highly condensed, nearly liquefied extreme yin energy.

It was as if his hands had transformed into ghastly ice-locked claws shaped by "liquid nitrogen."

In this extreme cold, even the air around him caused the light to distort.

White Mask, ready to pounce again, suddenly had his pupils contract into pinpoints, and for the first time, his expression changed drastically under the mask.

It was not pure fear but shock at recognizing the opponent’s identity.

There are many martial arts with yin attributes, including some that can condense air into ice and crack metal and stone.

But to compress and transform yin energy to such a level, exhibiting an almost "liquid extreme cold" characteristic, as far as he knew, there was only one.

"Nine Yin Scripture? You’re Night Guardians—?!!

His exclamation abruptly halted!

Raven didn’t give him a chance to finish.

With a hand wreathed in ghostly white cold like "liquid nitrogen," he swiftly pressed forward, slamming against the White Mask’s crossed, defensive exoskeleton.

"Cra-aack—!"

The space around White Mask suddenly solidified.

This wasn’t merely low-temperature freezing but a more fundamental sensation of having "movement" and "heat" forcibly stripped away and killed.

His body’s vigorously circulating blood and the exoskeleton providing strong support all became rigid at this moment.

The ghostly white ice layer did not merely spread but exploded like a rapidly growing crystalline forest, bursting from the ground beneath his feet, condensing from the surrounding air, with tenfold the previous speed.

Sealing him entirely from foot to head, including his unspoken words, in a massive, approximately 1.4-meter-high ice block, clear and transparent with an eerie blue glow swirling within!

Done!

A lifelike ice sculpture!

"Poof—!"

Raven violently spat out blood mixed with ice shards, staining the front of his garment, his fierce coughing almost doubling him over, and the face under the mask turned pale as paper.

But he dared not linger even a moment!

Enduring the sharp agony inside his chest like numerous ice blades cutting through, he quickly straightened, raised his trembling palm, and struck the center of the ice sculpture’s chest heavily.

"Boom!"

The ice sculpture shuddered, covered in cracks, yet did not immediately shatter—White Mask’s defense was far superior to the previous three.

Without glancing at the result, Raven used the recoil of the strike to turn himself, pouring every bit of usable strength into his legs, heedlessly risking old injuries, and bolted toward the direction opposite to the battlefield’s center without looking back.

Just as Raven struck and turned to flee,

Hong Ya, perched on Li Bashan’s shoulder, showed an expression of even greater excitement and delight, pointing in the direction of Raven’s escape while chattering excitedly,

"Big brother, look over there! There’re two people fighting fiercely! Little junior brother seems not to have noticed them!"

Her little head quickly assessed the situation, pointing at Raven’s fleeing figure, urged urgently,

"Huh? One of them turned into a popsicle? Oh no, the other shadowy one is escaping, looks like no good guy, Big Brother, chase him!!"

Li Bashan’s tiger eyes turned, glancing over.

The next moment, his gigantic foot wearing ordinary cloth shoes stomped down casually on the ground.

"Boom——!!"

It was as if a heavy bomb exploded on the spot!

Turf, dirt, and stones flew like a fountain, leaving a massive crater over three meters in diameter.

Li Bashan’s massive figure, carrying Hong Ya on his shoulder, blasted skyward like a human cannonball thrown by a giant.

With that leap alone, they crossed nearly a hundred meters.

Subsequently, like a shooting star descending,

"Boom!!!"

There was another thunderous crash as Li Bashan landed heavily in the dense grass, his feet striking the earth and again exploding into a crater of similar size, the shockwave flattening and shattering the surrounding grass.

Without any pause, the muscles in his legs once again erupted with destructive power, exploding the ground beneath him a second time as he rocketed skyward once more.

Rising, descending, rising again, descending...

Hong Ya, seated comfortably on his shoulder from a standing posture, swung her feet clad in little red shoes joyfully through the air, swaying rhythmically with the rise and fall motion alongside her big brother.

The twin braids on her head bobbed with the wild rhythm, straightening downwards with the gravity of descent, then flying up with the inertia of ascent.

Her little face showed no trace of fear, instead brimming with thrill and joy.

The entire battlefield, friend or foe alike, had their attention forcibly drawn to the ongoing "boom-boom" rise and fall.

In their shocked, bewildered, or terrified gaze, the massive silhouette soaring and falling like an unending super bomb left a series of perfectly spaced round "scars" amidst the vast grassland.

From an aerial drone’s perspective, this scene exuded a sort of violent yet orderly strange beauty.

Each almost perfect circular crater formed a straight, uncompromising pursuit line at an astonishing pace, extending rapidly toward the distant tiny gray dot fleeing desperately.

.....

Zhang Shenyi was forcibly shaken awake from the cusp of unconsciousness by the escalating tremors transmitted through the ground.

He felt as if his whole body was falling apart, every part ached, and his internal organs seemed displaced.

"Strange... I’m not dead?!!"

His vision still brimmed with swirling stars; buzzing filled his ears, and his mind was in a muddled mess.

"Strange, why did I say ’again’..."

Struggling, he lifted his head and through blurred vision caught sight of the terrifying figure making earthquakes from afar. The shiver of narrowly surviving brought a measure of clarity back to him.