Chapter 115 - 110: The Call Tide Witch, Might of the Blood Emperor

Chapter 115: Chapter 110: The Call Tide Witch, Might of the Blood Emperor

Although the Safe Zone looked as if the Manager had built it from scratch, brick by brick, and although they knew the Manager was mysterious, powerful, and extraordinarily capable, a camp of this considerable scale absolutely could not be built by one person alone.

It had nothing to do with strength. Moreover, equipment appeared in the Safe Zone from time to time, expanding it into new areas. Where did these come from? Someone had to purchase goods, and someone had to manage and guard the camp. No matter how strong a single person was, they could not be in two places at once.

Hair Ghost, Lin Xiao, and Lina, the employees recruited by the Manager, might have a chance to become Direct Lineage personnel of the Safe Zone in the future, but they definitely weren’t right now. Just like the Extreme Intent Martial Arts Hall, the true Direct Lineage personnel were only the few personal disciples of the Various Hall Masters. The Direct Lineage of the Wizard’s House was also only the students taken in by the First, Second, and Third Seats, along with a few middle and high-level members. The Countermeasures Bureau had more core personnel, but they also had team Elites, Ordinary black windbreakers, and some outer-circle Dream Descenders who didn’t even have black windbreaker uniforms.

Direct Lineage, backbone, and outer circle. Hair Ghost and the others were at best the backbone of the Safe Zone. The other Dream Descenders were the outer circle... Even though Xi Xue considered herself part of the backbone, a die-hard supporter of the Safe Zone, and a member whose serial number ranked among the top few, she still didn’t dare say she was part of the Safe Zone’s Direct Lineage.

At first, some Dream Descenders thought the "Manager" might be the spokesperson for a mysterious faction, simply because the Manager seemed too easygoing. However, after the Manager intervened forcefully in the Ancient Village Nightmare, this speculation was overturned. Yet, a Safe Zone camp of this size couldn’t possibly be run by the Manager alone. The Manager definitely had trusted subordinates, and more than one.

So who were these Direct Lineage subordinates? The beckoning clay sculpture at the bar that often called itself "Lord Blood"?

Definitely not. This adorkable Blood-Colored Clay Sculpture was either a prop or a controlled Ghost Object. It wasn’t human, after all.

The members had long felt that the black-skirted Zhuo Ling had a mysterious origin and a special identity. Now, they were certain.

As the members fled toward the Safe Zone’s gate, Zhuo Ling, holding a small black parasol, moved against the tide. In its mind, scenes of the Black Armor Ghost Object’s various attacks were replaying. Profound Sword and the other powerful members had at least helped it probe out the main Ability of this Leader Ghost.

"The black sword aura has terrifying destructive power within a hundred-meter range, with a short wind-up and almost zero cooldown." These were the terms the Manager had just muttered. Zhuo Ling actually understood them.

From its perspective, the enemy’s "black sword aura" had to be at least at the Perfection level of the Peak Realm to achieve such seamless, back-to-back strikes.

It thought, "The enemy is extremely strong, its body containing incredibly surging Curse Power. The Curse Power combined with the armor makes it almost impossible to injure the Black Armor Ghost before breaking through this layer of defense."

That was why the Black Armor Ghost could shatter Silver Blade with a single punch.

Zhuo Ling pondered a few more details as its position bypassed Profound Sword. It pointed the small parasol forward, gripping the handle and making the canopy spin rapidly.

SPLASH!

Surging water poured out, and a black whirlpool formed with the parasol canopy at its center, crashing overwhelmingly toward the Black Armor Leader.

"She made her move!"

"What a terrifying might! So strong!"

"Can we Dream Descenders possess such surging Curse Power too?"

But the Black Armor Leader was clearly stronger. The sword aura it slashed out tore straight through the black tide, flying toward Zhuo Ling with undiminished momentum. While the first sword aura was still in midair, the second had already been slashed out. This Thunderbolt-like momentum was even more terrifying than before.

Profound Sword felt a chill down his spine. With his capabilities, he could only barely dodge, but could he dodge ten times, or twenty times? Zhuo Ling also chose to dodge. Only, it was much more composed.

SPLASH!

Water splashed and leaped. When three streaks of sword aura slashed down in rapid succession, blasting the black waves apart, cracking the earth, and sending rubble flying, it had long since disappeared into the tide. Its figure appeared over twenty meters away, rising from the waves. Its upper body maintained a human form, while its lower body melded into the water, resembling a spirit that commanded the waves.

Although it actually was one; a Spring Spirit was still a spirit.

At this moment, black water continuously gushed out from all around, spreading out and nearly turning the surroundings into a small lake. Using the "Elemental Form" Ability, Zhuo Ling darted freely through the waves at a speed even faster than Instant Teleportation. It could appear anywhere! The Black Armor Leader’s endless, terrifying slashes only managed to split the earth and send water flying. Landing on empty air, they were completely useless.

"So strong!"

"And what kind of Curse Art Ability is this? It seems to meld her entire body into the waves!"

Not to mention young people like Profound Sword and Xi Xue, even Captain Fen Huo in the distance couldn’t understand it. How could a human body meld into a stream of water? After advancing to an Extraordinary Life and undergoing Life Transformation, one could indeed possibly achieve this with the help of certain special abilities. But clearly, the black-skirted young girl was not an Extraordinary. Below the Extraordinary, whether they were Fusion Stage newbies or Third Refinements Realm experts, they were all just flesh and blood mortals.

The human body had its limits.

"You can’t understand it? It’s only right that you can’t," Shi An murmured, hearing the exclamations of some Dream Descenders.

He wasn’t surprised. Because Zhuo Ling wasn’t human! The human body had limits, but Ghosts were not restricted by them.

He thought, "Little Blood can transform into Blood Mist and conceal its figure; Nether Robe can achieve true Instant Teleportation and pass through obstacles; and Zhuo Ling can meld into water, freely changing its shape."

Human experts, even a Half-Step Extraordinary at the Peak of Third Refinements, Great Perfection, who had Refined three Rare Level Curse Objects, couldn’t possess abilities like Zhuo Ling and the others. Unless they Refined an Excellence Level Curse Object. Night Concealment’s mask could meld the body into shadows, although it was the Shadow Incarnation he condensed that actually achieved this.

He pondered, "But then again, setting aside whether someone at the Refining Stage has a chance to obtain an Excellence Curse Object, even if they did, could they use it? Could they Refine it?"

Shi An watched the outside world. The Black Armor Leader clearly lacked intelligence, fighting purely on instinct. And now, twenty seconds had passed since Zhuo Ling made its move, yet no Nightmare’s consciousness enveloped them. The previous Black Crow Ghost was indeed abnormal. It was a pity that the Black Crow Ghost was already dead.

The Black Armor Leader couldn’t hit Zhuo Ling. However, Zhuo Ling’s tidal waves crashing against the opponent’s Heavy black armor were like mere scratches. Zhuo Ling began to use its third Skill, "Fallen Domination."

In the tides, several whirlpools appeared, followed closely by one Ghost after another drilling out from within them.

"This... so Miss Zhuo Ling is actually a Yugui Stream expert? And she wields an Ability capable of controlling multiple Ghosts at once?"

These few Ghosts were all captured by Zhuo Ling from various Nightmares over the past few days. With its capability, corrupting and defiling an Ordinary Ghost was just a matter of moments. The defiled Ghosts were shrouded in wisps of black smoke, their appearances becoming increasingly terrifying.

Several fallen Ghosts emerged from all directions, surrounding the Black Armor Leader. However, in close-quarters combat, the Black Armor Ghost’s terror was truly revealed. Wielding a black Great Sword, its speed was fast and its strength was even greater; a single strike could easily cleave a Ghost in half.

With a spin, the Great Sword transformed into a storm. In an instant, the bodies of the fallen Ghosts were shattered.

The surrounding people gasped. Profound Sword was especially glad he hadn’t clashed head-on with the Black Armor Ghost; otherwise, the grass on his grave would be growing tall by next year.

Fen Huo thought, "We can retreat now, right?"

No matter what, the black-skirted girl who had just taken action had indeed stalled this Leader Level Ghost. Now, it wouldn’t be difficult for the strategy team to retreat safely. It was just that Fen Huo was very curious: "When did Baijiang City gain such an expert? Or did this black-skirted girl come from the Outer City? Lindong City, Chongshan City, or somewhere else?"

But Zhuo Ling wasn’t planning to retreat. Because its Manager’s request was to conquer this Nightmare and Slash off the head of this Ghost.

"For Zhuo Ling to achieve this much is already very strong. Next..." Shi An cast his gaze over.

BOOM!

Thicker black Curse Power permeated from the Black Armor Leader’s body, and it poured out all of its strength relentlessly as if it cost nothing. Around them, hills were smashed, and the ground was covered with crisscrossing slash marks.

Fen Huo’s face was solemn. He said to the team members beside him, "This is the terror of a Ghost. We captains claim to have the strength to clash with Level 1 Ghosts, but this kind of clash is just stalling, trying to find flaws to conquer it. It’s absolutely not a head-on battle. Because a Ghost’s Life Force and Curse Power are far higher than ours. You must always remember, we humans are just mortals of flesh and blood."

Just like at this moment.

It looked like neither the black-skirted girl nor the Black Armor Leader could do anything to the other. However, the Black Armor Leader possessed unparalleled might, as if it were invincible. Whether it wanted to advance or retreat, it couldn’t be trapped by the surrounding tides. If a head-on confrontation was this difficult, let alone killing such a Ghost?

Therefore, Fen Huo never entertained such thoughts.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

A streak of blood-colored rainbow light pierced through the distant sky. The Black Armor Leader also noticed the newcomer. It gathered its strength and slashed a sword strike toward midair. The black sword aura shot up like a shockwave, seeming as though it would shatter the blood-colored rainbow light in the next second.

But, the rainbow light seemed to trace out words in midair: "Your Lord Blood is here!"

In the next moment, Blood Mist gathered, manifesting Little Blood’s chubby figure. Its tiny body began to expand in the following instant.

"Blood Demon Incarnation!"

Blood Mist surged out frantically, interweaving and shaping to outline a massive, muscular body. A blood-colored giant over four meters tall stood towering in midair, ringed by circles of Blood Mist guarding it.

It opened its palm.

SIZZLE!

It caught the black shockwave and annihilated it with a single grip. Next, the towering body crashed down like a meteorite, led by a massive blood-colored palm. The Blood Mist in its palm swirled, turning into a scarlet "卍" symbol. It shattered streak after streak of sword aura soaring into the air.

Until...

BOOM!!!

Dust flew as a massive, six-or-seven-meter-long palm print was stamped into the gray earth.

Right in the center was the Leader Ghost, embedded deeply into the ground.