Chapter 667 - 32: Mechanical Ascension, Fierce Beast Feilian

Chapter 667: Chapter 32: Mechanical Ascension, Fierce Beast Feilian

"Old man, I can go with you, but there’s no need to bring my granddaughter, is there?"

When the old man said this, the monsters opposite him all showed a sinister smile simultaneously.

"When I say ’you,’ not a single one can be spared."

The strange, synchronized tone overlapped as before.

There was even a hint of a cat-and-mouse mockery in the monsters’ words.

"It seems there’s nothing left to discuss."

The tone instantly turned grim, the old man’s shift in attitude was so rapid.

So quick that just as the monsters were about to speak again, the Yanshi, who were guarding the pair, launched another attack.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Unlike the previous probing, the Yanshi’s assault this time far exceeded the monsters’ expectations in ferocity.

Gunpowder, fuel, arcs, gas...

Because these Yanshi’s attacks didn’t involve the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi at all.

The monsters, even if they wanted to disrupt the Primordial Qi to temporarily halt the offensive, couldn’t do it.

Besides taking it head-on, the monsters had no other appropriate means.

Yet facing cannon shells, burning oil, rampaging electricity, and touch-explosive methane with their flesh was utterly impossible.

Moreover, the Yanshi were not creatures of flesh and blood.

Their bodies were made of steel bones and leather armor, making them fearless of damage from their kind.

Even in a storm of bullets and a sea of flames, they charged suicidally toward the monsters.

"Go!"

Without a moment’s hesitation, the old man hugged his granddaughter and turned to flee toward Xingtian City.

In the process, a pair of iron wings, clearly modeled after a glider, unfolded from his back, propelled by rapidly spinning turbines that granted them lift.

"Trying to escape? It’s not that simple!"

In a flash, a monster, its skin charred black like coal, suddenly burst from the sea of fire.

In an instant, the charred skin fell away, new flesh quickly regenerated, and the monster grew a pair of wings in the process.

Clearly, this monster had an astonishing regenerative ability.

The barrage of bullets and roaring flames could severely harm it, but not completely destroy it.

Boom!

Just as the monster was about to catch up with the old man.

A Yanshi abruptly disengaged from the combat zone, then, stepping onto a carriage, leaped high.

By the time the monster reacted, the Yanshi’s limbs and chest had opened up, revealing the blazing oil and high explosives inside.

Boom!

Another massive explosion echoed in the air.

This time, the monster could not escape and was directly blown into a pile of charcoal by the Yanshi.

As a result, the Yanshi had discovered the limits of the monsters’ regenerative abilities and began to adjust their combat strategy once more.

Shells driven by gunpowder shattered the monsters’ limbs, then sprayed burning oil to incinerate their bodies, achieving "corpse dissolution" in a physical sense.

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"Ah Da..."

Looking down at the Yanshi sacrificing themselves, the young girl began to cry.

For the old man, these Yanshi were merely tools he created; their greatest honor was to sacrifice themselves for his and his granddaughter’s sake.

But for the young girl, who had long been by the old man’s side, these Yanshi were no different from family.

Watching her family "die tragically" one by one, especially for her sake.

Even though the girl possessed maturity far beyond her years, her heart was greatly wounded.

Whoosh!

Just as the grandfather and granddaughter thought they had escaped, a biting cold wind suddenly arrived.

The turbines on the mechanical wings were instantly frozen.

Frost appeared prominently on their eyebrows and hair.

The old man immediately reacted, tossing his granddaughter toward a nearby tree.

Crack!

Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, one of the old man’s arms was twisted by an invisible force.

Strangely, the old man made no cries of pain, and even the breaking sound didn’t resemble that of bone.

"Huh?"

Letting out a surprised noise, the biting wind transformed into a bizarre four-clawed creature in mid-air.

The creature had a distinctly avian head but a body resembling a tiger.

Most strikingly, a scythe-like tail extended from its back.

"Feilian?"

Seeing the creature’s appearance, the old man uttered in surprise.

Feilian is an extremely special creature, usually a follower of the Wind God.

This is because, in addition to often appearing with violent winds, it naturally clings to the strong.

Due to living overseas for long periods, the people of Yanshi Kingdom were very aware of Feilian’s terrifying nature.

— Its head resembles a sparrow, with a sharp single horn.

— Its body looks like a deer, covered with leopard-like stripes and tiger claws.

— Its tail is like a spirit snake, agile and sinuous in motion.

Once someone angers Feilian, this vengeful beast will whip up a storm and hide within it to tear its target apart.

Most critically, Feilian never acts alone but always appears in groups.

"So, you’re a Yanshi who’s modified even his own body, huh?"

As if confirming the old man’s thoughts, another Feilian manifested itself in mid-air.

Compared to its companion, this Feilian’s gaze was much sharper, immediately noticing the anomaly with the old man’s arm.

Because it wasn’t an arm of flesh but a prosthetic limb.

Though modifying one’s own body was taboo among the Yanshi, never openly encouraged.

The people of Yanshi Kingdom’s performers never forbade such acts.

Living in this era, surviving itself was challenging, and losing limbs was a common affair.

It was rare for someone like the old man who actively amputated his own flesh just to fit a prosthetic.

"Your knowledge of Yanshi is quite extensive."

"So it seems targeting us wasn’t a coincidence."

He spread his wings and gently landed on a nearby tree.

Guarding his granddaughter with one hand, the old man raised his broken arm.

In an instant, the prosthetic skin on the arm peeled away, revealing the broken synthetic muscles and bones beneath.

The synthetic muscles were woven from high-strength fibers and silk from silkworms, the bones made of Geng Metal and active Xirang.

This ensured both the strength of the prosthetic limb and maximized its flexibility.

Clang!

In the next moment, as the old man activated the combat mode of the prosthetic limb.

His arm quickly turned and transformed, becoming an ingenious weapon.

At the palm were five bones forming a blade, the arm bone was the handle.

The high-strength fibers constituting the synthetic muscles completely spread apart, able to lash out like a steel whip.

"Thousand Change Transformation?"

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