I Have the Alchemy Emperor in My Head

Chapter 2085: The Miserable Friends

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Meng Tianran wrote out the word “kill” as he continuously circulated his internal energy, forming righteous energy around his body to resist the Yin energy in the surroundings.

Everyone fell silent. They were all geniuses with powerful inheritances. The Prodigy Battlefield only opened once every few hundred years, so how could the various large factions not know anything about it?

In this place, other than geniuses from different enemy forces and the natives, the most terrifying thing was the atmosphere at night.

When night arrives, the Prodigy Battlefield would be enveloped in Yin energy. The energy was mixed with spirit energy, and these black shadows were none other than the hero spirits of the prodigies who had died in this place.

Although they have been dead for countless years, a trace of their divine spirit had already been imprinted in this world. Every time night fell, they would wake up with the spread of Yin energy.

These spirits were extremely powerful experts when they were alive, and many people were not inferior to them. After their deaths, even if they were now spirits, they were still very difficult to deal with.

Most importantly, they had left a trace of their godly spirit brand in this world. Even if they were killed with a punch, they could be revived with the Yin energy’s help. Thus, it was safe to assume they were immortal to a certain extent.

If these experts could not escape from the hero spirits and died here, they would become one of the spirits and tirelessly chase after the geniuses who entered from outside.

They didn’t need much to stay alive. Just the powerful blood essence of these prodigies was already a feast for these hero spirits.

Some of the powerful ones devoured the blood of the prodigies who came later, and their strength changed drastically. They grew stronger, and they could even break free from the shackles of nighttime and appear in broad daylight. This was the most terrifying fact about them.

Therefore, no matter how many these experts killed, they would only feel like the spirits were increasing. Moreover, it even felt like there was no end to them. The speed at which they slaughtered couldn’t keep up with the speed at which the spirits appeared.

This Prodigy Battlefield had existed for countless years, but nobody knew how many prodigies had died in it.

These prodigies all turned into hero spirits. In the night, they began to condense their bodies from when they were alive and began to hunt down the prodigies who came later.

“We have to find a city to settle down in as soon as possible. Otherwise, we’ll all die!” Zi Buyu shouted, his body turning into a sea of purple lightning.

Countless hero spirits that approached him instantly died. However, not long afterward, they revived under the Yin energys nourishment. It was almost endless, and there was no way to kill them all.

These people were all trapped here at this moment, and it was almost impossible for them to move. The few of them could only work together to slaughter their way out among the increasing number of hero spirits, but their speed was too slow.

Even with the density of their divine powers, they could feel some signs of being unable to withstand it. They claimed that their divine power was boundless, but in the end, it was limited.

Even if they were to consume divine power recovery pills at the same time, they still wouldn’t be able to keep up with this shocking consumption.

Facing the hero spirits, none of these people dared to relax at all. They all used their trump cards.

Normally, ordinary people wouldn’t even have the chance to see this happen. However, the situation was very visible now. One could see that these prodigies had already been forced to a dead end.

They had to fight their way out of this long night and persist until dawn.

Hu Qingxuan quickly said, “There are too many of them. We can’t escape!” The red ribbon in her hand had already gone numb from killing.

Suddenly, just as they were about to fall into depression, they saw a bright light shining in the distance.

Meng Potian hurriedly said, “We’re saved. Let’s hurry over there!”

They looked over, one after another. Sure enough, there was a light in the distance. In this darkness, if a person could see light, it meant that someone was there.

Without thinking, they crossed the sky and pierced through the hero spirits that were chasing after them. Finally, after their divine power had almost run out, they arrived at where the light was.

Then, they saw something that almost made their jaws drop.

It was in a desert, where a pile of firewood was lit in the cold wind. When the wind blew over the fire, it turned into an awe-inspiring aura. Not only did it not extinguish the flames, but it also turned into an aura that helped the pile of firewood burn.

Beside it was a man in green sitting cross-legged. Surrounded by countless hero spirits, he was meditating and cultivating. When everyone saw this, they all looked as if they had seen a ghost.

In the night under the control of these hero spirits, almost everyone was struggling to survive. Even powerful prodigies like them who could summon wind and rain outside were in a very sorry state under the spirits’ siege.

Not far away from the man, the Black-scaled Horned Eagle, who was now about the size of a human, was releasing a terrifying aura. It was as if a monstrous sea of blood was sweeping toward a figure in front of it.

In front of it was a man who looked to be in his thirties. His clothes were extremely simple and exquisite, and his body carried an ancient aura.

In his hand was a long halberd, and every move he made contained great power. He seemed different from ordinary hero spirits.

Most spirits were illusory, and the aura on their bodies was also chaotic. For this one, his face was angular. It was obvious that it was a human face, the one that resembled a hero spirit when it was alive.

The gray-white chainmail armor coupled with the monstrous Yin energy made his strength not much weaker than when he was alive.

This hero spirit continuously attacked the Black-scaled Horned Eagle with his halberd. He wanted to defeat the eagle and even kill the person behind it.

However, he could not do anything at all. Black Eagle was already in the Middle Arcana Stage, after all. Moreover, Black Eagle kept blocking his attacks, and none of his attacks were effective. Even the flames on the pile of firewood could not be extinguished.

The hero spirit’s eyes flashed with greed as he looked at the eagle and the unknown man.

Instinct had driven him here. He had devoured some geniuses in the past, but he had recovered some of his consciousness and strength.

At this moment, he had a gut feeling that as long as he could eat that man, his cultivation would return to the peak of his previous life..