Chapter 1697 - 870: We Unite! (Part 2)

Amidst the chaos, the sound of the sword rang out again, resonating into the sky!

During the brief stalemate, the teenager's expression remained unchanged, not even glancing at the assailant crawling out from the shadows.

The single remaining eye was just fixed on Luobomo's face.

With full concentration, he meticulously pushed the blade in his hand, ignoring the opponent's muffled voice and shouts.

The pale sword blade, like a mirror, reflected the opponent's face, witnessing the hideousness gradually collapsing, revealing fear, wavering, and even despair!

"——!!!"

Luobomo let out a hoarse roar, fiercely biting onto the blade of Li Hen, eyes about to burst.

Now, he was like a half-frozen corpse, the broken blade in his hand futilely raised time and again, leaving scars on the teenager's face, neck, and hands. Yet, the hand gripping Li Hen remained unwavering, as steady as a rock.

Crack! Crack! Crack—

The sound of teeth shattering echoed, the blade forcefully pushed forward inch by inch, slicing through teeth, and inching inward until it cut off the muffled whimpers and roars, removing any remaining restraint.

Like this, it swept through...

Blood spurted, splattering onto the teenager's face and freezing into a cold frost.

Half a skull flew up, fell, and the body collapsed skyward.

The outcome was decided!

In the frozen mud, the blood-red teenager propped himself up with the blade, staggered to stand, surveying the earth-shattering chaos around.

Saw pairs of malicious eyes.

At some point, he was already surrounded.

He paused for a moment, then accepted everything before him.

It seemed like something had happened, but he couldn't quite grasp it, so, as usual, he decided to cast aside what he couldn't understand.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

Brother Ji Jue told him, after finishing his tasks, if he had the energy, to try to save that Mr. Ling's life... Hmm? Could it be a bit too late?

Turning back, he saw Ling Shuo's smile, which was no better than tears, twitching incessantly.

He sighed in relief, a smile appearing on his scarred face.

"Still alive, Mr. Ling, that's really great."

"You, you... Are you alright? Maybe we should..." Ling Shuo hesitated for a moment, uncertain, starting to speak, only to hear his voice, still calm and gentle.

"Next, I might lose control."

The teenager reached into his bosom, took out a pale mask, with strings of blood water dripping from his fingertips, greedily absorbed by the bone mask, disappearing without a trace.

This was the Creation Brother Ji Jue gave him before the journey.

"So, please stand behind me, don't move."

He turned back, solemnly assuring Ling Shuo:

"I'll try not to hurt you."

At that moment, in Ling Shuo's bewildered gaze, An Ran raised his hand, placing the bone-made mask over his face.

Then, the gentle and fragile teenager disappeared in an instant, a sharp sound of bones growing arose, as if swallowed by a beast.

On the ferocious and frenzied white fox face, four scarlet pupils suddenly opened!

An uncontrollable thirst emerged from his chest, a tidal wave of savagery and murderous intent gushing out from the teenager's body, a massive flow of crimson and black unfurling from the void, like a long tail.

The fox face bowed its head, biting onto the clattering Li Hen, with bone tendrils intertwining, appearing as one.

As An Ran raised his hand, the intertwining pale Sword Qi clawed down like giant talons toward the advancing enemies, stirring a destructive storm.

Amidst the booming sound of air splitting, the Disaster Beast-transformed teenager charged into the crowd, forgetting sword moves and techniques, instinctively wielding and unleashing this rampant power.

The moment the mask was put on, the line between human and beast seemed to break, the infamous Disaster Beast, Katu Naha, resurrected from the teenager's body.

The corpses under the sword claws were instantly shattered and dried, like mummified remains weathered for millennia, drained completely.

Life and soul, in the Disaster Beast's ravenous devouring, infused into the teenager's body, igniting the Invisible Melting Furnace hidden beneath the Disaster Beast's exterior.

Thus, An Ran roared skyward, howling.

Mysterious sparks rose from the bone face and body, igniting the gales, scorching the earth to ashes, almost dyeing the heavens red.

In the flickering firelight and shadows, the Disaster Beast's shadow was as sharp and vicious as a wolf!

There! Over! There!

The teenager suddenly turned back, the four scarlet eyes on the bone face already fixed on Satria.

Before Satria could react, without any warning, his mouth opened, the burning red Sword Qi spurted out, plowing a charred rift on the Deserted Reef.

The ethereal sword claws clashed with iron and stone, erupting in a sharp resonance, as he charged out straight ahead, pouncing fiercely!

"Damn it, craftsman!!!"

Satria dodged in a panic, with just a moment's collision, his surrounding shadow flames were torn apart by the sword claws.

Clearly just recently a near lifeless cub, now after putting on the mask, turned into something unrecognizable, even after smashing the long cherished dark blood, he seemed hard to suppress?!

Now, under the gaze of those four scarlet pupils, Satria unexpectedly felt an uncontainable panic, even wanting to flee.

Amidst his resentment, a brand new idea surfaced, thinking, how much Brother Ji values this boy, if he could take him down... No, even if he could just disrupt the situation a bit, it might produce some results!