Chapter 1403 - 772: A General Dies in a Hundred Battles, Today Yet Again Ascends the Tower! (Part 3)

Chapter 1403: Chapter 772: A General Dies in a Hundred Battles, Today Yet Again Ascends the Tower! (Part 3)

This strike from Mo Jue could turn him into blood mist!

With various abilities enhancing him, at least nearly 100,000 tons of force exploded from his chest, causing Meng Chuan’s eyes to turn white.

The body that had mostly recovered through rebirth and nirvana was completely undone at this moment!

And it wasn’t over yet.

Meng Chuan’s complexion changed drastically, and before he could stand firm, he was hurled backward towards Mo Jue once more.

Threads of green light pulled taut, emanating from the chest that was pierced by the emerald flame, sticking to him and sending him into Mo Jue’s embrace!

"Gagagaga!"

Mo Jue’s long beak quivered, the sinister smile on its long, narrow, menacing old donkey face exceedingly treacherous.

It stepped forward, its left wing conveniently encircling Meng Chuan’s waist.

The right leg swung up with a roar, aiming a kick at his head!

This kick could even break the finest magical iron ore into dust!

Boom!!!

The air was instantaneously sucked back with a blast, a hurricane spread backward from Meng Chuan’s head.

Between heaven and earth, the sand and stone fragments already flying wildly became even more chaotic.

Mo Jue was astonished. What kind of anomaly was this?

But then it saw him pulling his head into his belly like a turtle.

Summoning the Thunder Tortoise saved his life once again!

"Dodge? Come on, try dodging again!?"

Mo Jue locked its left wing, the right wing’s feathers like blades, aiming from afar.

Its tone was clearly impatient; according to the plan, Meng Chuan should have been killed within three seconds, then it would escape quickly.

Yet now more than three minutes had passed!

What a human top genius, Mo Jue was sure that even if it fled Yong’an, it would be pursued by a Tier Six Martial Arts Celestial King!

To kill this kid, it expended quite a bit of physical strength, perhaps even engaging in a real fight would be difficult against a venerable being.

The golden feathers blazed fiercely, slashing down in an instant!

Two narrow eyes collided in the air!

Losing in strength, but unwilling to lose in momentum, yet no one knew how panicked Meng Chuan truly was at this moment.

"Old Ancestor!"

The Sword of Damocles hung over his head, with resurrection no longer an option, Meng Chuan really felt his nerves fraying this time.

Don’t sleep anymore! If he isn’t rescued now, everyone will perish!

The Black Tortoise’s divine power cooperated with him using the Plum Blossom Substitute strategy, turning it into his "meteorological creature," making their fates intertwined!

"Die!!!"

The feather blade slashed down, surging waves of air exploded vast void spaces.

Amidst the roaring sound waves, there wasn’t the slightest tearing sound of a blade cutting flesh, only a deep bell-like reverberation.

Dong!

Meng Chuan’s back rose with a circle of aquamarine-colored translucent arched shielding, the black turtle’s projection whirled around him, the overwhelming malice from his scapula rapidly spreading to the sides, obliterating everything behind him.

Yet it couldn’t inflict the slightest harm upon himself!

Seeing this scene, Meng Chuan said to himself "That was close" in his heart.

"What!"

Mo Jue wondered what the hell was going on again!!!

Overwhelmed with anger, it enfolded Meng Chuan with its large wing, soaring high to break through the clouds, pausing briefly, then plummeting suddenly.

Like a burning little meteor, it descended remotely towards the ground!

Boom—!

The air burst with an intense burnt smell, transparent ripples surged across a five-thousand-meter radius.

The silt that had been flung into the air covered and filled the underground riverbed, then compacted down to a depth of a hundred zhang!

Mo Jue pulled that silhouette out from the pit, its anger subsided, chillingly calm, but once again delivered a vicious kick!

The ground sank another hundred meters, dust and smoke rose, sand and silt scattered.

Under the intense feeling of weightlessness, Meng Chuan was flung like a rolling beach volleyball, yet in his heart, he found peace.

The Old Ancestor indeed had been asleep, but his recent "death" startled it awake.

One must understand, now they were in the same boat.

If he were to die, the meteorological creature would perish too!

"Bet it right!"

The indescribable thrill of surviving a disaster occupied his entire mind, Meng Chuan’s face was filthy, yet flushed red with blood.

A cold and angry gaze turned towards him, Meng Chuan gazed into the distance at that birdface staring at him, slightly curling his lips.

"Hmph!"

Mo Jue no longer cared for Meng Chuan’s fate, like a towering mountain rising, it spread its wings soaring high.

A reddish hue faintly appeared on the horizon, the boiling fiery clouds seemed slow but were actually approaching the city at an extremely fast pace!

Mo Jue was aghast in its heart, this potent aura, even if not Tier Six, was undoubtedly among Tier Five’s strongest.

The aura vaguely targeted him, and in this instant, the raging emotions were doused like a sudden splash of cold water.

Soaring to heights of ten thousand meters, as if reluctantly, Mo Jue unfolded his left wing and lowered his head to look.

"Kid, how could I let you off easily?"

As Mo Jue fled, he scattered a speck of green light from afar.

Chi chi chi—!

As the green light descended, the void was continuously scorched through, creating ripple-like layers akin to water flows.

To the ground below, this seemingly tiny green light instantly expanded into an emerald sea of flames.

Spreading for ten miles, still relentlessly expanding!

The earth, ruins, and countless despairing figures on the ground.

Everything, all was continuously engulfed and obliterated by the flames!

In less than three breaths, the world fell into utter silence.

Swoosh...

A gentle breeze swept through, stirring the void like ripples, lifting the black ashes...

Crash—

Deep within the ruins, a tenacious hand pushed away the carbonized bricks above its head.

Radiating green light all over, Meng Chuan suddenly pulled himself out, with the shadow of a tortoise urging him, repeating something unknown next to his ear, his black hair mingled with blood and plasma, sticking into clumps.

His mind buzzed, unable to comprehend the words of the experienced voice; Meng Chuan lay flat amongst the debris, unable to stop gasping for breath.

"Huff... damned beast... huff!"

"!!!"

Just as he cursed loudly, he suddenly froze again.

His expression turned extremely rigid, as if witnessing something terrifying.

When Meng Chuan looked up, he was struck with shock and daze.

All around him was silent, and his weakened senses were passively dispersed.

It was at this moment that he finally realized...

"Hiss..."

A chill climbed along his spine, occupying his blood vessels and veins unscrupulously. More swiftly than the chill, a scene he sensed surged into his mind, like a heavy hammer fiercely striking the back of his head!

Buzz—

Meng Chuan’s pupils overlapping, trembling up and down, he struggled to prop himself up, his body shaking violently.

Three eyes flickered in the void above him; the next moment, Yang Huan descended slightly, stepping on the clouds.

Looking at Meng Chuan, whose body was ragged but still glowing green, Yang Huan immediately popped a pill into his slightly open mouth instinctively, then asked in surprise:

"Are you alright?"

Yang Huan slowly landed, focusing his senses to probe within and outside of Meng Chuan, then asked:

"Why are you alone? Where are the others?"

The pill smoothly slid into his body; Meng Chuan opened his mouth repeatedly but couldn’t speak for a long time; only the rich taste of blood mingled with burnt smoke spread with the wind from his mouth.

He wasn’t choked by the pill.

"..."

Yang Huan glanced around, his senses quietly spreading, his face suddenly turning gloomy as an abyss.

Meng Chuan squatted on the ground, legs apart.

He wiped his face with a hand, making himself even dirtier.

"All dead."

The chief of San Qin Police Hall, Liu Wei, died in battle.

The secretary of the Yong’an City, Wang Bingyi, died in battle.

The president of the Yong’an Martial Arts Association, Bai Junfeng, died in battle!

The police officer Long Jiu from the Yong’an Police Hall, along with a hundred Martial Arts Family captains and officers, died in battle!

The cause of death.

At the hands of the first master of Outer Heaven, the treacherous [Peng Demon · Mo Jue] from the Mountain Sea Realm!

...

"I want it dead!!!"

Mighty waves surged from Yang Huan’s head, and three eyes spawned as the purple lightning, his figure drawing a semi-circle.

Yang Huan dragged the Big Halberd upside down, pierced the skies from the southern city, and pursued with electric speed.

Outside Yong’an City.

The world was torn into tattered strips, bloodstains spread like a cloth dropped into the pit covering the ground.

This battlefield was sinister and bizarre, long devoid of the place for the weak.

Various streams of light interweaving inside and out, grotesque demons dancing chaotically, blood-red thunder poured straight through the skies and earth.

Blood wings shrouded the city head, four claws firmly gripping the sky, the extended gigantic dragon head probing into the city.

Falian!

It sniffed delicately, already catching the sweet scent of blood.