Chapter 107: Desperate Situation?

Chapter 107: Desperate Situation?

Wraith? Where did the wraith come from?

Hei Wuchang's heart suddenly tightened. The little wraith in front of him posed no threat, but the one who could command wraiths must be a Night Wanderer.

Has the leader of Dark Rose found me? Planning a direct double-cross?

While Hei Wuchang was in doubt and alarm, rapid footsteps sounded, and then a figure appeared at the mouth of the alley, peering inward with curiosity.

It was a rather handsome young man, with a look of hope and curiosity, gazing over.

Their eyes met, and the young man's face suddenly stiffened.

Hei Wuchang saw emotions more complex than his own in that gaze: surprise, shock, fear...

A Night Wanderer? The aura is not strong, not from Dark Rose, from Taiyi Sect? No, at this hour, the one appearing here must be from the official side, a direct subordinate of Fu Qingyang...

Then thinking about how Heavenly Way Unfair was manipulated...

Primordial Celestial? The name flashed through Hei Wuchang's mind.

Fuck, Hei Wuchang?! Isn't he supposed to be fighting at school? Why is he here? Little goofball, you've done me in!!

Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly pressed his wireless earpiece and shouted, "Squad Leader Teng Yuan, Hei Wuchang is here with me. Hurry, the location is..."

Before he finished speaking, Hei Wuchang swooped over like a great bird, stepping off the wall. His pupils contracted to slits, and his brown irises turned amber.

Sharp bone spurs grew from his back, elbows, and knees, tearing through his clothes with a ripping sound.

Sorry, I'm interrupting, goodbye... Zhang Yuanqing, without a word, quickly retreated while using his Night Wanderer skill to vanish from sight.

Hei Wuchang's attack was too fast; he didn't even have time to recall Little Goofball, only sending the kid the command to "flee for your life."

A Level 6 peak Saint-rank evil profession—let alone a Level 2 Night Wanderer like himself, even a Level 4 Night Wanderer would likely meet their end right there.

Hei Wuchang was a trusted henchman of the former Vice President of the Spirit Energy Association, a big shot ruling over his own domain.

Zhang Yuanqing's train of thought was clear—flee!

But he couldn't simply flee entirely. Although he didn't understand why the man was here, since he himself was here, the ambush set by Fu Qingyang and the elders of Hundred Flowers Guild must have gone wrong.

At this moment, he needed to delay the opponent as much as possible, buying time for the big shots.

Teng Yuan had already received his message.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's lungs felt like they were on fire, his throat was sore and itchy. He coughed violently, dizzy and lightheaded, and his figure immediately reappeared.

He had been poisoned by a Gu curse without knowing when.

"Crack!" Hei Wuchang, covered in bone spurs, sprang from his knees, launching himself with a sound of cracking concrete, not giving his enemy any chance to react.

He was confident he could kill the Night Wanderer before him in two or three moves.

Higher-ranked predators were always swift and efficient when hunting lower ranks.

A shrill wind rushed at him. Zhang Yuanqing watched the enemy arrive in an instant, his back hairs standing on end. Suppressing his discomfort, he focused his mind and opened his inventory.

The next moment, a golden orb materialized in his hand. His feet sank, and his shoulders felt as if a mountain had been placed upon them.

"Bang!"

Hei Wuchang drew back his right shoulder, bent his elbow, and with powerful muscles propelling his arm, his straight punch thrust out like a spear.

The earthy yellow barrier trembled violently, like a bubble in the wind.

Stumbling backward, Zhang Yuanqing cracked the concrete pavement with every step.

"Bang!"

Another punch, and the orb in Zhang Yuanqing's hand emitted a slight crack, cracking into a fine web.

"Bang!"

The third punch landed, and the steady orb could no longer hold; it shattered into powder, and the barrier dissipated.

Blood trickled from Zhang Yuanqing's mouth and nose, his face deathly pale.

Hei Wuchang did not halt his advance; he closed in and threw a fourth punch at Zhang Yuanqing's head, the air exploding with a roar.

Zhang Yuanqing collapsed his body, narrowly dodging the lethal punch.

Unbeknownst, a pair of brand-new red dancing shoes had appeared on his feet. After a split to avoid the straight punch, the red shoes bounced up, first spinning and jumping to evade Hei Wuchang's sweeping kick.

Then, with superhuman prediction, they sidestepped a vertical chop from the bone spurs.

Throughout, Zhang Yuanqing, the owner, was dizzy and coughing blood, completely carried to victory.

"Quite a few gadgets..."

Hei Wuchang raised an eyebrow. For a Night Wanderer at the Transcendent stage to have two magic items was quite wealthy.

This Primordial Celestial had cleared two S-rank spirit realms; his net worth was indeed considerable.

"Go, hurry..." Zhang Yuanqing weakly gasped out, commanding the red shoes.

At this moment, he had completely abandoned any thought of stalling. The enemy was too strong—a peak Saint-rank Witch Gu master—capable of instant kills on sight. The gap in strength and speed was far too great; melee combat was impossible.

This was also why he hadn't taken out the Bloodthirsty Blade.

As for the Ghost Bride, her rank should also be at the Saint stage, but the difference between Saints could be vast.

He wasn't sure of the Ghost Bride's exact level, but he knew that Hei Wuchang was an evil profession, a Level 6 Saint, which meant that in the same stage, very few could defeat him.

If he made a wrong judgment, there would be no room for retreat—only death.

The red dancing shoes immediately carried their useless owner, tap-tap-tapping towards the residential building, traversing the steep wall as if on flat ground.

The red shoes' rule: ignore terrain.

They were divine tools for pursuit, and sometimes for escape.

"Trying to flee?"

Hei Wuchang sneered, but did not pursue. Instead, he reached into the void and produced a simple straw doll, the size of a palm, with purple talismans stuck front and back, exuding a corrupt and degenerate aura.

The straw doll's face twisted, and writhing, it grew eyes and a nose, unmistakably Zhang Yuanqing's likeness, while its two feet were tinged with a trace of red light.

Hei Wuchang gripped the straw doll's feet between two fingers and squeezed hard.

Zhang Yuanqing, dashing along the building, suddenly felt his momentum falter. Looking down, he saw that the red shoes' brand-new uppers had been covered in a drab, decayed color, like worn-out shoes discarded for decades.

He fell uncontrollably, landing heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of fine dust from the street.

"Cough, cough..."

Zhang Yuanqing coughed violently, coughing up blood. His lungs were severely damaged, and the toxin had spread throughout his body. If not for his strong vitality, he would have died from organ failure by now.

"Nice shoes. They're mine now!" Hei Wuchang pinched the straw doll's head between two fingers and applied force, ready to crush this little bug.

At almost the same time, Zhang Yuanqing let out a long howl to the sky. A beam of bright moonlight broke through the clouds and shone upon him.

Moon Howl!

Using this, he recovered a little strength, grabbed the Demon-Subduing Pestle from his inventory, and stabbed it forcefully into his thigh.

A dazzling golden light burst forth. The ashen shadow that had just covered Zhang Yuanqing's face was dispelled by the golden radiance.

Unfortunately, the purifying power only targeted the owner himself; the red shoes remained corroded by the decay, temporarily losing their magic.

Zhang Yuanqing gasped for breath. The purifying power dispelled some of the toxins, and the pain was no longer intense, but that was all.

A witch doctor of the Saint realm had poison so potent and terrifying that from the very start, he was left half-crippled.

The Calmness Orb was shattered, the Flame Gloves were certainly useless, the Red Dancing Shoes were contaminated, the Dream-Entering Jade Talisman had been used up, the Demon-Subduing Cudgel was good at purification but not at killing enemies. Today, to keep a low profile, he hadn't brought the Elvis Cat Speaker, but even if he had, it would have been useless...

The Ghost Bride might be able to hold him off for a while, but she probably couldn't truly threaten an evil profession at the peak of the Saint realm...

Zhang Yuanqing's mind flashed through his various items, and he despairingly realized that he was trapped in a desperate situation.

This was the most terrifying and powerful enemy he had encountered since becoming a Spiritwalker.

"Still have items? The power of the Sun God?"

Black Impermanence was startled. The bead he had smashed was just of the Transcendent stage quality, but the Red Dancing Shoes that could dodge automatically, and the brass cudgel he had just taken out, were of quality far beyond Transcendent stage items.

Especially the brass cudgel, it actually contained the power of the Sun God, indicating that this item contained part of a Lord-level power.

"An unexpected joy, an unexpected joy..."

Black Impermanence laughed loudly, his narrow eyes bursting with covetous delight.

"Joy your mother's asshole!"

Just then, a light came on in a second-floor window. A bald old man pushed open the window, stuck his head out, and started cursing loudly at the two people below.

Damn it! Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.

Black Impermanence raised his eyes and gave the bald old man a cold look.

The next moment, the old man clutched his neck, foamed at the mouth, fell from the window, twitched a few times, and quickly died.

Zhang Yuanqing's eyelids twitched. At this time, more and more windows lit up, and the residents in the building were gradually awakened.

Black Impermanence immediately turned his gaze to Zhang Yuanqing, his eyes blazing with killing intent.

Seeing this, he hesitated no longer, took out the Red Veil, and draped it over his head.

He hoped that during the time the Ghost Bride entangled Black Impermanence, reinforcements could arrive.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly sensed something wrong. The terrifying and vast yin energy did not descend, and the sounds around him abruptly disappeared.

The whole world was dead silent.

Black Impermanence did not take the opportunity to attack him either.

What's happening? Zhang Yuanqing subconsciously wanted to lift the Red Veil, but was shocked to find that his hands would not obey.

He could only roll his eyes, desperately trying to peek through the narrow field of view under the veil.

At that look, Zhang Yuanqing finally understood what had happened. He saw that his body had turned ashen white, and the manhole cover and concrete road beneath him were also covered with a layer of light gray-white.

The color had been taken away by some power?

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard an ethereal, low voice with an indistinguishable timbre, lightly laughing:

"If I remember correctly, it's this time, this place... Long time no see, Black Impermanence."

Black Impermanence's voice was filled with terror:

"It's you?!

"How can it be you, how can it be you... No, this is impossible, this is impossible..."

The voice abruptly stopped.

Then, Zhang Yuanqing heard the sound of someone falling to the ground, a thud.

Who had come? A big shot from some faction, the leader of the Night Rose? No, Black Impermanence's reaction was too extreme... Zhang Yuanqing's heart was burning with anxiety.

But he could not move, and had no idea what fate awaited him next.

After an unknown period of time, he, who had been watching the narrow view under the veil with the corner of his eye, saw the gray-white color recede like a tide.

The world regained its color.

Then, Zhang Yuanqing impatiently lifted the Red Veil and looked closely.

A dozen meters away, a figure lay quietly. It was Black Impermanence. The witch doctor's eyes were wide open, an expression of terror and shock frozen on his face.

He had lost his life.

Beside the corpse, a finely crafted crystal cup filled with cracks lay quietly.

The little sun inside the cup was gone.

That person had taken what the Demon Lord left behind, but didn't touch the Holy Grail? Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled. He struggled to rise, staggered to Black Impermanence's corpse, and picked up the cracked crystal cup.

He held this rule-type item in his hand.

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