bookrebus Chapter 186 Flying Far Away
Chapter 186 Flying Far Away
Hmph, a mere trifle.
The spirit energy ball was extremely small, making it no easy task to hit, but Zhong Ming discovered its weakness.
It moves forward based on illusions, but its actual movement is very rigid.
Zhong Ming made up his mind and was about to charge forward with his gun.
The red heron felt its neck loosen, and it was so anxious it almost cried. Why wasn't its body moving? Quickly flap its wings!
The ferocious beast aura, specifically designed to deal with demonic beasts, could only barely make it turn its head, as if to make it witness its own death.
It turned its head away.
"Humans, you're the one who made it impossible for me to escape!" Its resentment was as solid as solidified flesh. "I will die with you."
Zhong Ming: I choose to live together.
A terrifying chill gathered at the tip of the spear. Zhong Ming was completely focused at this moment, and his spiritual power was operating at an unprecedentedly high efficiency. Every strand of spiritual power reached its precise location. A cold light, as cold as bone marrow, shone eerily. Whether you looked at it or not, it was there, like the Grim Reaper standing in the cold shadows watching you.
"Big Cold!"
The Great Cold, the end of the year, the final calamity of the year.
A cold wind rises, and frost and snow vanish.
With a single shot, it was as if the curtain of the four seasons was lifted, revealing a small corner of the Great Cold solar term.
At this moment, Zhong Ming can proudly say that his marksmanship has reached a high level.
The sudden cold snap struck the small ball of spiritual energy precisely, freezing it completely. The next moment, a dazzling light burst forth, the spiritual energy expanded, and the terrifying recoil force was just like that of a powerful demonic beast in the Foundation Establishment stage, threatening to tear Zhong Ming apart.
Zhong Ming used a clever trick.
Hehe, put it into the storage bag.
When he felt the pressure in his tiger's mouth, and when the recoil force was just transmitted from the tip of the spear to the shaft, Zhong Ming deftly withdrew the spear, leaned forward, and tried to use his tortoise shell armor to block the attack.
Thus, Red Heron and the other flying monsters following the "powerful monster leader" witnessed this scene.
The tiny human stood on the stiff wings of the red heron and killed the most powerful monster with a single shot.
It's blown up!
A silent reverence rose in Honglu's heart. Was this the embodiment of power? Was this the embodiment of might? I carried this man on my back; his strength was unparalleled!
The other monsters in the air were thrown into unprecedented chaos.
After casting his spell, the Immortal Rat Taoist leisurely raised his wine jug, took a sip, and waited to see the other demonic beasts tear Zhong Ming to pieces, while also thinking about how to stylishly catch his storage bag in mid-air.
Unexpectedly, the change came so suddenly. The backlash was like a heavy hammer blow to his chest, and blood mixed with wine spurted out. He lost control of all the demonic beasts.
They were all filled with fear and fled in a panic.
"How... how is this possible? How could he break my spell?" The Immortal Rat Taoist muttered to himself in a daze. This move had always worked against enemies of lower cultivation levels, yet it had failed here?
Old Miao immediately concluded that it must be someone sent by the Yan family's true rival family, and that he had been drawn into a very cruel family dispute.
Is there any way back for him? No, not anymore.
With a determined heart, he took out a long needle and plunged it hard into the back of the monster beneath his feet, stabilizing it. Then, he took out a scepter and shouted, "I'll fight you to the death!"
Zhong Ming was dizzy from the nearby explosion of spiritual energy when a sudden bang rang in his ears. Without thinking, he clung to the back of the red egret.
Well, I've finished my work. Now, whether we live or die depends on you.
The disappearance of the illusion naturally led to the dissipation of the great demon's pressure. Honglu found that she had regained control of her body and was overjoyed. Although her back was a little sore from the explosion, it didn't matter.
The characteristics of transporting monsters are great strength, fast flight, and high defense.
The crimson feathers immediately faded considerably; it could alleviate its injuries by actively shedding its feathers.
He wanted to turn around and see who this incredibly brave human was, but when he turned his head, he saw another second-grade demon beast charging towards him.
Oh my god, run!
The flamingo flapped its wings and flew forward in a panic.
The two demonic beasts flew further and further away, gradually becoming two small black dots on the horizon.
Meanwhile, the people below were still busy looking for Zhong Ming.
.....
"Oh no, I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."
"Shut up, save your energy, and you'll live a little longer."
"What's the point? It's been so long and we haven't seen a single person. We might as well die sooner rather than later. Let's just call up the rest of us who are sleeping and have a final farewell party."
.....
An eerie sound echoed in the small stone cave, sounding neither like a human nor like a monster.
As the wind rose and the waves surged, these words were swallowed up by the raging lake waters within a few feet. On the lake, the water churned and bubbled as if it were boiling, steaming hot air. A scorching jet of water shot out and struck the two figures in the sky.
Both beasts flew rapidly for several days and nights, using the last bit of strength in their bodies to flap their wings.
Zhong Ming and the Immortal Rat Daoist sat in meditation with spirit stones in their hands, while the other gulped down several mouthfuls of spirit wine. When their spiritual energy was depleted, they each took a break to recover. When they got bored of recovering, they started hurling insults at each other. The continuous high-intensity battle left both of them exhausted.
The Immortal Rat Taoist was of a higher realm, but his methods mostly involved controlling beasts. The beast beneath his feet had previously consumed drugs that overdraw potential and had been fighting without rest, so it was in extremely poor condition and could only unleash one or two tenths of its strength.
With both sides having exhausted their spiritual energy, on the great lake, Zhong Ming, a water-attribute cultivator with a dragon vein, actually recovered at a similar speed to the Immortal Rat Daoist.
The red heron that Zhong Ming was riding was known for its endurance and speed. Now, for some reason, Lao Miao's repeated attempts to "persuade" it to surrender failed, and it seemed determined to follow that kid who was messing around with swords.
Honglu is also very simple-minded. As long as the human who shot and killed the Foundation Establishment Demon King in one shot recovers well, everything will be fine!
Both monsters were exhausted. Facing the attack from the bottom of the lake, being able to turn to the side was already their greatest effort.
Zhong Ming, with his sharp eyes, stroked the red egret's back and pointed ahead, "Look, there's an island over there!"
This place is already outside the map; nobody knows what's up there.
"Fly over there, we can rest once we get there. Let's go to the island."
As if understanding Zhong Ming's words, the flamingo flapped its wings with difficulty and flew towards the island.
"Kid, you...you...(gasping for breath) You're not getting away."
The Immortal Rat Taoist also saw the island and was overjoyed. He had flown around this desolate place for half a day without encountering any flying demonic beasts. Surely, he would encounter some demonic beasts if he went to the mainland.
Then don't blame me for ganging up on the weak.
Kid, since you're courting death, I'll send you on your way.