bookrebus Chapter 270 Alienated Items, Strange Candles
Chapter 270 Alienated Items, Strange Candles
In the deathly silent clearing of the dense forest, the wind suddenly stopped, and the malevolent aura stagnated.
The half-horse fallen one's ferocious charge, fueled by immense demonic power, a charge strong enough to shatter mountains and rocks, was now being suppressed and imprisoned in mid-air by Lin Yuan's single, lightly raised hand, unable to advance an inch.
At this moment, the mind of the half-marathon fallen man was completely filled with extreme horror.
He could clearly feel that the surging, mutated demonic energy within his body was encountering an unbreakable barrier, crashing and erupting wildly, yet it could not break through the seemingly ordinary power barrier in Lin Yuan's palm.
The immense pressure rolled back from the point of impact, penetrating his magical energy shield layer by layer, and fiercely squeezing his flesh, blood, meridians, and bones.
creak-
The cracking sound of his flesh bearing the pressure came from his mutated horse-like skeleton. His originally grotesque, bulging muscles trembled violently, and the exposed flesh twitched and shuddered, oozing more viscous, dark red pus.
The power emanating from Lin Yuan's body was domineering, pure, and extremely powerful, carrying the majesty of an ancient royal family, suppressing all his corrupt and evil power from the root.
This is an absolute level of overwhelming power, the ultimate restraint of the origins of good and evil.
The Half-Horse Fallen, with his mutated half-human, half-horse body, extreme charging speed, and domineering physical strength, had hunted down numerous players. He was confident that his physical charging power was enough to crush any opponent. But today, his proudest and strongest offensive was completely blocked by a single hand.
The immense contrast and extreme fear swept over him, leaving him feeling ice-cold.
Daring not to show any more bravado, the Half-Horse Fallen gritted his teeth and activated the last of his magical energy, violently breaking free backward.
The pitch-black demonic energy exploded, transforming into a violent shockwave of demonic energy that attempted to shake off Lin Yuan's palm.
boom!
The air surged and dust billowed.
Using the recoil from the self-destruction of the magic energy, the massive body of the half-horse fallen man retreated rapidly for more than ten meters, its four hooves pounding the ground, carving four deep furrows in the hard soil before it could barely steady its staggering figure.
His chest and abdomen heaved violently as he gasped for breath. His scarlet pupils were fixed on the tall, composed young man in front of him. The violent killing intent in his eyes had completely faded, replaced by extreme fear and deep doubt.
"Who exactly are you people?"
The half-marathon fallen man suppressed the turmoil in his heart, his voice hoarse and low, carrying an undisguised solemnity, no longer the arrogant and conceited man he had been before.
He stared intently at Lin Yuan, trying to discern some clues from the other man, his heart filled with suspicion and uncertainty.
The opponent's aura was calm and restrained, seemingly without any pressure, but when he actually made a move, he possessed a terrifying power that could crush him. This extreme contrast made him increasingly uneasy.
Faced with his questioning, Lin Yuan's expression remained completely unchanged, his eyes cold and indifferent, without a ripple. From beginning to end, he had never taken this mutated and fallen being seriously; the other's struggles, questioning, and fear all seemed utterly ridiculous.
"Enough with the nonsense."
Lin Yuan's voice was calm and icy, devoid of any emotion, each word ringing with absolute, overwhelming confidence: "I already told you, the person who will kill you..."
These six simple words, devoid of flowery language or sharp intimidation, convey utter contempt and disregard.
It was this utter disregard for him, this contemptuous attitude that completely ignited the pent-up rage and humiliation in the heart of the half-marathon fallen man.
He was always the one who despised and slaughtered others; when had he ever been so scorned and ignored? Even knowing that the other party was extremely strong, he was completely overwhelmed by this humiliation, and his overwhelming killing intent surged once again!
"court death!!"
The Half-Horse Fallen roared fiercely, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace. The dark demonic energy around him surged wildly once more, and the rolling baleful aura enveloped the entire open space, causing the branches and leaves of the surrounding ancient trees to bend and snap.
No longer relying on brute force, he suddenly reached his hands into the bulging flesh of his chest and abdomen, his fingertips piercing deep into the festering skin, and forcibly pulled out an extremely bizarre and mutated artifact from his own flesh and muscle.
It was a bizarre candle made entirely of fresh, living flesh and blood.
The candle was dark red all over, with fine blood-red lines covering its surface, constantly wriggling and pulsating like living blood vessels, faintly conveying the vitality of fresh flesh and blood. It felt warm and sticky to the touch, completely unlike an inanimate ritual object.
At the top of the candle, a cluster of eerie, black flames burned silently. The flames had no heat whatsoever, but instead emitted a chilling coldness, constantly devouring the surrounding life force. As they flickered, they reflected countless distorted and wailing phantoms of remnant souls.
This is the Soul-Devouring Candle, a malevolent magical artifact he created by relying on his own depraved origins and nurturing with his life essence over several years.
The candle flame is the most yin and evil black fire of annihilation in the world. It does not burn the physical body, but burns spiritual power, devours the soul, and pollutes the origin. Once enveloped by the sea of black fire, the protective spiritual power will instantly melt away, and the soul in the sea of consciousness will be continuously burned and torn apart, eventually destroying both soul and spirit, becoming nourishment for the candle flame.
"Dare to defy me? Today I will burn your soul to ashes, so that you may never be reincarnated!"
The half-horse fallen man's eyes were filled with murderous madness. He gripped the flesh and blood candle tightly with both hands and blew it sharply at Lin Yuan!
call--!
The eerie black candle flame suddenly surged, breaking free from its confinement and transforming into a boundless, inky sea of fire that swept towards Lin Yuan.
The black sea of fire surged and rolled, waves upon waves, and wherever it passed, the air instantly froze and solidified, the surrounding vegetation withered and carbonized, and the rotten soil on the ground turned into black poisonous mud, completely draining the life from the entire space.
Amidst the sea of fire, a remnant soul struggled and howled, emanating a fierce resentment that formed a sonic attack on the soul. This dual killing move was unstoppable and difficult to deal with.
Despite the approaching sea of black flames, Lin Yuan remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.
"You dare to show off your skills in front of an expert, with your ghostly fire?"
Lin Yuan snorted coldly, and with a thought, he unleashed his ultimate fire control talent to its fullest extent!
boom!
Pure and dazzling yang fire shot up from Lin Yuan's body, the raging flames golden and translucent, hot and domineering, containing the pure yang power of heaven and earth, specifically to suppress all yin evil fire, resentment and evil spirits.
The intense heat of the sun soared into the sky and stretched out, instantly transforming into a vast and boundless wall of flames that steadily blocked the black sea of fire.
Two seas of fire, one black and one gold, collided instantly with a deafening roar!
Sizzle sizzle sizzle!
A piercing sound of annihilation echoed throughout the dense forest.
The blazing yang fire naturally restrains the yin evil black fire. The moment the two flames touch, the pitch-black soul-devouring fire melts, disintegrates, and is purified at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Those gruesome, illusory remnants of souls were scorched by the blazing fire of the yang sun, instantly letting out mournful screams before turning to ashes and their resentment vanishing completely.
The deadly black flames that the Fallen Half-Horse had unleashed with all his life essence were utterly powerless against Lin Yuan's supreme Yang fire control talent, just like ice meeting boiling water.
No matter how the black sea of fire rolled, expanded, and eroded wildly, it could not break through the wall of supreme yang fire even slightly. Instead, it was constantly purified, devoured, and annihilated.
In just a few breaths, the overwhelming sea of black fire was completely melted away, leaving not even a trace of its chilling aura.