Chapter 14295 Killing the Enemy
Chapter 14295 Killing the Enemy
Filled with boundless resentment and fear, the resentment spread wildly in Yuwen Po's heart like a raging fire, only to be extinguished time and time again by the cold wind of fear; the fear was like boundless darkness, tightly enveloping him and almost suffocating him.
He turned around, mustered all his strength, and plunged his hands into the void like sharp blades. With a forceful tear, a huge rift was ripped open in the void with a "rip" sound, and violent spatial turbulence surged out from it, like a ferocious beast roaring.
Without hesitation, he leaped into the opening and vanished without a trace.
Behind him, the last few desperate screams, like the wailing of owls, echoed in the blood-red sky.
The screams were filled with fear, resentment, and despair, as if they were a final struggle against this cruel fate.
However, the scream abruptly stopped, as if it had been cut off by an invisible blade, leaving only a deathly silence that made the entire battlefield appear even more sinister and terrifying.
The entire elite force from the Heavenly Abyss Temple was now in a terrible state.
Apart from Yuwen Po and Luo Qianchen, who managed to escape with a small group of people thanks to their superior strength and luck, the rest of them were all slaughtered!
Countless wreckage and broken magical artifacts floated in the sky. The wreckage took on various shapes, some resembling twisted metal monsters and others like broken bones, trembling in the gale. The broken magical artifacts, their light dimmed and their spiritual energy dissipated, looked like piles of useless scrap metal.
A strong stench of blood permeated the air, almost solidifying into a layer of crimson mist that made one want to vomit.
Ling Xiao stood quietly amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood. The piles of corpses surrounded him like small mountains, and blood flowed like a river at his feet, soaking through his combat boots.
The suffocating crimson energy surrounding him was like boiling magma, constantly churning and roaring, radiating a scorching and terrifying aura.
The energy surged around, causing space to twist and collapse, forming black vortexes that seemed poised to devour everything in their path.
He is suppressing it.
Suppress the rampaging demonic intent within him, which craved more destruction and slaughter.
This demonic intent was like an ancient ferocious beast imprisoned in a cage, constantly pounding against the cage walls and letting out angry roars.
It yearns to break free from its constraints, unleash boundless destructive power, and turn everything in this world to ashes.
This power is too terrifying. Every time it is fully activated, it is as if an ancient ferocious beast is being released. Wherever that beast goes, mountains collapse, rivers stop flowing, and living beings suffer.
Ling Xiao never dared to let it be fully unleashed, as he knew how terrifying this power was.
He feared that once he became completely immersed in it, he would no longer be himself, but would be reduced to a monster who only knew how to kill.
That monster has no emotions, no reason, only an endless bloodlust that will destroy everything around it.
His blood-red hair danced wildly, like burning flames, raging rampantly above his head.
His eyes were tightly closed, his brows were furrowed, and the veins on his forehead bulged like wriggling earthworms.
His body trembled slightly, as if he were enduring immense pain.
His right hand gripped the weapon tightly, which gleamed with a blood-red light and emitted a sharp whistling sound, as if urging him to continue the slaughter.
Ling Xiao forcefully restrained the world-destroying power with his supreme will. His will was as hard as steel and as unshakable as a mountain.
He gritted his teeth, and sweat poured down his forehead, soaking his clothes.
He kept telling himself that he must hold on to his last shred of reason and not be controlled by this demonic force.
About an hour later, the blood-red light that had been surging like a raging torrent and soaring into the sky finally seemed to be slowly suppressed by an invisible hand, gradually subsiding and calming down.
The terrifying light that once filled the heavens and earth, turning the entire world blood red, is now receding like the tide, leaving only desolation and ruin.
Ling Xiao's blood-red hair, which had been dancing wildly like burning flames, seemed to be soothed by a mysterious force, slowly returning to its inky black color and falling softly over his shoulders.
The frenzied bloodlust in his eyes receded rapidly like a tide, revealing his once deep and clear eyes once more.
However, deep in his eyes, there remained a trace of weariness that was hard to erase, as if he had just gone through a long and arduous marathon, exhausting all his energy; there was also a trace of emptiness after violence, like an angry person who, after venting his anger, suddenly finds his heart empty, unable to find any solace.
He exhaled a long breath of foul air, thick with the smell of blood. The foul air, like a black dragon, hovered in the air for a moment before slowly dissipating.
He turned around and walked quickly, his steps heavy yet firm, to Ji Mingkong, who was struggling to stay upright and looking at him with worry.
At this moment, Ji Mingkong's face was as pale as paper, and her body was swaying precariously, as if a gentle breeze could blow her over.
But her eyes were filled with worry and concern for Ling Xiao. Her gaze, like warm sunlight, pierced through the bloody and terrifying atmosphere and shone directly into Ling Xiao's heart.
Ling Xiao felt a pang of heartache as he looked at Ji Mingkong's weak yet strong appearance.
Without saying a word, he reached into his robes and began groping around his body.
My fingers touched a small, warm, and translucent jade bottle. The bottle emitted a cool sensation, as if it could dispel all the heat and restlessness in the world.
He carefully took out the small bottle, as if holding a priceless treasure, and then gently handed it to Ji Mingkong.
Ji Mingkong looked at the small jade bottle in his hand, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
She knew that the small bottle must contain healing pills that Ling Xiao had carefully prepared for her.
Without the slightest hesitation or politeness, at this moment of life and death, excessive refusals would only appear hypocritical.
Gently uncork the bottle, and a rich and refreshing medicinal aroma wafts out, like morning dew, carrying the freshness and vitality of nature.
Two pills, each the size of a longan, were poured out, brimming with vitality. The pills were round and full, their surfaces shimmering with a soft light, as if they contained endless life force.
Without hesitation, she put the pill into her mouth.
The pill melts instantly upon entering the stomach, like a drop of sweet dew falling into a parched desert, instantly unleashing a gentle yet vast medicinal power.
The medicinal power flowed like a surging tide, instantly coursing through her limbs and bones. Wherever it reached, it felt as if a pair of gentle hands were softly caressing her wounds, dispelling the pain and bringing warmth and vitality.
The gruesome wounds on her body, which were still gushing blood, began to heal at a visible speed. The skin around the wounds gradually became smooth and even, as if she had never been injured.
