Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
The last time Zhang Ruochen had fought Feng Han, he’d used all his might. He’d even used his trump card but still lost horribly. However, Feng Han didn’t dare to underestimate Zhang Ruochen this time.
Even if Zhang Ruochen hadn’t improved immensely over the recent period, he still had to be careful of Zhang Ruochen’s unpredictable power of space and time.
Feng Han kept his expression composed and sighed. “Junior Brother, I understand how you’re feeling. Unfortunately, hatred has clouded your mind, making you too stupid. Can’t you see that I have 14 Half-Saints beside me? Is this a force you can handle alone?”
“How do you know that I’m here alone?” Zhang Ruochen asked calmly.
Feng Han was shocked inwardly. Could Senior Brother Saint Qingxiao be nearby? He immediately used his Half-Saint Eye and looked behind Zhang Ruochen. When he didn’t see Saint Qingxiao, he felt slightly relieved.
He huffed coldly. “Putting up pretense.”
“Actually, you’ll die even if I don’t do anything,” Zhang Ruochen continued.
Feng Han believed even more that Zhang Ruochen was pretending. He smiled coldly. “Really?”
The two seemed to be conversing, but they were trying to destroy each other’s confidence, each trying to make the other fall into despair first. That way, they could defeat the other easily.
“Regardless of whether you’re a human or beast, you can never return after crossing the Corpse River,” Zhang Ruochen said.
Feng Han laughed loudly. “A Saint of my race is on the other side of the Corpse River right now. He can help us back at any time.”
“It seems that you still aren’t clear enough about Corpse River and the netherworld,” Zhang Ruochen said. “Do you know why so many strong cultivators who had passed the Corpse River have never returned to Kunlun’s Field?”
Seeing Zhang Ruochen’s eyes, Feng Han’s eye twitched. He suddenly had a bad feeling.
He wasn’t the only one. The other Monks who were hiding all had a bad feeling after hearing Zhang Ruochen’s words.
“Why?” Feng Han asked coldly.
Zhang Ruochen shook his head and sighed. “Corpse River isn’t a river. It’s a Spatial Polar Wall. Living souls can only enter. They can’t exit. The netherworld isn’t some middle age relic either. It’s a completely independent space. This isn’t part of Kunlun’s Field at all. The moment you stepped into the netherworld, it signified that all of you will die here. You haven’t died yet because the Holy Qi within you hasn’t been used up yet.”
All the veins on Feng Han’s face bulged. “Nonsense. If Corpse River really is a one-way Spatial Polar Wall, how can the dead souls cross the river and enter Kunlun’s Field?”
“Dead souls have no physical body,” Zhang Ruochen said. “Naturally, they can cross through the wall.”
Feng Han wasn’t willing to believe Zhang Ruochen, but he still did. The netherworld was too vast. They couldn’t still be in the Fallen-gods Mountain. This must be an independent world.
The other Monks in the darkness were greatly affected too. If they couldn’t return to Kunlun’s Field, then weren’t they just waiting for their saint stones and crystals to be used up and die?
“Even if it’s true, if we can’t return to Kunlun’s Field, you can’t either. You’ll die here too.” It was clear that Feng Han had been affected quite a bit. Even his breathing wasn’t steady anymore.
Zhang Ruochen shook his head. “No, it’s not the same for me. Don’t forget, I’m the Descendant of Time and Space. You think I can’t cross through a Spatial Polar Wall?”
“In that case, I’ll kill you first.”
Feng Han’s eyes were bloodshot. His fingers extended and ten sharp silver claws grew out. Red blood Qi poured out of his pores, seeming to form a liquid sea of blood. The stones and dust on the ground rose up, spinning around him.
A bright explosion clapped in the air.
Then a handprint more than ten meters long formed. It came down on Zhang Ruochen.
He obviously didn’t dare to underestimate Feng Han. Angering Feng Han was to help himself get an advantage. Two deity prints emerged in his eyes.
Under the Eye of the Deity Print, the Saintly Way principles in the handprint were revealed. Zhang Ruochen quickly found the weakest point of the palm.
“Dragon in the Sky.”
The sound of a dragon and elephant rang out from Zhang Ruochen’s body. He also sent a palm out. Blazing fire came out of his palm, burning through the handprint.
Feng Han and Zhang Ruochen’s handprints smacked into each other, creating a deafening rumble. The two quickly separated.
Zhang Ruochen took five steps back consecutively. Then pushing off from the ground, he flew back and landed steadily on the Elephant-swallowing Rabbit’s back.
Feng Han only took three steps to dissolve Zhang Ruochen’s power. Feeling the slight pain on his palm, he found it unbelievable. “You’re not in the Half-Saint Realm yet. How can you be this strong?”
This attack was a big blow to Feng Han.
He’d always thought that he was a top genius. He wasn’t even scared of a Saint Body. But now, as a second level Half-Saint, he was only a bit stronger than Zhang Ruochen who was in the Fish-Dragon Realm.
He couldn’t accept this result no matter what.
“I advise you to save your Holy Qi,” Zhang Ruochen said indifferently. “Every bit you use is a bit lost.”
Feng Han couldn’t keep calm anymore. Gritting his teeth, he prepared to attack Zhang Ruochen again.
Just then, a gust of eerie wind blew over from the distance. A mass of shadow soldiers and ghost generals flew over on the ground and in the sky. They wailed and cried out.
A huge Hou—a man-eating divine beast—clad in black armor charged out from the group of shadow soldiers. It pulled a chariot made from white bones and ran toward Ghost God Valley.
“Those who enter the Ghost God Valley will be killed with no mercy!” the Hou in the chariot roared. Its voice sent the Ghost Qi in the air rolling.
Just then, Ghost King Bloodmoon’s voice sounded in Zhang Ruochen’s ears. “Ghost King Xuanyin is in the white bone chariot. He’s under Ghost King Shenchu and is responsible for guarding Ghost God Valley. Leave now.”
Zhang Ruochen didn’t know where Ghost King Bloodmoon’s voice came from or where she was. He could only hear her voice in his ears.
Feng Han and the other Vampire Half-Saints had already retreated and charged into Ghost God Valley.
“Chase them,” Zhang Ruochen ordered.
The Elephant-swallowing Rabbit growled. It spread its legs, activated a speed principle, and transformed into a streak of red light to pursue the vampires.
Immediately after, the shadow soldiers and ghost generals who’d grouped together also charged into Ghost God Valley. They continued to chase Zhang Ruochen and the Vampire Half-Saints.
Of course, a portion of shadow soldiers also remained at the entrance to guard it.
After entering Ghost God Valley, Zhang Ruochen immediately felt a formless pressure weigh down on him. Even the Elephant-swallowing Rabbit slowed down a bit.
The shadow soldiers chasing them maintained their speed. They seemed to be unaffected.
Under these circumstances, Zhang Ruochen had to give up on chasing Feng Han for now. He ordered the Elephant-swallowing Rabbit to run into the stone forest on the left.
The stone forest had various huge stone pillars. They rose out of the ground like bamboo. The bases were round and thick while the tops were pointed.
As expected, the shadow soldiers didn’t go into the forest. They veered right, continuing after the Vampires. After a while, various deafening sounds of fighting traveled over.
Whoosh!
A Half-Saint Vampire flew into the sky, appearing above the stone forest. He was escaping.
Just then, a 100-meter-long blood-red battle ax flew from a black ghost cloud. It split the Half-Saint into two. Fresh blood poured down.
Zhang Ruochen and the Elephant-swallowing Rabbit hid inside a patch of ghost fog in the stone forest. Seeing the powerful battle ax, they were terrified.
The Elephant-swallowing Rabbit shrunk to the size of one’s palm and jumped into Zhang Ruochen’s arms. Trembling, it said, “So scary…so scary. Lord Chen, how about…we hide in the Universe Spiritual Map?”
“We can’t hide forever.” Zhang Ruochen let out a long sigh and called, “Ghost King Bloodmoon!”
He called three times without getting a reply. Zhang Ruochen couldn’t help but laugh, thinking, Ghost King Bloodmoon had said that Ghost God Valley is extremely dangerous. Even a Ghost King can die inside. She probably didn’t even come in.
She indeed wouldn’t do things that were too dangerous.
Zhang Ruochen was mentally prepared for the fact that he might have to search for the god’s corpse alone, but it was much harder without Ghost King Bloodmoon’s help.
The blood-red battle ax above their heads disappeared into the ghost cloud. The two halves of the Half-Saint Vampire fell into the stone forest, not too far from Zhang Ruochen. Thus, he hurried over to find the corpse. After all, there were usually good things on a Half-Saint.
A moment later, Zhang Ruochen finally found half of the Half-Saint’s corpse. But the scene horrified him.
All that remained of the half was bone. Some being had eaten all the flesh and meat. Even the bones had been chewed on, leaving small teeth marks.
A Half-Saint’s bones were sturdier than steel. A regular savage beast couldn’t bite them at all.
There are living beings in Ghost God Valley?
A gust of icy Qi rose up under Zhang Ruochen’s feet. Alarms going off in his mind, he looked down immediately. Countless centipede-like blood insects rushed out of the blood-red dirt. They were covered in scales. They wrapped around his legs and bared their sharp teeth.
Even more shocking was that these blood insects actually radiated with faint Evil Death Qi. This evil Qi was identical to the Treacherous Sea Pillar that had killed the Blue Fire Xuanwu.
