905 Eight-Nine Arcane Art, You Can’t Go Back (2)
Ji Lutian glared. “Kid, you’re rebelling! How dare you talk to me like that?”
“Is there a problem with talking to you like this? Why can’t you open your eyes and take a look?” Zhou Shu said angrily. “You’re injured now. If we really fight, you might not be my match. If you’re defeated by a junior like me, you will lose all your face. If you’re not afraid of losing face, you can try.”
“I…” Ji Lutian’s eyes widened. How could someone who wanted face as much as him not be afraid of losing face?
“Follow me. Otherwise, no one will care if anything happens to you.” Zhou Shu looked at where the sounds of battle came from and stopped talking with Ji Lutian. He flew up and flew toward the sounds.
While flying, Zhou Shu felt that something was wrong.
This world seemed to have much heavier gravity than the era he was in. As he flew in the air, he felt that the resistance he faced was several times greater than before.
Every movement consumed much more energy than before.
It was no wonder the giant spirit race was so big. Ordinary humans wouldn’t be able to survive under such circumstances. It would probably be extremely difficult for them to move.
Ji Lutian flew behind Zhou Shu and obviously discovered this too. “Kid, where are we now? There’s something wrong with the world here.”
“Ancient times, when the giant spirit race was still around,” Zhou Shu said casually.
“Are you joking—?” Before Ji Lutian could finish speaking, he stopped in the air, stunned.
His eyes were wide open as he stared straight ahead. The next moment, he rubbed his eyes and stared ahead again.
After doing this a few times, he finally confirmed that he wasn’t seeing things!
Ahead, two groups of people were fighting.
One side was ten to thirteen-meter-tall giants. The other was also ten to thirteen meters tall, but they didn’t look human. They had green faces and fangs, and they had a pair of wings on their backs.
Their fight was full of pure violence. Both sides fought hand-to-hand, punching and kicking, even using their mouths. It was a brutal fight.
Although their battle was very primitive, Zhou Shu and Ji Lutian’s eyelids still twitched.
Be it the giants or the winged, green-faced, and fanged party, they were extremely powerful. Their punches and kicks were enough to split mountains and break rocks. Moreover, their bodies were very sturdy. They had to attack each other crazily to cause some injuries to their opponents.
“This is the giant spirit race,” Ji Lutian muttered. “That’s the asura race!
“How is this possible?”
Boom!
A loud sound echoed in their ears, and Zhou Shu’s pupils constricted slightly.
He saw Uncle Bai fighting a green-faced, fanged monster who was a head taller than him.
He reached out to grab the monster’s waist and pushed the monster back continuously. As for the monster, it let out a roar, and its sharp claws kept scratching Uncle Bai’s back, pulling out chunks of flesh and blood.
Zhou Shu looked behind the giants. Not far behind them, there was a stronghold piled up with boulders. On the boulders, he could still see figures. They were the old, weak, women, and children of the giant spirit race.
No wonder Uncle Bai and the giant spirits were fighting so desperately. Behind them were the old, weak, women, and children of the giant spirit race, their families.
Zhou Shu’s heart skipped a beat.
Be it in numbers or individual strength, the asura race was above the giant spirit race. Giant after giant collapsed from serious injuries, then they desperately got up and continued to fight fearlessly.
Although the giant spirit race was not the ruler of the world that Ji Lutian had mentioned, their bravery was admirable.
“Why is the giant spirit race so weak?” Ji Lutian muttered. “Where are their divine weapons? Why don’t they use divine weapons? Without divine weapons, how can they defeat the asura race with their physical strength?”
Whoosh!
A few asuras flapped their wings and flew up, charging toward the stronghold behind the giant spirit race warriors.
“Don’t even think about bullying my people!” A young, crisp voice sounded. Ling’er ran out of the stronghold and rushed toward the asuras.
“Three meters tall. Isn’t this a little girl from the giant spirit race? Is she courting death?” Ji Lutian muttered.
Zhou Shu glanced at Ji Lutian and snorted. If you don’t know how to speak, then don’t speak. No one will treat you as a mute.
Who said that Ling’er is courting death? With me around, who dares to hurt her?!
“Die, all of you!” Ling’er shouted and waved her fist at the asuras.
A ferocious smile appeared on the green-faced and fanged asuras, and their sharp claws flashed coldly under the sunlight. They could already see the scene of them tearing the giant spirit child into pieces. The flesh of children was the most tender, especially the heart. It was delicious and juicy!
The asuras couldn’t wait to extend their claws. At this moment, a white light suddenly flashed.
The sinister smiles on the asuras’ faces froze. The next moment, a huge head fell to the ground with a bang.
Green blood shot into the sky, emitting an unpleasant stench.
Ling’er was shocked and dodged with a whoosh. She looked at her fist in confusion. I haven’t hit him yet. Why did his head fall off?
The other asuras were stunned on the spot. They had no idea how their companion had died.
“Those who cross the line will die!” A thunderous voice sounded. With a flash of white light, a several-hundred–meter-long sword mark appeared on the ground.
The Celestial Thearch Sword descended from the sky and stabbed straight into the sword mark. Then Zhou Shu stepped forward and landed beside Ling’er.
“Uncle?” Xiaoyu’er blinked and looked at Zhou Shu in surprise.
Zhou Shu had already used the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, and his appearance now looked exactly the same as that of the giant spirit race.
Ji Lutian stared at him. “You said that you weren’t from the giant spirit race. You’ve exposed yourself now!”
“Uncle, can you help Uncle Bai and the others?” Ling’er came back to her senses. She wasn’t the one who killed the asura just now, but it was this uncle.
When Zhou Shu saw Ling’er’s pleading gaze, his heart softened. He, who originally didn’t want to cause complications, nodded.
“Go back to the stronghold and wait. Leave this to me,” Zhou Shu said.
In the distance, Uncle Bai was already covered in blood. He was kicked away by the asura who was a head taller than him. Then a few asuras pounced on him and bit his limbs.
Uncle Bai let out a scream.
The surrounding giant spirits tried to save him, but they were no match for the asuras at all.
In the blink of an eye, several giant spirits had their throats bitten off by the asuras. The asuras devoured the flesh and blood of the giant spirits in large mouthfuls. The scene was abnormally bloody and cruel.
“When our king returns, he will definitely avenge us!” Uncle Bai roared.
“Haha, he won’t be able to return. The giant spirit race is about to become history!” The asura laughed, revealing his white teeth.
Swish!
Before he could finish speaking, a white light flashed. The heads of the asuras biting Uncle Bai’s limbs instantly fell to the ground, and green blood splattered all over Uncle Bai.
The smile on the big asura’s face suddenly froze.
“I don’t know if they can come back, but I know that you can’t go back.” A voice sounded, and a figure slowly walked through the crowd. This person didn’t seem very tall among the giants, but as he walked over, everyone seemed to make way for him.
The white light that had cut off the heads of several asuras circled around and suddenly returned to the person’s hand, turning into a long sharp blade.
While speaking, the person raised his hand and slashed forward. The pupils of the asura suddenly constricted into black dots.
