Chapter 613 - 350: Facing 2
’Even if that were true, what’s the use of killing them in this already twisted world? It’s just another form of destruction, nothing more.’
A rational person seeks a proper solution, while a Demon Fiend only knows how to solve problems with slaughter.
"Stand aside. You can’t save them. I can spare you and that woman. Leave now. You are no match for me. It would be wise to preserve your lives and struggle on for a few more days."
The Demon Fiend continued, seemingly noticing Yang An’s resolve.
Although Yang An wielded a Forbidden Power, the Demon Fiend was only slightly wary. The chasm in their Cultivation Levels was not something a Forbidden Power alone could bridge. Besides, the Forbidden Artifacts they had each integrated were of completely different classes.
The Zombie God was merely a fragment, while the Insect Dao was a complete Forbidden Artifact.
’What’s more, even if he wields a Forbidden Power, so what? The backlash from such power is immense. He’ll eventually exhaust himself and be consumed by it. There’s nothing to worry about.’
But Yang An’s only response to this was a cold laugh. In the next instant, his flesh transformed into a form of pure light, like a dazzling sun.
This was the best response.
’If I’m not willing to stand by and do nothing, then I’ll just have to kill every last one of these Demon Fiends. That way, no one will be left to spout such shameless nonsense.’
"You see, when you face mortals, you always give them more choices. But when I give you people a choice, you’re all just stubbornly obstinate. In that case, none of you will be leaving."
A soft sigh escaped the Demon Fiend. The next moment, a sinister wind raged within a ten-thousand-meter radius.
The fierce gale was like a whirlwind of countless sharp blades, slicing through everything it touched.
The four Golden Buddha Statues guarding Nirvana City began to tremble. The Buddhist Mantra enveloping the city was battered by the sinister wind, shattering piece by piece until it was on the verge of collapse.
The Forbidden Calamity, controlling Liu Feifei, struggled to defend against the sinister wind. She couldn’t help but worry whether Yang An could truly stand against this Great Demon of the Insect Dao.
Amidst the swirling gale, Yang An remained rooted to his spot. He simply touched his chest, drew the Bow Lady from his Moon Talisman, and effortlessly drew the bowstring to a full moon, aiming directly at the Great Demon of the Insect Dao.
The sinister wind was fierce, but Yang An was protected by a halo of light. The wind couldn’t even touch his body; it was vaporized before it could get close.
An arrow of brilliant Golden Radiance instantly materialized on the Longbow. The light, originating from the same source, seemed to merge with Yang An. Countless chaotic rays of light twisted and intertwined, instantly leaving behind a long, rainbow-like tail flame.
As the bowstring vibrated rapidly, it snapped back to its original position. The arrow vanished and reappeared, already before the Great Demon Fiend.
The Demon Fiend remained unmoved. Seeing the arrow appear in the blink of an eye, ready to pierce its body with potent Forbidden Power, the flesh on its back, hundreds of feet tall, bulged and wildly sprouted arm after arm, forming a shield in front of it.
Black threads shot out from those arms like afterimages. The suddenly-appeared arrow seemed to be frozen in mid-air, ensnared by the intertwining black threads, which then constricted in an instant.
At the same time, ten thousand meters away, atop a mountain range, a colossal Gate of the Shadow Soul made of bone suddenly appeared. It was over a thousand feet high and as wide as a chasm, black as the abyss. It was impossible to see what lay behind the gate.
From within the gate, which seemed to be formed from countless piled-up bones, a multitude of arms pushed out a giant black sphere. The sphere instantly disintegrated, releasing countless rays of light that exploded outward, destroying all the arms in an instant.
But the aftershock of the light’s explosion only spread for a few hundred meters before the bizarre gate vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Both its arrival and departure happened in a flash.
Amidst a deafening RUMBLE, the continuous mountain range was swallowed by the light and flattened.
Meanwhile, the Great Demon Fiend, ten thousand meters away, was completely unaffected, far from the site of the explosion.
"Is that all? Your attacks can’t even touch me."
The Great Demon Fiend laughed wantonly. It had already devised a countermeasure the moment it saw Yang An’s technique. The gap between cultivation realms couldn’t be bridged just by mastering a Forbidden Power. Why were the stronger always the ones to seize the initiative? Because they were strong enough. That was the source of their confidence.
But Yang An wasn’t discouraged that his arrow had missed. He simply scoffed at the Demon Fiend’s words.
’Patience. That was only the first arrow.’
He drew his bow again, loosing another brilliant arrow. This one was even faster than the last. When it appeared, it was already before the Great Demon Fiend, barely half a meter from plunging into its body.
The Demon Fiend repeated its trick. The countless arms that grew from its back attempted to ensnare the arrow and transfer it ten thousand meters away.
But the instant the black threads wrapped around the arrow, it exploded prematurely, transforming into countless rays of blood-red light that slipped through the gaps and instantly sank into the Demon Fiend’s body.
Blood Disaster Technique!
This strike, which incorporated the Curse Technique, also integrated that Daoist Technique’s ability to automatically lock onto a target. Even if it were transferred again, it would remain locked on until it hit its mark.
But the Great Demon Fiend was no pushover. The moment it was struck by the suddenly dispersed light, the countless hands sprouting from its back converged, violently pulling a sword from its neck.
Blood sprayed from the gory hole onto the rust-covered blade. The mass of arms, however, swung this sword not at the rays of blood-red light, but at the Demon Fiend itself.
With even greater speed, the sword sliced the Demon Fiend in half at the waist. Just as the countless rays of light were about to erupt inside its body, the Demon Fiend’s figure, along with the impending explosion, vanished without a trace. Then, nothing happened.
The Rusted Sword fell from the sky, only to be quickly caught by countless hands as the Demon Fiend’s figure reappeared.
"You see? I’ve let you try twice, and your techniques have failed both times. What gives you the right to even attempt to shelter these mortals? On what grounds? This?"
Gripping the Rusted Sword, the countless arms formed a long wing-like appendage. It held the sword defensively before it, completely unconcerned by the blood still gushing from the hole in its neck.
"No matter how strong your techniques are, if they can’t touch me, they’re as meaningless as the moon’s reflection in water. I wield a complete Forbidden Artifact and can transfer anything elsewhere. What can you possibly do against me?"
As it spoke, the Demon Fiend raised the Rusted Sword and slashed down.
Yang An held the bow in his left hand, and his right hand suddenly formed a long, sharp blade of light. He swung it to meet the incoming, invisible slash.
But as the blade, like a speck of light, swung out, it felt as if countless hands had grabbed his sword. The light in Yang An’s hand vanished in the blink of an eye, reappearing ten thousand meters away.
Deprived of Yang An’s power, the blade instantly dissipated into countless motes of light.
Just then, the Demon Fiend thrust its sword again. Yang An instantly sensed the attack and vanished, teleporting a thousand meters away.
But the moment he reappeared, he uncontrollably vanished again, this time being passively and abruptly teleported right in front of the Demon Fiend.
At that very moment, the Demon Fiend’s sword was already falling, slashing down on Yang An’s shoulder.
CLANG!
But just as the sword was about to land on Yang An, a snow-white shadow flashed by.
"Just a rotten sword? Watch me take care of it!"
In an instant, with a CRACK, the Rusted Sword in the Demon Fiend’s hand shattered, turning to countless iron filings right before its eyes.
The pupils in its blood-streaked eyes contracted violently. The Demon Fiend clearly hadn’t expected its sword to be suddenly smashed to bits by a bow. Before it could react, Yang An’s figure erupted in a blinding radiance, instantly swelling into a colossal Light Giant that seized it in a bear hug.
Before this Light Giant, the Demon Fiend, despite being hundreds of feet tall, was as small as a child. It was violently slammed to the ground.
What followed was a flurry of iron-hard fists, each one shimmering with brilliant flashes of light.