ALL NOVEL Chapter 462 - 468: How about we give it a try? (Fourth update)
Chapter 462: Chapter 468: How about we give it a try? (Fourth update)
Seeing the Saint simply flail an arm and crazily rush out, everyone was scared witless.
The white fog gradually thickened, everyone’s eyes widening in terror as they looked behind where the Saint had been.
“What just happened?”
“Could it be that Saint did this intentionally, trying to deceive us, making us forget the path he had just taken into the formation?”
“It shouldn’t be, please observe, the expression on the Saint’s face isn’t fake, it’s as if he saw something extremely horrifying.”
A group of people looked at each other in doubt and whispered amongst themselves. Yang Zhen, with a swish, ran back onto the Sky Peak, watching the Saint who was running like a madman, with apprehension.
Damn, whatever happened, seeing the Saint freaked out like this, are these dimwitted fellows still discussing?
Boom——!
After a thunderous roar, a sky-blocking dark wave erupted from the white fog behind the Saint, covering the sky and earth in a blink, roaring continuously, rushing towards the Saint and everyone outside the ruins.
“Not good, what is this?”
Seeing the Saint rush out, everyone didn’t have time to clear what the black fog was and turned to run hastily. Fearing they would be too slow and wind up dead.
Not a single person still thought the Saint did this on purpose. What a joke, the Saint had already whooshed out and reached the crowd outside, is this what you call a pitfall?
If this was a pitfall, it doesn’t even have a percent of Yang’s rotten strength!
The sprinting crowd didn’t clearly see what the black fog was, but they could see the practitioners on numerous flying boats at this time, could hear the buzzing sounds behind them, like… countless little bugs flying.
Seeing the pale-faced practitioners on the flying boats, even Elder Qian’s face was filled with terror, they ran even faster and before long, heard the sounds of wailing and howling from behind.
The cries were miserable, but not a single person dared to turn around, fearing that a slight delay would result in them joining those who were wailing, becoming one of them.
Although they ran dazed, who couldn’t figure out by that time, that the black fog from the ruins was likely those disappeared Death Zys!
“Motherfu–, what the hell is happening? Didn’t they say that those Death Zys wouldn’t enter the depths of Mobei abyss, where did these Death Zys come from?”
“Quick, run quickly, return to the flying boat, don’t let these Death Zys detect the breath of living beings!”
“Saint, you bastard, what the hell did you do, why are there so many Death Zys here?”
The crowds howled, tumbling and crawling themselves into the flying boats. Some sects did not even wait for their disciples who were running too slow, directly retracting their flying boats, abandoning those practitioners about to be overtaken by Death Zy.
These Death Zys flew a bit faster than the Iron Armor, how could ordinary practitioners escape?
For a moment, outside the entire ruins, it was all practitioners drowned by the Death Zys.
Yang Zhen, in the Sky Peak, hidden within the World-avoiding Heavenly Garment, watching each practitioner disappear one by one, slapped his alarmed chest, mumbling, “Damn, fortunately, this Sao Saint was quick, or else I would be screwed.”
Boom——!
Seeing a practitioner about to be overtaken by a wave of Death Zy, he roared towards the sky, and his hands exploded into a torrential sea of flame. In a blink, a large swathe of Death Zy were burnt to death.
Many people gasped at the sight, then cheered, quickly shouting, “Quickly, everyone, use your fire-element True Essence martial skills. The Death Zy are afraid of fire!”
Hearing this, everyone was struck with excitement. Practitioners knowing how to use fire-element True Essence martial skills promptly switched to them while those who did not clung to the ones who could. In no time, the edges of the Sealed Land were a blaze with waves of fire.
Especially Saint Lin, who, in a single sweep, conjured a sky-covering sea of fire. Under the towering fire wave, no Death Zy could break through the firewall and touch him.
Yang Zhen gaped, inwardly marvelling at the wonders of nature, musing that no creature was truly invincible when pitted against its natural adversary.
Even the ferocious Death Zy, in all their swarming, sky-covering numbers, were but moth to a flame against the giant fire waves.
Everyone aboard the Heaven’s Peak ship looked ashen, but they weren’t in a hurry. The World-avoiding Heavenly Garment shrouded the Heaven’s Peak ship, not allowing any hint of aura to leak. The Death Zy swarm would not target the ship, and even when one did fly by, the flustered crew bore no more than a passing glance.
Sitting beside Yang Zhen, the bastard cat sniffed around, salivating, it said, “Damn boy, don’t you feel there’s a tempting smell in the air?”
Yang Zhen sniffed and nodded at the cat and said, “It does smell rather tantalizing, could the mosquitoes be edible?”
“For the umpteenth time, it’s not a mosquito, it’s a rare beast from the Ascending Era called Death Zy.” The Bastard Cat mumbled, “Damn, now I recall. During the Ascending Era’s Qiongshan Assembly, there was an extremely rare dish called Hundred Revolutions Rejuvenation Insect. Could it be the scent of it being cooked?”
“Hundred Revolutions Rejuvenation Insect?” Yang Zhen paused: “It sounds awesome, are you sure it’s edible?”
“How about…” the Bastard Cat, looking eager, suggested: “Should we try it?”
“Why not,” said Yang Zhen before activating his wrist’s Steel Armor 1.0.
Boom——!
Watching Yang Zhen charge into the sky-covering swarm of violent Death Zy, everyone was dumbstruck.
While everyone had been desperate to avoid the Death Zy and over a thousand practitioners were struggling to withstand their attacks among the massive waves of fire, Yang Zhen had deliberately left the safety of the Heaven’s Peak ship, garbed in the World-avoiding Heavenly Garment.
Peak Master Mo watched Yang Zhen’s movements with a bewildered expression, speechless.
Even Hua Youyue and Han Yan’er trembled, exchanging a glance, both betraying a sardonic smile.
The Bastard Cat rubbed its hands, its eyes growing bigger as it shouted at Yang Zhen. “Grab as much as you can, these critters are so small, they wouldn’t fill me up!”
Yang Zhen retorted, “I’m risking my life here catching mosquitoes while you’re criticising me. You’d better behave or I won’t share any with you!”
Startled, the Bastard Cat hurriedly clamped its mouth shut, but saliva slipped between its fingers.
Hearing Yang Zhen’s words, the many battling practitioners looked up at Yang Zhen in surprise, save for a single sour face.
Observing Yang Zhen’s shockingly suave Steel Armor, Lin Saint roared, “Yang Zhen, you treacherous asshole, what are you wearing? Didn’t you say you weren’t going to make any more Steel Armor?”