Chapter 552: Chapter 480: Who Cares if the Floods are Sky-High (6K, asking for monthly passes)_4 Chapter 552: Chapter 480: Who Cares if the Floods are Sky-High (6K, asking for monthly passes)_4 The purple-gold gaze overlooked from above, a hint of greed, barely discernible, lingering on the lips—it lent a few more shades of ferocity to the otherwise ethereal aura.
Suddenly, he felt that whatever the master had thought or not thought about back at the Yan Family’s place didn’t really matter—the end result would be the same regardless.
The so-called ‘moment of thought’ was probably just about pondering over the most suitable location to set up the formation.
“Master, what do you say?”
Shen Yi glanced at it as if looking at an idiot.
With exquisite delicacies before one, was there a need for further words?
In the next moment, both figures vanished from where they were.
The black robe billowed as sharp Dragon Claws effortlessly tore apart the body of a Return to Void ninth-layer demon.
Although the Dragon Lance wasn’t in hand.
But after centuries of accumulation within Tianyan Forty-Nine, Ke Shisan had now gained some proficiency in hand-to-hand combat.
The spine of the Fish Demon burst open! Through the terrifying bloody hole, the black hood lifted, revealing a youthful yet cruel smile.
The same sound echoed all around.
Compared to Ke Shisan’s savagery, Shen Yi was far more elegant.
Gliding amongst the shadows, the straight spear of the Dragon Lance thrusted repeatedly.
Severed heads bloomed like scarlet flowers against the night sky, a dazzling and blinding display!
With the enhancement of the five strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi.
And after spending hundreds of thousands of years of demon lifespan to fully master the Tianyan Forty-Nine, Guixu Immortal Armor, and Azure Dragon Shattering Star Spear techniques.
These formidable demons couldn’t even find a chance to make a sound before their lives were taken.
Wu Jun felt a chill run through his body, retreating continuously while erupting with all his lifeblood, raising his aura to its peak.
Then he felt something grasp the back of his head.
Beneath the sleeve of the Ink Robe, pale skin—now covered with gray-white armor—had appeared unnoticed, more solid than before with a metallic texture shining with silvery light.
The armor extended, covering the entire hand.
The fingertips were sharp, like the claws of a savage beast.
Despite Wu Jun’s utmost defense.
The fingers pierced through his skull as easily as stabbing into tofu.
Turning around, Wu Jun nearly had his entire head obliterated by those fingers, only to see the young man in the Ink Robe remain expressionless. Its voice was sharp and fearful, “Who are you? I am a great general under the banner of the Seventh Dragon Descendant!”
It couldn’t understand why someone would dare ambush it here.
If it were the people from Xuan Yue City, did they not fear the Dragon Palace flattening these three hundred cities?
If it were a different power, why did they attack without a word, not even clarifying the reasons or grievances?
However, in the instant it turned its head—
A chill ran up its spine again.
Wu Jun quickly looked back, but all he saw was a roaring Dragon Lance.
The spear tip accurately penetrated its throat, silencing any remaining words.
Shen Yi casually withdrew the long spear and glanced sideways.
Ke Shisan had just ripped apart the last demon’s body, commenting, “What good is a ‘great general’? I’m the actual Dragon Descendant.”
Looking at the scattered remains on the ground, Shen Yi slightly frowned and said indifferently, “You’re responsible for putting them back together.”
Where did this bad habit of spoiling things come from?
“I shall follow my lord’s decree… I’ll pay more attention next time,” Ke Shisan chuckled sheepishly.
Shen Yi waved his hand nonchalantly, absorbing all the blood and gore in the courtyard into his body.
He didn’t withdraw the Great Formation but instead sat down cross-legged and began condensing the Town Stone.
Deep within the City Lord’s mansion—
A middle-aged man with a withered expression lay quietly on the bed, sensing something.
But tonight, he was utterly intoxicated.
And his Cultivation was sealed again.
“Not feeling anything… that’s normal too, I guess.”
Yin Qizhang stared blankly at the ceiling.
Then, he closed his eyes.
If it was all a dream, it might as well continue to the end.
With eyes closed, what did he care if the world flooded.