allendalepharm Chapter 3421 He had wanted to take revenge for a long time
Chapter 3421 He had wanted to take revenge for a long time
Ghost fire is something that ordinary fire cannot withstand.
Like a maggot clinging to his bone, it ignored the obstruction of the Qilin Divine Fire and frantically burrowed into his body, his bones and blood, and the depths of his soul through the gaps in the flames.
The flames did not harm the skin or destroy the bones.
It burns only the soul and extinguishes only life.
Qi Yan felt as if his entire soul was being forcibly placed on the brink of hell and roasted.
Every inch of divine consciousness was being torn apart, melted, and decayed.
That was a torment ten thousand times more painful than being slowly sliced to death a thousand times.
His once indestructible, radiant crimson scales were now showing scorch marks as black as ink at a visible speed under the continuous erosion of the Netherworld Ghost Fire.
The luster quickly dimmed and peeled away, and the once magnificent Qilin was instantly shrouded in a layer of deathly aura.
But he still didn't back down an inch!
Its four hooves firmly planted themselves in the void, its massive body standing motionless like a mountain overlooking an abyss.
He used his own body to withstand all the pouring ghostly flames.
Not a single trace, not even a wisp, of the terrifying flames reached the quietly standing medicinal tree behind them.
He used his body as a shield and his life to protect the tree.
"Oh?"
High above, the ghosts and gods watched this fearless scene, and a hint of amused surprise finally flashed in their eyes behind the black mist.
He tilted his head slightly, as if he had finally recognized the origin of the divine beast before him.
"Fire Qilin?"
His tone was flat, yet it carried a condescending air of scrutiny.
The next moment, as if recalling an old story long forgotten in the depths of time, his voice held a hint of nonchalant recollection and a touch of cruel indifference.
"I remember now."
"Ten thousand years ago, I led my ghost army to conquer a small world called 'Qilin World'."
"The fire qilin there does have some backbone, just like you now... exactly the same."
A single sentence, falling lightly to the ground.
But it was like a blast of ice from the deepest abyss, instantly freezing Qi Yan's boiling blood completely!
Qilin Shikong... is his hometown!
That's his root!
It was the home he longed for day and night, but could never return to!
He had long wanted to avenge the annihilation of his clan.
Qi Yan's crimson-gold Qilin pupils were instantly filled with boundless blood!
Overwhelming hatred, grief, despair, and madness erupted from every inch of his blood like a volcanic eruption!
"It's you..." he roared hoarsely!
The Ghost Lord was also acting under his orders!
The ghosts and spirits completely ignored his gaze, which seemed to devour people and wish to tear them apart alive.
Still using that calm, almost cruel tone, she slowly unveiled that bloody past.
Every word was like a sharp knife quenched with the poisonous waters of the Styx, piercing deep into Qi Yan's most vulnerable and painful heart.
“Back then, I could have spared their lives.”
"Let them guard this Netherworld Spring for me, and use their supremely yang Qilin Fire to suppress the eternal cold of the Heart of the Styx River for my use."
"What a pity..."
The ghost shook its head slightly, its tone filled with undisguised mockery and disdain.
“They are all so disobedient.”
"With a death wish, they fought back fearlessly, repeating only one phrase over and over—"
"The Qilin clan will never be slaves."
He deliberately slowed his speech, emphasizing each word as he repeated the oath that the Qilin clan had defended with their lives.
"That's... utterly stupid."
"Therefore, I, the God, have granted their wish."
"To uphold their integrity."
“The entire clan, regardless of age or strength, was slaughtered, leaving no one alive.”
"I did not waste their remains. I threw them all into the River Styx to suppress the evil energy beneath the earth, so that they would never be reborn and would forever... shine and contribute to my great cause."
"Speaking of which, even to this day, they are still guarding this ghost realm for me."
"You should... thank me, God."
boom--!!!
Every word, every sentence, was like a world-destroying thunderbolt, exploding deep within Qi Yan's soul!
The truth was a hundred, a thousand, even ten thousand times more cruel than his most desperate nightmare!
His fathers, his clansmen, his brothers and sisters, those proud, powerful, and unyielding fire unicorns.
Not only will they not find peace after death, but they will also be exploited by their enemies, their remains suppressed in the River Styx, and their souls forever trapped in darkness, unable even to be reincarnated!
What a humiliation!
What a deep-seated hatred!
"what--!!!"
Qi Yan has completely gone mad.
All reason, all composure, all restraint were utterly torn apart, devoured, and burned away at this moment by the boundless sea of blood hatred.
He no longer defended himself, no longer resisted the ghostly flames that burned his soul.
He allowed the pitch-black flames to ravage his soul, and let his scales crack and blood splatter everywhere.
At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind.
—Kill him!
—Tear him apart!
Even if we perish together, even if our souls are destroyed, we will drag this demon down with us into the deepest hell!
"I kill you--!!!"
A roar from a Qilin that shattered heaven and earth.
The Qilin Divine Fire burning fiercely on Qi Yan's hundred-foot true body suddenly reversed at this moment, no longer radiating outwards, but instead flowing back into his body like all streams returning to their source!
Qilin Blood, Ignite!
Qilin bone, ignite!
Kirin soul, burn!
His body transformed into a blazing sun about to explode, radiating unprecedentedly terrifying heat and pressure.
All the yang energy between heaven and earth was forcibly drawn and gathered into his body.
This is a forbidden technique among forbidden techniques of the Qilin clan—
Bloodline Sacrifice!
At the cost of burning all of one's bloodline, essence, soul, and lifespan, one can exchange for an instantaneous, supreme strike that surpasses one's own limits and transcends the barriers of one's realm!
After the attack, regardless of success or failure, one's soul and spirit will be annihilated, never to be seen again!
This is a fight to the death, a decisive blow.
This is the Qilin, its last vestige of dignity.
In the distance, Yang Susu looked at the fiery red figure burning fiercely in the ghostly flames, yet refusing to fall, and felt utterly desolate.
She could sense it.
Qi Yan is not fighting.
He was going to his death.
His death is a disgrace to the Snow Clan.
He died to atone for the tragedy of his clan.
High in the sky, the ghost god watched the fireball hurtling towards him with the force of mutual destruction, his eyes still indifferent.
He uttered just four words, his tone dismissive, as if looking at a moth that was courting its own destruction.
"Out of control."
He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips slightly curved.
He remained as nonchalant and indifferent as ever.
It seemed as if what was about to be crushed was not an ancient Qilin with burning blood.
Just a... insignificant ant
The gods and demons didn't even consider such a fire-breathing qilin a threat.
It's fair to say that he doesn't care about anyone here.
They were nothing more than ants whose souls could be scattered with a mere flick of his finger.