allendalepharm Chapter 3320 Lesser Fullness (Kill Him)
Chapter 3320 Lesser Fullness (Kill Him)
"Want to come over? First, ask if this body of mine is enough for you to devour!"
Xie Ze's lips curled into a blood-stained smile.
Even though his face was covered in blood and the centipede-like scar was twisting grotesquely, he still felt that he was the most beautiful and handsome.
His spiritual power has been exhausted.
The sharp pain emanating from his mind told him that he was almost unable to move even his last finger.
"Hmph, I'm not that easy to lose..."
Xie Ze bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his hands trembling as he formed hand seals.
hum-
The scarecrow puppet, on the verge of collapse, let out its final, mournful cry.
It suddenly opened its arms and tightly embraced the hundreds of ghost soldiers who surrounded it.
"burst!"
Xie Ze let out a low growl.
With a deafening roar, the scarecrow puppet transformed into countless fragments burning with black flames, clearing out a large portion of the surrounding ghostly soldiers.
But in just a moment, even more ghost soldiers surged out from the tide of ghosts.
They stepped over the charred remains of their companions, emitting nauseating roars as they approached once more.
"Hee hee hee……"
"Hee hee hee……"
"Eat, eat, eat...eat, eat, eat..."
"Smells, smells, smells... smells, smells..."
All the ghosts let out shrill laughter.
This person will soon pass away!
We've broken our fast! We've broken our fast!
They had been imprisoned in the ghost realm for countless dark days, and had not eaten such delicious food for a very, very long time.
So at this moment, they were all putting in their best effort to go up and take a bite.
Xie Ze staggered and almost fell.
He braced himself against a broken stone pillar with his only remaining right arm, gasping for breath, each breath carrying the heavy smell of blood.
He glanced back.
Senior Brother Chen Heng had his eyes tightly closed. The Myriad Ghosts Demon God Body within his body was frantically backfiring, and black demonic blood slowly flowed down his seven orifices.
But he still held tightly to the body of his fifth junior sister!
Fifth Junior Sister... that always chattering little girl, is now so quiet it's heartbreaking.
"Senior Brother, I'm so sorry!"
Xie Ze muttered to himself, his voice so weak that only he could hear it.
"It seems none of us will be able to keep our bodies intact."
"In the next life, let's be fellow disciples again!"
He turned his head and looked at the boundless black waves in front of him.
The ghostly soldiers' long spears gleamed with a cold, chilling light under the blood-red moonlight.
The foremost ghostly soldiers had already reached his feet, and a putrid stench assaulted his senses.
Xie Ze did not conjure any more puppets because he had no strength left.
He simply straightened up slowly, straightened his tattered red robe, and smoothed his hair, which was stuck together with blood, with his right hand.
"Third junior brother, fourth junior brother, little junior sister... don't look!"
Xie Ze murmured softly.
He was afraid that it would be too embarrassing for these most important people to see him in his most disheveled state.
He knew that his junior sister was being controlled by the soul seed, but he hoped that when she woke up, she would remember him as a man of great elegance, not as the disheveled man she was in now.
He also saw his third and fourth junior brothers rushing towards them desperately.
But there were just too many ghost soldiers; they couldn't get close at all.
They were already seriously injured.
I really hope they can leave here safely!
Xie Ze slowly closed his eyes.
The howls of the ghostly soldiers grew increasingly excited and inspiring, seemingly their final charge.
Countless pale arms grabbed Xie Ze's ankles, his clothes, his shoulders, and his head...
He didn't resist.
He simply stood there quietly, letting those cold fingernails pierce his flesh.
The spiritual energy was in turmoil, and even if he wanted to self-destruct, he couldn't do it at this moment.
The screams didn't last long before they were quickly replaced by the sound of rapid chewing.
That was the sound of ten thousand ghosts devouring the food.
The second senior brother, who was usually the most vain, the most flamboyant, and always carried a small mirror with him, was torn to pieces by countless evil spirits at this moment.
His flesh and blood were devoured, his bones were chewed up.
Not even a single intact bone was left.
Only a tattered fragment of a red robe remained in the air, swirling in the eerie wind before finally settling on a patch of scorched earth.
The wind, carrying a nauseating stench, swirled up the tattered fragments of the red robe, making them spin in the gray air before finally falling helplessly into the dust.
"Second Senior Brother!!!"
Chu Zhaole let out a shrill scream.
His limbs were all broken, and at this moment his whole body was like a broken sword, suspended in mid-air, with two lines of bloody tears rolling down from his eyes.
He looked at the red cloth trampled by the ghostly soldiers, and at the group of evil spirits still chewing and swallowing, and felt as if his heart was being crushed by an invisible hand.
pain!
Pain into the bone marrow.
It is ten thousand times more intense than the pain of a broken bone.
"what--!"
Chu Zhaole roared to the sky, his full head of black hair dancing wildly.
He hates.
I hate myself for being incompetent.
He hated that he could only watch helplessly as his fifth junior sister died tragically, as his eldest senior brother's life force gradually dissipated, and as his second senior brother was devoured by countless ghosts.
"Give me back my second senior brother and fifth junior sister!!!"
Chu Zhaole's sword aura surged.
The golden sword energy that had been keeping his body levitating had now turned into a strange dark red.
He was burning himself.
He was exhausting the last bit of life in this broken body.
On the other side, Yang Rui, sitting cross-legged on the ground, looked completely dumbfounded.
He stared blankly at the red cloth, his lips trembling violently, but he couldn't utter a sound.
That second senior brother who was always the first to rush to his aid when he was bullied, even if he got beaten up and his face was swollen...
Gone?
"Cough...cough..."
Yang Rui coughed violently, and mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out.
His eyes gradually turned crazed.
That kind of madness is the hysteria that comes when someone is driven to the brink of despair.
"brute……"
Yang Rui stood up unsteadily, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, his ten fingers digging deeply into the hard rock.
The fingernail broke off, and blood was everywhere.
"You beasts..."
"Give our second senior brother back to us..."
He was like a lone wolf on the verge of death, emitting a low whimper.
Hua Nian knelt to the side, already sobbing uncontrollably.
Looking at Yang Rui's appearance, her heart ached.
"Brother Yang Rui..."
Hua Nian helped him up.
Yang Rui's eyes were frighteningly red at that moment.
He stared intently at his senior brother, Chen Heng, in the distance.
The eldest brother, kneeling on the ground like a mountain, holding the body of his fifth junior sister in his arms, had already lost consciousness.
And then there were the ghostly soldiers who were surging towards Chen Heng like a tide, crossing the place where Xie Ze had disappeared.
Second Senior Brother is dead.
Fifth Junior Sister is dead.
Even the eldest brother can't survive?
Do not!
no way!
At this moment, Chu Zhaole transformed into a streak of blood-red sword light, no longer caring about any defense or leaving any way out.
boom!
Chu Zhaole's body burst into flames in the air.
That's not fire.
That was the sword intent he had cultivated throughout his life, the sharpness born from his unyielding pride.
A clear and melodious sword cry rang out between heaven and earth.
The sound drowned out the howls of ten thousand ghosts and pierced through the eerie winds of the netherworld.
Chu Zhaole's figure disappeared.