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Chapter 118 : Perhaps, this is the end.
Chapter 118 : Perhaps, this is the end.
As the thick, eerie darkness blanketed every corner of the land, Su Ming felt an icy shiver run down his spine. The all-encompassing obscurity weighed on him like a shroud of impending doom.
"Is this the end of our land?" he muttered, his voice trembling with panic and fear. His gaze darted toward the direction of the sect, where his thoughts momentarily lingered on his missing brother.
However, sentimentality had no place in the midst of the chaos. A sudden, whistling red streak caught the corner of his eye, and his instincts kicked into overdrive.
"Shit!" he cursed, his body contorting as he twisted to the left. The malevolent red sword grazed past his armor, leaving behind a screeching sound that sent a chill down his spine.
Su Ming swallowed the lump in his throat, his face etched with dread. "That was close."
His attention shifted to the two red sword-wielding Blood Whisperers on either side of him.
He knew that these red sword Blood Whisperers were far more powerful than their ordinary counterparts, placing him at a severe disadvantage.
His armor could only augment his power to the early Foundation Building realm stage, and with the combined pressure of the two red Blood Whisperers, it was clear they far surpassed that level.
"I can do this. I can do it. I just need to hold them down," he mused in his mind, summoning his resolve.
As he stared at the two menacing red sword Blood Whisperers, they locked eyes with him, a silent understanding passing between combatants.
In an instant, as if answering an unspoken command, the two red sword Blood Whisperers moved simultaneously, a deadly ballet of malevolence and violence.
Su Ming's gaze turned solemn as he activated his armor. It gleamed brilliantly, propelling his realm to the early Foundation Building realm.
With newfound strength, he took a calculated step to his left, his movements a blur as he left behind a trail of afterimages.
The Blood Whisperers swung their crimson swords in a sweeping arc, targeting his chest.
Su Ming's brow furrowed in concentration as he shifted his body to the side, a nimble leap taking him out of harm's way.
Mid-air, he executed a graceful backflip, landing with unwavering precision behind one of the red sword Blood Whisperers.
With unyielding resolve, he unleashed his martial skill: the Daydream Sword Attack.
The very air vibrated with a barely contained ferocity, its edges blurred by darkness as it sliced through the atmosphere, hurtling toward the back of the Blood Whisperer.
But the Blood Whisperer, without even bothering to turn his back, raised his sword with astonishing speed, deflecting the oncoming attack with deft precision.
Su Ming's strike was thwarted, and the red sword Blood Whisperer remained unscathed.
With the second red sword Blood Whisperer now behind him, Su Ming found himself in a dire predicament.
His failed attack lingered briefly in his mind, but there was no time for regret.
He attempted to employ his swift movement skill, but the relentless Blood Whisperer had already locked onto him with a chilling precision.
The dreadful red sword sliced through the air with astonishing speed from his blindside on the right, leaving him with little room for evasion.
Before he could adjust his movement direction, the sword was upon him, and he gnashed his teeth, summoning every ounce of strength he possessed to intercept the attack.
Bang!
The clash of red sword against his own weapon sent Su Ming stumbling backward, his sword trembling in his grip.
His hand throbbed with numbness, and his heart raced with fear. But there was no respite, for the other red sword-wielding Blood Whisperer lay in wait.
Bang!
The blind, red sword light cut through his armor, digging deep into his left chest with a searing, excruciating pain.
A guttural scream escaped from his mouth as a wave of agony assaulted his senses.
Retreating quickly, fear and panic etched on his face, Su Ming used one hand to cover the deep gash on his left chest.
His breathing grew erratic, and his pallid face bore the marks of intense suffering.
It became painfully clear to him that the two red sword Blood Whisperers were working in perfect tandem, and his chance of survival in the face of their coordinated onslaught had dwindled to a slim hope.
The odds were stacked against him, and he faced a grim and uncertain future in the heart of the harrowing darkness. Perhaps, this was where it would all end.
Biyu and her surviving men faced dire circumstances. Her once-pristine armor lay in tatters, her body covered in blood.
Deep injuries marred her chest and leg, but she leaned on her sword for support as she commanded her remaining comrades to form yet another defensive formation.
Elder Su Feng, standing resolute in the heart of the town, was drenched in his own blood. A deep, ghastly cut ran from his left eye down to his neck, blood splashing from his mouth with each labored breath.
Yet, his unyielding gaze remained locked on the red sword Blood Whisperer before him.
With unshakable bravery, he muttered through blood-soaked lips, "Y-You this… pile… of… shit… Die."
A mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth as he spoke, but he took a deep, shuddering breath and rushed toward the red sword Blood Whisperer.
Elder Su Jie wasn't faring any better. One of his hands was twisted at an impossible angle, and his leg bled profusely.
Everyone engaged in combat with the Blood Whisperers teetered on the brink of death, their bodies bearing ghastly wounds from the relentless onslaught of the red sword Blood Whisperers, who overpowered them in every aspect.
Huang Yin, her once-pristine violet attire now in tatters and her face bloodshot, confronted three red sword Blood Whisperers with unwavering confidence.
Her whip danced deftly between them.
All four combatants were Foundation Building realm experts, making their battle more gruesome and brutal than any other.
She executed the "Phoenix Sky step," her movement skill, with breathtaking grace, and appeared in front of a red sword Blood Whisperer.
With her "Cloud Flowing Dance," her whip lashed through the air, ensnaring the Blood Whisperer before tearing its body apart and sending it hurtling through the air.
Ah!
A scream escaped from her lips as one of the Blood Whisperers cut her back, but instead of retreating, she turned to confront her assailant.
Bang!
The Blood Whisperer was sent flying, its body shattered into pieces. Huang Yin, however, looked worse for wear. Breathing heavily and with sluggish thoughts, she struggled to continue.
Meanwhile, atop the Jin mansion, Patriarch Jin Mu stood with a self-satisfied smile on his face.
"This is going according to plan. Very soon, it will be only my clan with the powerful forces."
Standing beside him was the leader of the Blood Whisperers. He glanced at Patriarch Jin Mu with a look of disdain and thought,
"Soon, this land will be a sacrificial lamb for my lord. I'll personally end his life."
Amidst the destruction of the barren land, something magical and mysterious was happening within the bloodstream of its people, unbeknownst to all, hinting at a turning point in this grim battle.
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[AN: Can anyone guess what was happening?]