Chapter 381: Chapter 381
"Little girl, you are right, this Lord was indeed thinking wrongly, thanks for reminding me. There are many ways to leave this realm, and it doesn’t necessarily require the blood of mortals for sacrificial refining. Continuing to fight would only result in mutual destruction, let’s stop," said the red-robed monk, who had been hit by another talisman from Lan Tian, his hand clenched tightly inside his sleeve, vowing to torture her severely once he gets his hands on her.
Lan Tian snorted coldly, silent, a smirk of irony at the corner of his lips. They had reached the point of no return, yet he still thought of beguiling her, his brain must have been kicked by a mule! Without further words, another talisman flew out, including the last two top-grade talismans; the red-robed monk, like an unkillable cockroach, had only suffered superficial wounds so far.
There were only low-level and mid-grade talismans left in the Sleeve Universe, no more top-grade talismans; without other options, she had to use her trump card aiming for a fatal blow. She told Little Tao her plan and asked her to attack more fiercely to distract him.
"Little Tao, attack him, cover for Xiao Lei," turning over her hand, she held a deep-purple-black stone in her hand, "Xiao Lei, fly up high, take him out with Lei Ting when he least expects it."
Each of them, a person, a peach, and a stone, followed the plan; the Thunder Mother Stone, under Little Tao’s cover, quietly flew above the red-robed monk and turned invisible. Lan Tian pulled out a strand of Chaotic Fire, placing it within a talisman, and hurled it amidst the chaos of the monk’s busy hands and feet, controlling the Chaotic Fire with her Divine Sense during the talisman’s explosion, seizing the chaos to fly over.
"Ah!" a sudden agonizing scream from the exploding red-robed monk.
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When the smoke cleared, the red-robed monk’s wrist was gone, and a cluster of gray flames burned vigorously on his wrist, quickly spreading up his arm, intensifying slightly.
The red-robed monk, sweating coldly from pain, knowing the peril of the flames, dared not slap them with his hands. Enduring the pain, he frantically swung his arm, failing to dislodge the flames which had already burnt much of his arm up to his shoulder. If he didn’t chop it off, it would spread to his head and neck... he closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them, his eyes were cold as ice, and he chopped down with his hand.
"Pouf," the red-robed monk, ruthless enough, chopped off his entire arm, blood spraying out, and the flames along with the arm fell down, quickly burning up even the blood on the ground. His gaze towards Lan Tian was filled with an intense desire to devour her alive.
The people within the Array, seeing the red-robed monk at a disadvantage, felt a sense of relief after a tense night.
"Xiao Lei, strike him." Seeing that he seemed delirious, Lan Tian suddenly commanded. The long-awaited Thunder Mother Stone swiftly struck upon hearing her words.
Hearing the thunder roaring incessantly, everyone looked up, but the sky was pitch black, seeing nothing. Suddenly, a purple lightning bolt descended unexpectedly, hitting the red-robed monk directly, turning him into a charred block. With a "crack," he fell to the ground twitching, and everyone gasped in shock.
To still not be dead after such an attack was too tough a fate!
As a precaution, Lan Tian did not approach but instead hurled all the talismans from the Sleeve Universe at the charred figure, shattering it further. After twitching for a while, it suddenly stopped moving. Fearing he might be feigning death, Lan Tian controlled her flying sword to probe everywhere on his body, stabbing beneath his chest. Seeing him motionless, Lan Tian sighed in relief, her body slightly trembling, the sword in her hand nearly falling several times.
"He’s dead, right? He should be dead." Her body was weak, so she just sat down on the ground not caring about her appearance anymore, breathing heavily.
There was a death-like stillness around, so quiet it was suffocating. Under the night sky, only Lan Tian’s breathing could be heard.
Those within the Array, witnessing this dramatic scene, were too stunned to respond verbally, feeling like it was all a dream, too surreal. They blankly looked at the sky, wondering where the thunder had come from, then foolishly gazed at the charred figure on the ground, not knowing how long they had been watching when suddenly, cheers and screams erupted like thunder the moment they came to their senses.
"Ah~~~, the freak is dead!"
"We’re still alive, that’s great." More people shed tears of relief having survived the ordeal.
Regaining his senses, Ji Feng immediately rushed out of the Array towards Lan Tian and embraced her, "Xiao Lan, I’m glad you’re alright, you had me worried sick."
Upon seeing the embracing pair, Mo Junhua’s face darkened. He instructed the guards to take good care of the elders, then strode outside. Amidst the cheering, others, seeing Mo Junhua leave, immediately followed en masse; they too wanted to go outside to see the dead freak. They needed to kick the corpse a few times; all the fear and anxiety they endured overnight because of him had almost driven them mad. Without venting their frustration, they probably would indeed go insane.