Chapter 2015 - 1880: Rushing Headlong Into Danger

Chapter 2015: Chapter 1880: Rushing Headlong Into Danger

The cold voice was eerie, as if it came from the Nine Netherworld, making everyone particularly uncomfortable.

"Who? Get the hell out here!" Fatty Du shouted angrily, vigilantly scanning his surroundings.

He was bolstering his own courage, because there was a twinge of trepidation in his heart, sending chills out from his bones!

Evidently, this person had been nearby, witnessing the entire battle process.

To dare to reveal himself at this moment unquestionably indicated a profound confidence in his own strength.

The Top-Grade Sacred Weapon, the Purple Gold Divine Bell, carried immense deterrence.

A wave from the bell, and anything with form would be shattered into dust.

Unfortunately, now he was utterly incapable of wielding this Big Killer once more, only able to bluff, hoping to scare the adversary away.

"Hehehehe..."

A chilling, owl-like laughter resonated from the Void, as a sturdy, young man emerged from the twisting space not far away, his eyes shooting out silvery-white light.

This person’s appearance was extraordinarily sinister, his pale features like those carved from marble, exuding a strangely compelling allure.

Upon seeing him, Ye Fan’s heart trembled fiercely, his eyes instantly narrowed, and an overwhelming anger erupted uncontrollably.

This sinister young man was none other than Su Po, ranked eighth among the top ten of the Demon Clan.

He was insidious and ruthless, his methods cruel and vicious; during the initial trials, anyone grouped with him ended up either dead or crippled.

Especially considering his inherent hatred towards the Human Race, it’s likely he was behind the recent human trialist massacre.

At this moment, Ye Fan desperately wanted to act recklessly, to capture him and clear his own name.

However, he knew that to capture Su Po alive was nearly impossible, and if he failed, their likeliest choice would be to self-destruct, leaving no traces behind.

Qi Motian was just like that, in a mere moment of laxity, not only did he self-destruct, but he also dragged several human trialists with him, shattering Ye’s hope of clearing his name.

Learning from the past, he wasn’t willing to have a second instance of such an event occur.

For a moment, he hesitated, unsure of what to do.

While he hesitated, the Demon Clan genius Su Po made his move...

He moved like a specter, silently, delivering a palm strike amidst gusting sinister winds.

Fatty Du shivered all over, feeling the threat, and at the critical moment, he summoned the Purple Gold Divine Bell to block in front of him!

"Pa!"

Su Po’s seemingly unremarkable palm left a clear print on the Purple Gold Divine Bell, nearly sending it flying.

"Bang!"

He struck again, ghost-like and elusive, traversing through the Void, each palm strike accompanied by a piercing ghostly wail, extremely lethal.

Fatty Du was utterly terrified, desperately energizing the Purple Gold Divine Bell, casting out a sound wave to slash at him.

The power of the sound wave was immense, capable of shattering even the Void, virtually unstoppable, invincible.

Even though he had exhausted too much Divine Power, unable to fully replicate the terrifying power from before, it was still not something a human body could withstand.

At this moment, Fatty Du was nearly gambling everything he had, unwilling to let anyone pluck the fruits of his labor partway.

"Buzz!"

A surge of dense Death Energy surged forth, a pitch-black skull appeared, emitting a faint Demon Light, effortlessly neutralizing the sound wave.

"Show whatever you got, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance!"

Su Po was very composed, a tinge of disdain at the corner of his mouth, speaking calmly, not paying any heed to Fatty Du and the others.

Likewise, he also ignored Ye Fan!

Because at this moment, Ye Fan still hadn’t revealed his real appearance, looking quite ordinary, just like any regular person seen in cities across Xing Kong Gu Road, without any distinctive features.

"Death Energy?"

Fatty Du exclaimed in disbelief, his small eyes widening instantly.

Zhou Xiong and the others were also shaken to their cores, having detected the surge of Death Energy, their hearts instantly cloaked in an ominous shadow.

"You, you, you are Ye Fan?"

The four were terrified to the extreme, petrified, absolutely not expecting to encounter the killing madman, the Demon Clan spy Ye Fan here, it filled them with despair.

"You’re not that dumb after all!"

Su Po smiled slightly, revealing his pale teeth, confirming their suspicion.

"Correct, I am Ye Fan, is this answer satisfactory?"

Fatty Du and the others were silent, each looking ashen.

According to some previous rumors, the Demon Clan spy Ye Fan wouldn’t strike easily, but once he did, it was a dead lock, up until now, no one had left alive from him.

Encountering him now, it was almost a death sentence, Ye Fan would never allow them to leave alive.

"Alright! Take this satisfactory answer to your deaths!" Su Po said coldly: "Rest assured, after you die, I’ll leave my mark, letting those foolish investigators know you died by my hand, otherwise, wouldn’t I have killed you in vain? Labor should yield reward."

"Ye, today I’ll show you what it means for the Human Race to not be humiliated!" Fatty Du roared, his body swelling rapidly like an inflated ball, erupting into raging flames.

At this moment, he was burning his Divine Power, preparing to fight to the death!

"Well said, boss, count us in!"

Inspired by Fatty Du, Zhou Xiong and the others also began burning their Divine Power, willing to deal a heavy blow to the enemy even at the cost of their lives.