Chapter 586: 443 Ruined Body

"Indeed, it is a bow… Since when did the East Sea have such a formidable Golden Bow! Without cause, it seeks to kill me…"

Now that Eno had seen the attacker, the terror in his heart subsided slightly, replaced by a deep-seated hatred. His Golden Body had provided some resistance, allowing him to see that the Mysterious Arrow, shaped like a golden phoenix, came from in front of him.

"The arrow came from the front; so the person is in the east, damn it… this trip was in vain!"

Having deduced the attacker's location to the east, he immediately turned back, riding the Dharma Light, and flew towards the west.

As he cast spells with his hands, two long sticks shone with golden light, thick and stretching out, exuding a fragrance of burning incense, radiating arc-shaped lines of light along the sides of the sticks, gradually thickening, forming a circular shield.

"Qin Ling's shield blesses."

Eno didn't have many defensive spells. With one stick behind him and the other in front of his chest, he protected his vitals, speeding along with the wind.

Although Eno had never seen this person before, he bet that such powerful attacks could not be easily used. As he fled blindly, a buzzing sound suddenly rang next to his ear, followed by a sharp pain in his chest and back.

The buzzing in his ear was tearing apart, echoing continuously, causing blood to flow from both ears. A succession of fears rose in his heart, and Eno understood that this was not some mere sound, but rather the result of the enemy's Immortal Foundation or accompanying spells, thinking:

"Immortal Sect direct lineage, but not from Tang Jin Sect… Which other family is this sharp? Could it be Sword Sect?"

He felt a huge jolt in his chest, and the long stick in his hand let out a wail. In an instant, it slipped from his grasp, spinning twice in the air before Eno clasped his chest, now with a hole the size of a bull's eye on his left side.

The Buddhist Practitioner's magic artifact was subpar; he managed to retrieve the bent long stick, and Eno felt a deep fear:

"Again, from the front! He's doing it on purpose!"

The person's archery skills were profound. Eno had never seen such terrifying Immortal Arrows in his life. The person was tormenting him playfully, as if the arrow's direction and his position were irrelevant—it was merely where he wanted it to come from.

Eno, battle-hardened, plunged into the sea in this dire moment without hesitation, diving desperately towards the seafloor, his neck feeling increasingly cold.

"Here it comes again…"

He tried to activate the spell, only to feel Gang Qi coursing through his body, opening small holes and moving through his skin and internal organs, breaking off his concentration twice and preventing him from casting any spells.

The panic in Eno's heart finally reached its peak, and he forcefully pinched a talisman with both hands:

"Pralambdha Dharma—'Forsake the Body'"

In an instant, his body emitted bursts of golden light. His pale form swiftly melted, transforming into a golden light that enveloped him. Despite the release of formidable power, Eno felt no sense of safety but only an all-encompassing chill.

As expected, the buzzing next to his ears was like thousands of birds chirping. Blood streamed from his ears as he strained his Dharma Body's vision to the utmost and finally saw five streaks of golden light rushing towards him like shooting stars, one after the other.

"Buzz!"

Massive waves of steam rose from the water as Eno bellowed, unleashing his terror, but the five streams of golden light seemed to have never appeared. All that remained of him was a head attached to a pair of arms, the rest of his Dharma Body vaporized, vanishing without a trace.

At this juncture, with an icy heart, Eno only raised his two arms, but before the next golden ray could race towards him, he clasped his neck with both hands and twisted with force.

"Crack."

Eno's neck twisted grotesquely, and he intentionally didn't use his Dharma Body's capabilities, simply suffocating himself in the seawater. The golden light whizzed past, turning his body into a bloody smear, his head flying high, causing huge waves on the sea surface.

The waves churned, slowly calming down, leaving only thick dark clouds rolling in the sky, with raindrops falling softly on the water. It was only now that the five streams of Dharma Wind arrived, belatedly.

The leading Guest Elder swallowed hard, his gaze wandering. He looked at the four people beside him, but none of them dared to meet his eyes, all bowing their heads.

As the group stood unsure of what to do next, a dark golden brilliance slowly emerged. A middle-aged man, treading on a Flying Shuttle, approached steadily. He reached out his hand to catch the head falling from the dark clouds, stowed his magic artifact up his sleeve, and gazed coldly at the others.

The middle-aged man had an icy expression. Clad in Armor, the Black Gold Armor he wore was particularly intimidating. A long bow was strapped to his back, with one hand behind his body and the other holding that smooth head.

Eno's head was filled with terror, blood dripping down, staining the man's robust forearm. He stared silently at the group, without uttering a word.

'Run!' >

The same thought appeared in their minds, but nobody dared to move their feet, feeling cold all over, as if their faces were being sliced by blades. As the middle-aged man approached step by step, everyone stared at the sea surface, heads lowered. The leader finally spoke:

"Ancestor… Thank you for lending a hand… We are…"

He sweat profusely as he spoke, but unfortunately for him, another figure arrived on the wind from behind—none other than the Guest Elder who Eno had driven away earlier. Having circled around, he finally found the group, his eyes wide with shock and excitement, he rushed forward, babbling:

"Fu Guest Elder! Did Master Situ use some kind of talisman… just now, that fight I…"

"Slap!"

He was midway through his sentence when he realized something was wrong. He was suddenly slapped across the face, causing him to stumble. Fu Guest Elder, sweating coldly, pushed the newcomer's head down and said in a low voice: