Chapter 2286 - 1210: The End of the Great Battle (Part 3)

However, in the next moment, a streak of sword light flashed, and Liu Hanzheng also found a new wound on his abdomen; it was Song Canghai who had made a move.

"Crack!"

Just as Sheng Jingxuan was concentrating on maintaining the ink cage, unable to be distracted, a bolt of Yin Thunder descended from the sky, striking heavily on his head, burning his meticulously groomed, neat hair to a crisp, and damaging most of his clothes.

Yet, Sheng Jingxuan was indeed ruthless. Even in such a situation, he did not relax the cage. Relying on his sharp protective magical artifact, this move only affected his appearance, but the actual damage inflicted was quite limited and didn’t hurt his core.

Nevertheless, Sheng Jingxuan reflexively turned around to look, trying to find out who had struck him with lightning, but he found no one.

After retracting his gaze, another bolt of Yin Thunder gathered above his head. At that moment, Sheng Jingxuan spun around abruptly and caught sight of Yang Xiao, who was raising his hand and using the Ring-Headed Saber in his hand to control and aim the lightning.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the scene was awkwardly frozen.

Facing Sheng Jingxuan’s piercing gaze, Yang Xiao quickly put away the Ring-Headed Saber, hid it behind his back, and flashed a friendly smile.

But clearly, Sheng Jingxuan did not appreciate Yang Xiao’s gesture of goodwill.

However, it didn’t matter because, in the next second, a figure appeared in front of Sheng Jingxuan, just blocking his blind spot.

It was the samurai puppet making a move, delivering a punch upon meeting him. But to Yang Xiao’s surprise, Sheng Jingxuan reacted swiftly, without even turning his head, he spun the brush in his hand and pierced forward with the tip, sending the samurai puppet flying and piercing a hole in this half-step Nether Realm puppet.

At this moment, Yang Xiao realized how terrifying this guy was. Although he was considered the bottom among the Netherworld Envoys and looked down upon by many experts, he was almost invincible against Ghost Level combat power and even a half-step Nether Realm.

Moreover, Yang Xiao recognized that the previous information on Sheng Jingxuan, the traitor, was inaccurate. This guy was not that weak; his strength was formidable, and his moves were insidious. Currently, the move he was using to trap Dean Sheng was evidently quite powerful.

But however powerful, it ended here. As Song Canghai’s sword, charged with energy, slashed down, the large ink drop floating in mid-air was instantly split in half, then exploded suddenly.

"Phew—"

"Phew—"

Both Song Canghai and Sheng Jingxuan had exhausted most of their spiritual power at this point, but it was worth it to slay Sheng Yanlin in one blow.

Yet, as the splattered ink slowly dissipated, the two couldn’t help but be stunned because there was no corpse of Sheng Yanlin on the ground or in mid-air, not even a drop of blood or a piece of flesh.

Song Canghai, who had swung his sword, knew his own strength; he didn’t have the ability to leave no trace of Sheng Yanlin with one strike.

The most dreadful is when silence suddenly falls.

At this moment, everyone’s gaze was focused on this battlefield, not daring to breathe for fear of something going awry.

However, though Sheng Yanlin was gone, the Wisdom Staff he possessed still stood in mid-air, resembling a tombstone.

Soon, the Wisdom Staff began to tremble for no reason, then emitted a burst of bright green light. The next second, as the green light dissipated, Sheng Yanlin reappeared in place. To the shock of Yang Xiao and everyone present, Sheng Yanlin was completely unscathed, not even a trace of blood, nor was his clothing damaged.

But how could this be? Yang Xiao clearly recalled that not long ago, Sheng Yanlin had been trapped in that giant ink drop, his clothes corroded severely, looking somewhat pathetic.

Yang Xiao didn’t know how to describe this feeling; it was as if... it had been restarted.

Yes, restarted, as if time had reversed, Sheng Yanlin returned to a past point and was fully restored.

It seemed something clicked in Yang Xiao’s mind, his pupils contracted suddenly, he remembered, he had experienced a similar situation, just not domestically, but in Japan, Wang Yue Qianxun.

Wang Yue Qianxun’s watch could restart time, but Sheng Yanlin’s ability was different from Wang Yue Qianxun; he seemed to be restarting himself since time hadn’t been reversed.

But regardless of which type it was, it was enough to astonish anyone. No wonder Sheng Yanlin was so satisfied with the Wisdom Staff; this thing was indeed one of the three doomsday secret treasures of the Esoteric Sect Royal City, truly formidable.

Seeing Sheng Yanlin again, Yang Xiao seemed to understand something. Previously, Sheng Yanlin being trapped by the ink drop, including being slashed by Song Canghai, was all an act, consuming them.

Given Sheng Yanlin’s abilities, he could have escaped long ago, but he didn’t. Instead, he toyed with them like a cat playing with mice, watching them slowly approach death.

This despair after hope is destroyed is the most frightening.

At this moment, Sheng Yanlin wouldn’t give anyone another chance. In just a flash, he dashed to the spiritually drained Song Canghai. In this rematch, Song Canghai was clearly unable to resist, receiving injuries again after just a few moves from Sheng Yanlin.

The Golden Cicada attached to Sheng Yanlin’s Wisdom Staff had disappeared, evidently dealt with by Sheng Yanlin.

The shackles that were originally on his feet were also gone, and Sheng Yanlin no longer held back, leaving Song Canghai without any room to retaliate.

Seeing that Song Canghai was about to be defeated, Sheng Jingxuan no longer persisted and instead immediately fled towards the still resisting Library Elders.

"Sheng Jingxuan, where do you think you’re going?" Having wounded his opponent heavily, Liu Hanzheng, now free, also gave chase.