Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1284 - 1251: Brutal Collision
At this moment, Zhang Xiangguang finally revealed those terrifying fangs.
His plan not only horrified people but also showed strength that left them feeling despair.
No ghost controller in the supernatural circle has ever been able to display a level of supernatural power, even just at the onset. Everyone already had a rough assessment in their hearts, which was that there was a huge gap between them and Zhang Xiangguang, at least by a level.
And now, there were five Zhang Xiangguangs joining forces.
Not only that, the surrounding area was being swallowed by darkness, hidden within was a terrifying ghost envoy… a ghastly presence.
“The appearance of the ghost envoy is not to attack us, but to trap us, to restrict us, to prevent us from scattering. Wei Jing, are you sure the suppression quota of the ghost envoy must be 9?” At this moment, Leuk San felt uneasy and gritted his teeth.
The appearance of the ghost envoy had too much impact on his paper figures.
As soon as the paper figures got close, they would be immediately cleared by the ghost envoy, so he needed to know the correct number to allow the paper figures to gather and then come here.
Wei Jing explained with a numb expression, “The suppression quota of the ghost envoy after coming out of the training base is 9, but after the subsequent supernatural incidents, the specific quota of the ghost envoy is uncertain, but I can confirm that my suppression quota is 9, so probably the ghost envoy’s is the same. Some uncertain changes caused the ghost envoy’s suppression quota to remain at this number.”
He gave a reason.
“Alright, I’ll trust you this time.” Leuk San didn’t ask further.
“He Yiner, conjure the spirits, immediately.” Yang Jian looked at her and said.
“No need for your reminder.”
He Yiner took a deep breath, immediately removed the hand string from her wrist, and also took out an old wooden comb and a pocket watch that had long stopped running from her clothes.
Three vague outlines gradually appeared nearby.
She summoned three spirits in one go.
But the appearance of the spirits would take some time.
However, the opponent wouldn’t give He Yiner time to summon the spirits.
At this moment, five Zhang Xiangguangs had already attacked. Their actions weren’t coordinated, but they raised their rusty old broadswords all at once.
This knife didn’t need to touch humans, nor was it clear what medium it used, but the moment the knife was raised, everyone felt a strong sense of crisis.
Almost without any hesitation.
Yang Jian, Li Jun, Leuk San, Wei Jing, and Li Leping took a step forward and directly blocked in front of the other three.
The first attack must be withstood.
If it can’t be blocked, there would be no chance to fight back.
A knife fell, as if casually swiping in the air.
Instantly.
A terrifying supernatural power erupted, directly attacking the five of them.
A grotesque wound appeared on Yang Jian’s neck again, and a head fell off his neck once more. He couldn’t restart at this moment because he was inside the ghost painting’s Ghost Domain, and his ghost eye was suppressed, almost useless.
Beside him, a slit tore open on Li Jun’s face, and sinister Ghost Flames spewed out from the slit, as if the out-of-control flames were about to engulf him.
Leuk San’s paper figure’s body was similarly torn apart, but a corpse with a chilling feeling was revealed inside, its skin sliced open, dripping thick blood.
Wei Jing’s expression remained unchanged as his chest was directly ripped open, exposing rotten, foul-smelling innards.
Li Leping was even more miserable, being cut in half and collapsing on the ground.
“You all…”
He Yiner was momentarily stunned upon witnessing such a tragic scene.
She hadn’t expected the several of them would so decisively block Zhang Xiangguang’s attack, allowing her to survive unscathed.
Zhou Deng was also shocked, and then his eyes turned red.
Because He Yiner wasn’t the only one protected; he was within the protection range as well.
“Did they block it?”
Lu Zhiwen remained expressionless, but he fixed his stare on Zhang Xiangguang in front of him, exuding murderous intent.
“Trying to solve us like this, Zhang Xiangguang, you’re underestimating people too much.”
At this moment, Yang Jian’s headless corpse moved, raising his hand to throw the cracked spear.
One of the Zhang Xiangguangs immediately stopped and prepared to defend.
However, the flying spear was caught mid-air by a tall Ghost Shadow, with a blood-red face branded on its face, exactly like Yang Jian’s.
The Ghost Shadow grabbed the cracked spear and swung it towards Zhang Xiangguang.
Zhang Xiangguang intended to move but discovered he was grabbed by countless blackened, stiff hands at his feet. These hands piled up layer after layer, climbing upwards, almost engulfing him.
The sound of metal clashing reverberated.
“You’re nothing special either.”
He expressionlessly raised the eerie old broadsword to block the attack.
However, the immense force caused him to lose some balance.
Suddenly, a deadly curse unleashed.
Zhang Xiangguang’s face turned ashen immediately, and then this ashen complexion swiftly spread all over his body.
“Bang!”
The inevitable curse disrupted him, turning the spear around as the Coffin Nail pierced directly through his body, pinning him to the ground.
Immediately, this Zhang Xiangguang fell completely silent, while his body began to rapidly decay as before. However, differently this time, even the old machete in Zhang Xiangguang’s hand also decayed, leaving nothing behind.
“Indeed, you are stronger than the others.”
The other four Zhang Xiangguang looked somewhat surprised, seemingly not expecting Yang Jian to eliminate one of them so quickly.
But before he could think further, the captains’ counterattack had already begun.
The sinister Ghost Flame enveloped, instantly swallowing a Zhang Xiangguang within it, and Li Jun disappeared into the flames altogether, his body colliding with Zhang Xiangguang’s figure, and the whole Human Skin Mask stuck onto him as if to cover him entirely.
Wei Jing ignored the wounds on his body at the moment, as a blackened grass rope fell from all directions, winding around another Zhang Xiangguang. The grass rope tightened more and more, almost binding him into a straw man.
The terrifying suppression of the Ghost Envoy made him lose the strength to struggle.
At this moment, Leuk San’s hand peeled away yellow paper, revealing a weirdly emaciated hand, which was lifted high, and then suddenly dropped towards Zhang Xiangguang.
A certain dreadful killing rule was triggered.
At this moment, the fourth Zhang Xiangguang’s heart abruptly stopped, and he stumbled to the ground directly.
Li Leping, who had been cut into two halves, had already disappeared at some unknown time, and the recollection just now vanished into thin air, and he appeared intact in front once more.
Thick smoke enveloped the fifth Zhang Xiangguang, who plunged into the smoke, wandering in search.
Once found, triggering the killer’s rule might eliminate the last Zhang Xiangguang.
The tall Ghost Shadow slowly lifted the cracked spear, staring at several unusual spots around, while the shadow covered the ground, lifting a head on the ground to piece it back slowly onto the headless body.
“A single fire can’t burn me away.” At the same time, the second Zhang Xiangguang’s voice came from within the Ghost Flame.
In the flames, a figure forcibly tore off a layer of human skin, and then the Ghost Flame gradually extinguished. However, his body bore several scorch marks yet he remained alive, while Li Jun’s body was no longer full, like a deflated balloon, only left with a limp human skin, held in Zhang Xiangguang’s grip, unable to move.
Meanwhile.
On the other side, the Ghost Rope wrapping Zhang Xiangguang started continuously breaking, as some terrible supernatural power resisted suppression, trying to break free.
“Bang!”
The next moment, the Ghost Rope snapped in unison, and the third Zhang Xiangguang’s body twisted somewhat, yet he still wielded a machete to cut the Ghost Rope, ignoring Wei Jing’s attack.
The fourth Zhang Xiangguang, under Leuk San’s attack, collapsed to the ground, but he suddenly lifted his head and slowly stood up again, showing that his consciousness was still present and he wasn’t killed in one strike.
This scene made Leuk San widen his eyes, feeling horrified.
“Stop searching, I’m right here.”
Amid the thick smoke, a figure groaned and tumbled out.
That turned out to be Li Leping.
And the fifth Zhang Xiangguang, unharmed, walked out of the smoke in large strides.
Despite the captain-level attack, only Yang Jian succeeded in taking down one Zhang Xiangguang, while the remaining four Zhang Xiangguang still survived.
Moreover, Li Jun, who exerted himself completely, directly perished, managing only to burn one layer of Zhang Xiangguang’s skin.
“Soul Summoner, we’re not a match for this person, even during the Republic of China Period he’s a top-tier existence, use the spirit tablet, don’t hesitate.”
At this moment, a specter summoned by He Yiner saw this scene and immediately reminded.
As soon as this was said, the three specters immediately looked fierce, seemingly lost their rationality, and then, like malevolent spirits, rushed straight toward Zhang Xiangguang.
The three specters did not separate to attack but charged at the second Zhang Xiangguang instead.
The older generation of specter made the right judgment, they wanted to take down this Zhang Xiangguang to save Li Jun, striving to reverse their disadvantage while taking down the opponent as much as possible.
“Even specters want to cause trouble?” These Zhang Xiangguang once again raised their machetes.
However, at this moment.
One Zhang Xiangguang reached for his weapon and grasped nothing but air.
The machete… had vanished.
“I did it.”
Zhou Deng, wearing a Human Skin Mask, looked strange and unfamiliar, yet spoke with a hint of joy because at this moment he held a rusty old machete in his hand.
This machete was Zhang Xiangguang’s own.
“Huh?”
Then, the moment Zhou Deng held the machete, he noticed that his vision changed, becoming especially peculiar, as the sight was not complete but fragmented, like a complete picture torn into many pieces, each rip like a gouge, sinister and eerie.
But when Zhou Deng looked into the darkness, all the rips vanished, and everything returned to normal.
“Don’t hold that thing.”
Beside him, Lu Zhiwen grabbed Zhou Deng’s hand, snatching away the old machete, and tossed it aside.
At this moment, Zhou Deng’s arm had already completely rotted, the flesh and blood peeling away, leaving only bones.
“Curse?” Zhou Deng gasped.
He looked at his own hand, yet felt no pain at all.
However, the earlier scene made him seem to understand something.
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