novelraw Chapter 1127 - 45: A Wisp of Fire for You
Chapter 1127 - 45: A Wisp of Fire for You
When the Red Sea shrouded, a streak of green light pierced through the long night.
Mu Qingyang’s spear struck like a dragon, slaughtering his way out of the formation.
He regarded Mr. Gu Changzhi as a benchmark, his style of action, his cultivation methods, naturally evolved towards the greatest Battle God Throne in the history of East Continent... [Green Fire], at face value, sounds like a natural elemental power, but it actually belongs to an immensely fierce power attack type.
Before Mu Qingyang achieved the fourth stage.
Green Fire could not leave his body, nor could it, like other natural Transcendents, manipulate elements for long-range attacks. To unleash the killing intent of [Green Fire], close contact was required!
You win some, you lose some!
Sacrificing attack range, the impact strength and lethality of [Green Fire] are far beyond comparison with abilities of the same stage.
After reaching the fourth stage.
Mu Qingyang’s domain could unfold, the attack range of Green Fire expanded along with it—
He thrust his spear from nearly a hundred meters away!
On the snow-covered peak, stood a white-haired figure. [Deep Sea] sent over the intel of the attacker, locking onto a target ranked thirty-fourth on the high-risk list: [White-haired Ghost]!
"Boom~~~"
Green Fire surged with the spear tip, as the spear lashed out, thousands of spear shadows pierced the void!
White-haired Ghost clasped his hands together, took a deep breath.
Even before Mu Qingyang’s great spear reached him, he felt the pressure.
There are no weaklings among the leaders of the Law Enforcers; if Mu Qingyang’s true combat strength were included in the [Snow Cage] high-risk criminal list, he would rank at least twenty-five!
However, the White-haired Ghost felt only a slight headache, nothing more.
Because he was well aware, what he needed to do tonight was very simple.
All he needed to do was stall Mu Qingyang.
According to previous observations, the greatest and only obstacle in attacking the camp was this man.
Everything else was insignificant.
Stall Mu Qingyang, and the remaining matters...
Watching the camp beneath the snow mountain, wrapped in the Red Sea, with weak campfires burning, the corner of the White-haired Ghost’s lips curled into a mocking smile.
The Poison Ghost’s Red Sea breaking the barrier, next would be a slaughter!
In the face of an overwhelming disparity, what could this group use to resist?
Even taking a step back,
Even if these Law Enforcers had some hidden methods, it would be useless.
Because tonight, the true "attacker" standing at the vantage point wasn’t himself, wasn’t Silver Eye, nor was it Poison Ghost.
"Kill!!!"
The White-haired Ghost held his breath and shouted in fury, running his hands over his cheeks, the snow-white long hair winding around his fingertips.
He didn’t engage in close combat with Mu Qingyang!
Though both were of the strong attack type, his [Snow Hair] excelled in long-range attacks, and this guy’s strength surpassed his own... He would not use his weaknesses to engage the other’s strengths!
Thousands of spear shadows pierced the void.
Countless snow-white strands of hair shot out together.
The clash of needle against brink erupted in a flash, with hundreds to thousands of splintering sparks of Blazing Light. Mu Qingyang advanced a hundred meters, while the White-haired Ghost gracefully retreated a hundred and twenty.
"Trying to stall me?"
Mu Qingyang read the White-haired Ghost’s combat intention, a strand of anger igniting in his pupils.
He knew very well what kind of peril his subordinates behind him were facing!
He had to kill one person quickly!
Quickly!
"Swish swish swish!"
Mu Qingyang’s spear striking speed suddenly soared, lacking the patience to fight the White-haired Ghost for three hundred rounds, he directly unleashed the spear technique that severely wounded Tang Ran... The shaft of the Red Tassel Spear was suddenly clenched tightly, instantly agitating a hundred viper-like shadows, then merged into one!
This spear, full of battle intent, exploded with an unstoppable rush of momentum!
But alas.
The White-haired Ghost and Tang Ran were two different types of Transcendents.
Their ways of confronting a fight were completely different.
From the moment the battle began, the White-haired Ghost decided to evade and delay as his primary strategy!
At the moment Mu Qingyang’s spear killing intent soared, he sensed something wrong, retreating frantically, constantly waving and swooshing his sleeves, and the wildly growing white hair shot out like harp strings as he flicked his sleeves.
Countless subtle bursting sounds continuously exploded in the howling wind of the Snowfield.
Mu Qingyang charged forward, unstoppable.
But the White-haired Ghost retreated madly, his feet rooted in the Snowfield, endlessly retreating with astonishing speed, showing no intention of battle.
This spear, no matter how strong its momentum had been before, at this moment, it inevitably waned!
On the Snowfield, the two figures, in an advance and retreat, battled across a kilometer. Mu Qingyang dared not venture too far from the camp; after a kilometer, his momentum somewhat depleted, he immediately raised his spear to gather momentum.
Yet, the White-haired Ghost, who had been evading battle, now suddenly smiled as he approached!
Mu Qingyang launched another spear strike!
The White-haired Ghost retreated again—
Such tactics, ordinarily, would lead the White-haired Ghost to a miserable end.
If Mu Qingyang weren’t in a hurry to fight, he could leisurely hold his spear, carefully seek openings, and impale the foe almost to death with a single thrust if caught!
But now, he couldn’t wait!
Now Mu Qingyang finally understood why, previously when the "Red Sea" shrouded, the snowfield was vast, yet only this striking aura was sensed by him... It was a deliberate ploy by the White-haired Ghost.
This was a trap, leading the enemy into a trap.
And, he had no choice but to enter.
Because this was the only apparent means to break the stalemate.
A person like Mu Qingyang, strong enough, and proud enough, would definitely attempt to break it!
"If this drags on, the Poison Sea will soon engulf the camp..."
Mu Qingyang’s expression turned somber, but he’s not adept at spiritual detection, making it extremely difficult to precisely snatch the Poison Ghost from the Red Sea Domain of the snuff bottle.