novelraw Chapter 1536: 1537: The True Target of the Black Pearl
Chapter 1536: 1537: The True Target of the Black Pearl
Capítulo 1536: Chapter 1537: The True Target of the Black Pearl
As he raised his hand, a surge of dark energy appeared in it. Holding a Dark Energy Sphere, he hurled it at the Medicine Saint with imposing might.
Unable to evade, the Medicine Saint slashed his sword at the Dark Energy Sphere, trying to disintegrate it.
However, he underestimated the power of Lin Yifan after his demonization.
Lin Yifan, possessing immortal power, was not someone a person like him, not yet in the Immortal Realm, could handle alone.
Thus, he was sent flying, his meridians thrown into chaos, and his Blood Sea churned violently.
After this confrontation, he realized that in a one-on-one fight, he couldn’t be Lin Yifan’s match, so he once again chose to flee.
But could he flee from Lin Yifan’s grasp, with all his tricks exhausted?
Initially, relying on several Instant Teleport Charms, he escaped by the skin of his teeth; now, with the charms depleted, Lin Yifan quickly caught up with him.
The Dark Energy Sphere attacked again, at a startling speed, forcing the Medicine Saint to defend once more.
“Boom!”
Another heavy impact shook him, causing him to vomit blood, his internal organs badly injured.
Now he could feel the pain Lin Yifan endured when facing the Indigo Immortal Power earlier, realizing how excruciating it was.
Regret was futile; he had to bear the bitter fruit he had sown himself.
Thus, he exerted his full strength, vowing to defeat Lin Yifan and reverse his fortune.
Alas, it was but a stubborn resistance.
Lin Yifan moved boldly, unleashing countless streaks of dark energy with the lift of his hand, countering his fierce attacks.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Hit again and again, he was now battered and bruised, unable to continue the fight.
“Ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha!”
Ultimately, looking disheveled, he stood in mid-air with a silly smile, continuously reflecting on all he had sacrificed for the Immortal Ring over the years.
In the end, he still lost, defeated by something that led to nothing.
Despite having the Seven-Colored Immortal Ring in his grasp, why couldn’t he open the Gate of Longevity? Despite being the owner of the Seven-Colored Immortal Ring, why didn’t it acknowledge him?
Could it be the ancient legends were lies? Were all these rumors false?
Remembering how Lin Yifan, possessing the Seven-Colored Immortal Ring, didn’t leave this world, he seemed to understand.
Generations of gifted individuals rise, each reigning for a hundred years. His era was over; he should descend to meet those old friends he had used and caused the death of.
The Demon King Lin Yifan would not miss any opportunity.
Seeing the Medicine Saint give up resistance, he spread his black wings and seized the Medicine Saint’s head, twisting it right off.
“Ah!!!”
In the distance, Xiao Fang screamed.
The scene was too horrifying—the most brutal, bloody, spine-chilling sight she had ever witnessed.
She never imagined that Lin Yifan, in his demonized form, would be so ruthless; it seemed he had truly lost his sanity.
The Medicine Saint was dead, their grievances and feuds vanished.
Yet she felt a tinge of sadness at witnessing someone once as dear as family brutally slain before her.
“Master! Your life’s pursuit has led to a decapitated fate; was it worth it?”
After mourning, she quickly composed herself.
The most important task now was to awaken the demonized Lin Yifan; he couldn’t be allowed to descend into chaos any longer.
She flew over, attempting to grab Lin Yifan’s hand.
But alas, Lin Yifan did not recognize her, swiftly moving past her, returning to the soccer stadium.
Why acted Lin Yifan this way—did he hate her to the core?
True enough, it was all her fault; if it weren’t for her, how would Sister An Qi have ended up in trouble?
No matter if Lin Yifan wanted her anymore, she was determined to make up for her mistakes. So she followed Lin Yifan to see where he intended to carry the Medicine Saint’s head.
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Though Lin Yifan seemed outwardly demonized, in fact, he was temporarily occupied by the black bead.
The black bead inherently possessed spiritual nature; it was not a demonic entity, as it would have long controlled Lin Yifan and slaughtered all living beings.
Thus, Lin Yifan returned to the soccer stadium to meet An Qi, informing her he had avenged her, at peace now.
On his way back to the soccer stadium, he was spotted by various guests fleeing in all directions.
As they saw Lin Yifan carrying the Medicine Saint’s head high in the sky, the ground’s various sect cultivators gasped in surprise.
They hadn’t expected the fleeing Medicine Saint would still be captured by Lin Yifan and brutally slain.
If such a mighty figure wasn’t Lin Yifan’s match, evidently, they should never provoke him in the future—not even entertain the thought.
With overwhelming power, Lin Yifan returned promptly to the soccer stadium.
Carrying the Medicine Saint’s head, he descended from the sky.
Seeing blood drip from above, everyone curiously looked towards the sky, discovering the blood was dripping from the Medicine Saint’s head.
They were startled by this scene; clearly, this wasn’t the result they had anticipated.
They considered the possibility of the Medicine Saint being killed but hadn’t imagined such a brutal execution.
Evidently, Lin Yifan’s methods now were a hundred times more vicious than before, not to be underestimated.
They all stepped aside, except An Father and An Mother remaining to protect An Qi.
They berated Lin Yifan, who was descending before An Qi, demanding, “What do you want? Planning to harm my daughter? Let me tell you, as long as we’re here, we won’t let you succeed.”
Lin Yifan did not respond, extending his mutated demon hand, touching An Qi’s cheek.
Feeling An Qi’s body cold and lifeless, he roared to the sky, releasing an endless sorrowful cry.
“Ah!!!”
Instantly, the earth quaked, rivers boiled, and seas churned.
People in every corner of the world felt his power, his despair.
What immense sorrow—seeing the woman he cherished die before him was the pinnacle of tragedy.
Guilt and remorse surged forth like a torrent.
He couldn’t allow this to happen—he had to save An Qi with all his might. In the next moment, the black bead emerged from his body, illuminating the surroundings.
“Whizz!”
Soon, the black bead absorbed An Qi’s body and shot towards the horizon.
Not long after, a dark rift appeared in the sky; it entered the dark rift and vanished without a trace.
The entire process was fleeting, perhaps lasting only a few seconds. By the time everyone registered it, the black bead was gone.
“What… what is going on?”
“An Qi was taken away?”
“Where is it planning to take An Qi?”
“What was that black thing emerging from Yifan?”
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