novelraw Chapter 577 - 266: Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 1)
Chapter 577 - 266: Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 1)
Just at the moment Jiang Taixuan’s words fell.
Fang Qingyu was violently torn apart by the Eternal Night Territory.
Heaven and earth spun before his eyes.
The thick darkness like ink in his vision twisted, shattered, and dissolved crazily like the surface of water into which a stone had been thrown.
The scenery of the ice cave along with the figures of his teammates.
It was as if an invisible giant hand had wiped them away instantly, disappearing without a trace.
What replaced them was a massive fleshy wall that kept writhing and emitted a dark red blood light.
They covered overhead, replaced the icy layer beneath, and squeezed the space around.
The air became thick and scorching, suffused with a nauseating bloody scent and a corrosive pungent odor akin to stomach acid.
It was as if he had been stuffed into the depths of a giant creature’s wriggling stomach sac in an instant.
"Cough... cough cough..."
Fang Qingyu forcefully swallowed the surging Qi Blood, his melted gold vertical pupils constricting sharply from pain and shock.
But just for a moment.
The shock was forcibly suppressed by a much stronger Will, like a branding iron plunged into icy water, sizzling before settling into cold solemnity.
Gluttonous Stomach?
Fang Qingyu clenched the sword handle of Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash tightly, his knuckles turning white from exertion, and the blade emitted a faint hum.
Divine Armament does not have just one ability.
Everyone knows this.
But Fang Qingyu and the others hadn’t really thought that the Gluttonous Stomach had such a function.
It completely exceeded everyone’s expectations.
Including Deep Blue Heavy Industries’ intelligence.
Who could have imagined that a Divine Armament meant for sustaining life could evolve into such a terrifying space, a self-contained Blood and Flesh Purgatory?
No wonder Jiang Taixuan was so fearless.
Fang Qingyu took a deep breath.
The scorching thick air filled with a strong bloody scent rushed into his lungs, bringing a burning sensation but also instantly clarifying his jumbled thoughts as if ice-cold.
There’s still a chance.
A battle is already like walking on thin ice, changing in an instant.
This sudden turn of events, although perilous, wasn’t a dead end.
As long as people remained.
As long as Shikong, Liu Hanyan, and Wei Banmeng remained.
With their minds and abilities, they would also instantly realize what happened and immediately start seeking their companions, seeking to reunite.
Reuniting!
This was the only path to survival, the only chance to sever Jiang Taixuan’s decaying roots.
Fang Qingyu’s melted gold vertical pupils scanned the surroundings.
Wriggling dark red fleshy walls emitted faint blood light, outlining narrow twisted passageways that constantly changed.
Beneath his feet was a thick surface covered with a layer of slippery blood plasma.
The others had to be found quickly.
Fang Qingyu thought swiftly.
Jiang Taixuan needed time... needed to absorb.
He needed to absorb the Qi Blood and vitality of everyone here to fill his deficit, even... restore Power.
And Fang Qingyu suddenly thought about something...
The people from Deep Blue Heavy Industries... those Grandmasters lured by the Martial Saint Ruins...
Had they also been swallowed in?
If the answer was very likely.
After all, those people were actually only a few hundred meters away from them at that time.
Then at this moment, inside this huge "stomach bag," it was like a living Blood and Flesh Furnace.
Over a hundred Tier Two Grandmasters, including some peak-level experts.
Once this vast blood and flesh Energy was absorbed and transformed by Jiang Taixuan through the Gluttonous Stomach...
No matter how low the conversion rate, it would be enough to restore that decrepit old monster to an extremely terrifying degree in a very short time.
By then...
Let alone killing him, for all of them combined, surviving even one would be fortunate.
It had to be quick.
A fierce glint flashed in Fang Qingyu’s eyes; he hesitated no longer.
He bore the soul-tearing pain from the destruction of the Eternal Night Territory and his surging Qi Blood, and sharply stamped on the thick blood and flesh ground beneath him.
"Boom!"
The thick blood plasma splattered.
Fang Qingyu’s figure shot forward like an arrow released from a string, rushing toward a passage that appeared to be somewhat wider ahead.
His melted gold vertical pupils frantically scanned the surroundings.
Not missing a chance to spot a title.
His steps were swift yet steady; each step landed in the indents of the flesh, minimizing sound.
Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash was held horizontally in front; faint Bone-Eroding Thunder light struggled valiantly to reignite, like a firefly in the darkness, ready at any moment to tear apart any approaching threat.
The thick bloody smell surged forward.
Dark red mucus secreted continuously from the writhing fleshy walls on both sides, dripping to the ground, emitting a corrosive "hissing" sound.
The pathway was winding and twisting, like an intestine.
Fang Qingyu charged ahead with lowered head.
One hundred meters...
Two hundred meters...
Three hundred meters...
The surrounding scenes seemed not to change much, still endless writhing fleshy walls and suffocating thick bloody scent.
Fang Qingyu’s heart sank bit by bit.
It seemed the internal space of the Gluttonous Stomach was even larger and more bizarre than he imagined.
Yet, just as Fang Qingyu dashed about four to five hundred meters and the passage ahead suddenly seemed to open up, with more intense blood light faintly penetrating...
Sudden change erupted!
Schlaaa—!!!
The originally several meters away dark red fleshy walls on both sides abruptly, without warning, squeezed inward like living things.
The speed was akin to two gigantic flesh walls slamming shut.
Fang Qingyu’s pupils shrunk, his reflexes reaching their peak.
The forward thrust halted abruptly, his toes exerted force sharply, and his body retreated like a specter.
Boom—!!!
A dull, heart-stopping massive sound!
The two huge flesh walls collided fiercely just a meter in front of him, sticky dark red blood plasma spraying like waterfalls from the impact point.
The squeezing force of the flesh wall was so terrifying that it emptied the air in an instant, forming a brief air blast.
And behind Fang Qingyu.
The narrow passage he had just rushed through was swiftly narrowing and closing at a speed visible to the naked eye under the pressure and wriggling of the flesh wall.