novelraw Chapter 579 - 266: Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 1)
Chapter 579 - 266: Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 1)
Everything reverted to a heart-stopping calm.
Looking at Fang Qingyu, there was only a kind of pity in his eyes, as if watching a lamb to the slaughter.
"It’s just a pity..."
He gently shook his head, sighing with endless loneliness.
"Forty years of preparation... only to end up facing someone like you, a mere ant at Second Tier Initial Realm."
"That old dog Hong Qitian... in the end, he still looks down on me, Jiang Taixuan..."
"So be it..."
Jiang Taixuan’s eyes suddenly became sharp as a blade.
A terrifying aura began to rise from his hunched but no longer withered body.
The sticky, scorching air around seemed to solidify in an instant, transforming into an unbearably heavy copper wall and iron wall, fiercely pressing down on Fang Qingyu!
"Then let you, this ant who knows nothing of Heaven’s height..."
Jiang Taixuan’s voice was like the chill wind of the Nine Netherworld, cold and piercing, carrying the unappealable sense of judgment:
"Experience it firsthand before you die!"
"Back then... I, this old man, using the power of my Martial Saint body, burned in front of the Ice Fortress..."
"Defended the solitary city for seven days and seven nights!"
"Killed a million Life Ghosts... piling their bones into a mountain!!!"
"Boom——!!!"
As his last word fell!
The entire massive Blood-colored Beast Fighting Arena, with a diameter of a kilometer, felt like it was thrown into a pot of boiling oil.
The sticky air ignited in an instant.
An endless, terrifying pressure containing pure killing intent, like a tangible tsunami, burst from Jiang Taixuan’s seemingly frail body.
As if gathering the battle’s murderous aura from Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea.
Also carrying the absolute oppression of the Martial Saint Realm on the lower-tier life levels.
Fang Qingyu suddenly felt his vision blacken.
His heart felt as if it was being gripped by a giant invisible hand.
All the bones in his body were groaning under the unbearable weight.
The dim Eternal Night Radiant Armor on his body swayed like a candle in the wind under this pure Martial Saint pressure, the Thunder Fire’s light flickering, seeming as though it would go out at any moment!
"Ugh...!"
Fang Qingyu let out a muffled groan, his feet feeling like they were welded to the ground, with his body trembling slightly.
In his Melted Gold Eyes, reflected was the hunched figure slowly approaching from the front.
This time... it’s really a bit tricky.
...
Meanwhile, in other corners of the Gluttonous Stomach, this massive flesh and blood maze.
The others, forcibly separated, were each experiencing their own hell.
Wei Banmeng’s eyes shot open!
A cold sensation came from beneath her.
She found herself lying on a cold, slippery surface.
All around was deadly silent, with only the gurgling sound of liquid flowing slowly.
Wei Banmeng instantly flipped herself upright, her back against a relatively solid wall, warily scanning her surroundings.
In the moment she saw the scene before her, even with Wei Banmeng’s usual calmness, her breathing stalled.
The location she was at turned out to be a slightly elevated dark red "rock" platform no larger than ten square meters.
And around the platform...
Flowed a dark red blood river with a rich metallic and corrosive smell.
The blood river, like a moat, completely surrounded and isolated this small platform.
The river’s surface was not calm, continually churning with sticky bubbles that burst with an even stronger stench.
Above was a high, constantly writhing, mucus-dripping dark red flesh dome, emitting a dim blood glow.
This place seemed like a despairing island suspended above a sea of blood!
"Qingzi? Chu Kuanglan? Lu Jiuyuan? Captain Shikong? Hanyan?..."
In the first instance, Wei Banmeng lowered her voice, urgently calling into her tactical earpiece.
No response.
Only a static-like noise as if the signal was completely jammed.
As expected!
All communication was completely cut off!
Wei Banmeng’s heart sank, but her eyes became sharper.
She immediately forced herself to calm down, her brain quickly spinning.
Gluttonous Stomach... Spatial Division... Blood River Isolation...
Jiang Taixuan’s intention was obvious.
Divide and devour.
She must leave this island quickly!
Her eyes swiftly swept across the blood river circling the platform, preparing to leap over the river surface.
Gurgle... gurgle gurgle...
In the blood river, right near the location she selected.
The thick, dark red blood began to churn violently without any warning.
The bubbles became dense and large, like boiling water.
An extremely fierce, violent aura, accompanied by an even stronger metallic smell, spread from the depths of the churning blood water!
Wei Banmeng’s pupils contracted, she instantly abandoned her original plan and retreated several steps backward, simultaneously drawing the Profound Qilin Double Blades from her waist.
Buzz!
The next second.
Crash——!!!
The thick blood wave burst open.
Ferocious heads surged out from the churning blood river.
Each head was different in shape...
There seemed to be no complete bodies, only heads attached to necks pieced together by thick blood plasma and gleaming white bones.
As if they were horrific plants growing from the blood river!
Dense and overwhelming.
In an instant, they completely blocked Wei Banmeng’s surrounding river surface...
All staring at the island platform, at the only figure emitting a vibrant lifeforce.
The island of despair...
Instantly transformed into a hunting ground surrounded by a crowd of ghosts.
...
"Old Lu?! Lu Jiuyuan?! Where the hell are you?!"
The rough, urgent shout echoed in a relatively narrow blood-flesh alley flanked by towering flesh walls.
Chu Kuanglan, clutching his buzzing head, struggled to rise from a heap of sticky blood-flesh debris.
He was lucky, for when Jiang Taixuan’s words fell, the scene before him changed in an instant, landing him on a relatively soft flesh wall, though smeared in nauseating mucus and blood plasma, he was not seriously injured.