Twisted Dreams

Chapter 375 - 443: The Death God’s First Battle

Mountains and forests near South Sea City.

The Elder Monk wore a white robe, holding Buddha Beads, with compassion and mercy in his eyes.

He stood in an open space in the forest, a breeze blew, yet couldn’t lift the hem of his robe.

Because he was a ghost, the mortal wind couldn’t affect him.

Suddenly, the Elder Monk’s robe fluttered vigorously, as if rustling in the wind.

The ground suddenly formed a black magic circle, and an Undead Whale’s head emerged halfway from the magic circle with a long wail.

A hand stretched out from the Undead Whale’s mouth, violently tearing it apart.

Li Yang emerged from the Undead Whale’s mouth and elegantly tidied his clothes.

The Elder Monk said:

"Master, actually you shouldn’t inquire about the Hunters.

The matters concerning Hunters are too numerous and not for you to understand now."

Li Yang raised his eyes flickering with black flames and reached out to summon dark thunder, attacking the Elder Monk.

The Elder Monk clasped his hands, and the Rosary and robe began to float upwards as if losing gravity.

He muttered, quickly forming a golden Buddha’s Shield.

The thunder summoned by Li Yang couldn’t break the Elder Monk’s defense!

Li Yang frowned slightly.

He possessed the Hell Spell talent, capable of simulating all magic he had seen.

Therefore, even without Thunder Element talent, he could still use thunder having seen Zhang Xiaoyi’s Thunder Technique.

But mimicking others’ magic proved too weak.

It worked against some weaker foes, but against this mysterious Elder Monk, it was insufficient.

The Elder Monk shook his head with a smile:

"Tier Six is indeed strong, but Master should know, there are differences even among Tier Six.

I too, in a past era, once suppressed a great number of top-tier powerhouses."

Li Yang spoke softly:

"You sure talk a lot."

The Elder Monk responded solemnly:

"I hope this battle can extinguish the yearning heart of Master!

If achieved, it would be a great merit for me, I... . . . . . ."

Mid-sentence, the Elder Monk couldn’t continue.

From Li Yang’s hand, unbeknownst to any, appeared an ancient black scythe.

Upon seeing the Scythe of Death, the calm and fearless look on the Elder Monk’s face vanished, replaced by intense horror.

He didn’t know the origin of the Scythe of Death, but he felt the terrifying power contained within!

This isn’t just a weapon, but the scythe represents a profound truth, a rule!

This scythe signifies death!

Li Yang swung the scythe, massive black light tore through space, seemingly severing all life.

The Elder Monk dared not underestimate it, quickly disappearing from his spot.

"Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom!"

The endless sound of explosions erupted, like countless mountain bombs detonating!

The Elder Monk turned, only to see the mountain peaks behind him neatly sliced off!

His soul flickered constantly, indicating his inner turbulence!

Li Yang swung the Scythe of Death again.

The Elder Monk shouted angrily, continuously chanting Buddhist hymns.

His Buddha Light Shield expanded amid darkness, shining like a great sun!

The black light of the Scythe collided with the Elder Monk’s Buddha Light Shield, the silent night resonated like thunderous bell chimes.

Light scattered, shaking the trees in the forest, leaves falling.

The Elder Monk’s eyes focused, clasped both hands, Buddha light burst forth like the sun illuminating the entire forest!

His figure flashed like a phantom rushing towards Li Yang, Buddha Beads in hand transformed into golden streams of light attacking Li Yang.

Li Yang snorted coldly, wielding the Scythe of Death.

Black light and Buddha light clashed continuously in the sky with thunderous sounds, wildlife in the forest fled in fear.

In this battle, neither Li Yang nor the Elder Monk restrained their strength.

The sleeping residents of South Sea City were all awakened by the battle in the wild.

This battle is bound to be documented by the Security Administration.

The Elder Monk suddenly shouted furiously, gathering Buddha light in his hands, forming an immense Buddha Hand.

With unsurpassed strength, the Buddha Hand struck towards Li Yang.

Li Yang chanted spells.

Countless talismans gathered and entwined on the Scythe of Death.

Endless Power of Death spread, tangible darkness encroaching the forest light.

Li Yang held the scythe defensively.

Though it appeared defensive, terrifying dark power surged against the Buddha Hand in the sky.

This wasn’t a defensive tactic, but a lethal blow!

"Boom!"

After a loud noise, the Buddha light vanished, lingering Power of Death slithered like dragons and snakes, revealing the battle’s victor.

The Elder Monk’s soul dimmed, like fireflies, clearly heavily wounded, incapable of further combat.

Li Yang’s breath was irregular, evidently having expended too much.

The consumption of Spiritual Power and Soul Power would have drained an ordinary person.

Li Yang breathed faintly, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.

The Elder Monk’s words were correct, there are differences among Tier Six.

The mysterious Elder Monk’s soul severely wounded, Li Yang’s clothes slightly dirty.

The Elder Monk looked at Li Yang.

In his eyes was no bitterness from defeat, no embarrassment from boasting, no fear of confronting an unbeatable foe, surprisingly it held admiration and gratification.

"Amitabha."

The Elder Monk chanted a Buddhist mantra, and spoke:

"Master has won, Master indeed is formidable."

Li Yang exhaled a cloud of smoke:

"You sure talk a lot."

Unsure how many times tonight he had reiterated this phrase.

The Elder Monk chuckled:

"That one chose two individuals in this world with great fortune and perseverance.

Master is one of them.

I originally supported the other.

It seems now, my eyes were dim."

Li Yang finally heard something useful from the Elder Monk, raising his eyebrows:

"What do you mean?"

The Elder Monk sat down cross-legged, diligently solidifying his soul to prevent it from dissipating.

But soon it would be.

With his own abilities, he could only temporarily ensure his soul didn’t vanish from this world.

He spoke:

"I do not fear death, I should have died long ago.

I am still alive to do more for this world.

Seeing Master today, my wish is fulfilled.

Master, the following words, please remember them."

Li Yang didn’t repeat ’you sure talk a lot,’ quietly smoking.

"Once there was a hidden organization in the shadowy realm of this world, always ready to appear and repair the world’s anomalies."

The Elder Monk’s eyes flashed:

"That organization is called the Hunter Guild."

Li Yang remained silent, mind slowly pondering.

Hunters were a guild, an organization repairing world anomalies.

Then...what are world anomalies?

The sparkle in the Elder Monk’s eyes faded, replaced by boundless melancholia:

"The former Hunter Guild... hehe...

Strictly speaking, the Hunter Guild doesn’t belong to this era.

Of course, we existed during a different era in this world.

With the turbulent era, the Hunter Guild vanished, we, forgotten by that time, are Wandering Ones.

Wandering Ones... are people without a path home."