686: 370 Evil Thing 686: 370 Evil Thing In the blink of an eye, the River of Ti appeared before his eyes.
Fang Zhixing grasped the ti line of the Witch Clan elder, his gaze Locking onto “one second prior”.
That was the mont the Witch Clan elder launched “Curse·Shattering”.
“This curse must have been released through his eyes,”
Fang Zhixing sharply noticed that the Witch Clan elder’s pupils constricted, his gaze firmly Locked onto him.
So!
He extended two fingers and fiercely jabbed towards the Witch Clan elder’s eyes.
Pu chi~
Blood sprayed!
Two fingers plunged deeply into the Witch Clan elder’s eye sockets.
The eyeballs burst!
The next instant, ti resud its flow.
Fang Zhixing rely snapped his fingers, without any superfluous movent.
But the Witch Clan elder suddenly scread in agony, his eyes burst, blood gushing out, everything becoming blurred.
He staggered backward, panic-stricken.
The curse’s effect was directly interrupted!
The shattering ceased!
Fang Zhixing’s body shook, all injuries healed instantly as if nothing had happened.
The Witch Clan elder was not slow either, with Super-speed Healing, two new eyeballs grew out, filling the sockets once more.
However, when his pupils focused again,
What entered his sight was a sudden spread of black flas beneath his feet, burning and swirling around his entire body.
Within the flas, countless great swords protruded from the ground, piercing into his body.
Pu chi chi~
A sharp pain beyond description assaulted him.
The Witch Clan elder grimaced, imdiately flapping a pair of Bone Wings, soaring into the sky.
The power of the Bone Wings was unimaginably imnse, whipping up a terrifying hurricane.
The wind carried the flas!
Whoosh whoosh~
The hurricane of fire swept in all directions, engulfing Fang Zhixing’s figure.
Seizing this opportunity, the Witch Clan elder’s form flashed, rushing into the depths of the clouds.
He took a deep breath, quickly casting spells to hasten his healing.
“I never expected Fang Zhixing would master that Divine Skill…”
The Witch Clan elder’s expression was as somber as still water, gravely serious.
At this mont, he no longer dared to underestimate Fang Zhixing.
“The successor of ‘Emperor Longevity Dragon Skill’ is not the Great Black Buddha Mother, but Fang Zhixing!”
The Witch Clan elder’s emotions churned like a roller coaster.
“Hmm, Fang Zhixing can reverse the flow of ti, making everyone transparent in front of him.”
“Whatever I do now will be recorded on my tiline.”
“Fang Zhixing can read my past, then intervene on my tiline at will.”
The Witch Clan elder’s face was taut, he understood the terror of the “Emperor Longevity Dragon Skill” all too well, the number one Divine Skill was well deserved.
“Fortunately, I have collected quite a few ‘Inch Barriers’.”
The Witch Clan elder reached towards his waist, then he grasped at thin air.
“Eh, where’s my pouch?”
A sudden chill struck the Witch Clan elder’s heart as he looked down.
To his shock, his pupils contracted violently.
He saw Fang Zhixing holding a black pouch, tossing it up and down playfully.
“Surprised?
I anticipated that you would bring ‘Inch Barriers’ with you and stole them in advance.”
Fang Zhixing smiled, with everything under his control.
“This is not an opponent to be confronted with force…”
The Witch Clan elder sighed internally, his murderous intent more intense than ever, yet his will to fight swiftly crumbled.
He turned and fled, making a quick escape.
Pop~
The sound of snapping fingers reached his ear, like the death knell of the Grim Reaper.
The Witch Clan elder’s vision blurred, and suddenly, a Blood Lotus appeared out of nowhere directly in his path.
His breath halted instantly, his scalp tingling intensely, goosebumps all over his body.
Fang Zhixing laughed, “This flower was prepared in advance, always lying there, just waiting for you to crash into it.”
“Nuclear Blood Lotus, my gift to you!”
With a thunderous explosion, the Blood Lotus burst open.
A massive mushroom cloud appeared in the sky.
A mont later!
A twisted and broken body burst through the thick smoke, plumting downward.
The Witch Clan elder crashed onto the ice with great force, nearly shattering it.
At that mont, his condition was indescribably wretched, his body emitting fire and dense smoke, half of his head a bloody ss, the right side of his body almost entirely gone, the Bone Wings shattered, both arms lost, and only the left leg left of his lower limbs.
Even so, he was not yet dead.
The battered flesh writhed, attempting self-healing.
Fang Zhixing approached unhurriedly.
“Cough, cough cough~”
The Witch Clan elder lay on the ground, coughing up a large mouthful of blood.
He lifted his head, with the only remaining eye, he watched Fang Zhixing with vengeful bitterness.
“Very well, very well, you are ruthless!”
The Witch Clan elder’s voice was filled with indescribable resentnt and hatred as he roared, “I know that no matter how much I beg for rcy, you won’t let go.”
Fang Zhixing chuckled lightly, “Your words are truly interesting.
It was you who was shouting about fighting and killing just a mont ago.
Of course, you never think all of this is actually your own doing.”
The Witch Clan elder let out a bitter laugh, his voice cold, “Bullshit about owning up to one’s actions!
I am a supre being; for over a thousand years, doing as I please, killing whover I want.
What’s wrong with a tiger eating its prey?”
Fang Zhixing clicked his tongue, scoffing, “So now, you have finally turned yourself into a dish.”
The Witch Clan elder spat, sneering, “You can kill , but let remind you, I am a Black Witch!
Do you know the most fearso thing about Black Witches?
The mont we beco Black Witches, a Summoning Seal is etched deep within our souls.
This ans that, at the mont of a Black Witch’s death, the summoning ritual will automatically be triggered, and soon after, a vile beast will be summoned to avenge us.”
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