Balian's face suddenly showed a strange smile, and then his wings behind him abruptly folded, enveloping Shen Sanjing's body within them.
Imdiately, all the feathers on the wings pierced into Shen Sanjing's body like blades, riddling him with wounds, causing blood to gush uncontrollably from the injuries, dripping onto the ground forming a pool of blood.
"Ugh!"
Shen Sanjing stared at Balian in disbelief, his serpentine pupils gradually dissipating, returning to human shape.
Sun Yan could clearly feel the aura of that Chang Immortal on him was waning, which was enough to indicate that Shen Sanjing's life was nearing its end, even Chang Immortal could no longer remain on his body.
"No need to struggle anymore, your body is exceptionally compatible with mine. Using your body, I can at least live for a few hundred more years."
Balian threw Shen Sanjing to the ground, looking at Sun Yan and the others with a fierce smile, "You should feel honored to beco a part of . Your life will be extended because of it. I have a way to keep you living in this world. Co, submit to , and don't resist aninglessly."
As Balian finished speaking, footsteps slowly echoed from the hallway not far away.
A group of expressionless n and won erged, all wearing blood-red robes, with cross necklaces hanging around their necks.
They held short, curved knives in their hands, looking like frenzied cultists.
Among them, Sun Yan even identified the presence of Monica, Yamashita Kojirō, and even the silhouette of the black man Brian.
It seems they all had fallen under Balian's oppression and beca Balian's puppets, much like Old Housekeeper Xia Da.
"Younger Brother Sun, we're in trouble now. Do you have any way?" Zhao Chuan Yi asked Sun Yan in a low voice.
Among everyone present, he was the only one who had seen the true ans of Sun Yan. Even though Balian had transford into this half-human half-ghost creature, Zhao Chuan Yi still believed he surely had a way to deal with him.
"Older brother, I didn't bring my magical artifact with to Northern Europe this ti." Sun Yan's face was solemn.
Balian had killed Shen Sanjing too swiftly, leaving him no chance to react and intervene, only able to watch as Shen Sanjing fell into the pool of blood, dying with his eyes wide open.
Facing Balian, who claid to have lived from the primitive era to the present, the ans he possessed were enough to instill imnse fear in one's heart.
"No artifact? See if this works."
Zhao Chuan Yi took out a necklace from his bosom, and the necklace bore a thumb-sized dog's tooth, clearly an old object.
"This is a black dog's tooth passed down from my ancestors, said to have exorcism effects. Can it be used?"
Looking at the dog's tooth necklace Zhao Chuan Yi handed over, Sun Yan couldn't help but smile wryly.
Ever since owning magical artifacts, whether the Ghost Torturing Stick or the Mountain-Opening Fierce General's Golden Halberd, their power was self-explanatory. But this dog's tooth necklace, even if taken from a black dog, how much lethality could it have against soone like Balian who possessed Angel Power? He still needed to think of a way himself.
"Capture them. The blizzard will soon stop, and the final sacrificial ritual must be completed before it halts."
Balian pointed at Sun Yan, Zhao Chuan Yi, and Bai Qianqian: "Don't think of resisting anymore. Co, beco a part of my immortality!"
Those n and won who erged from the corridor, upon receiving Balian's order, all wielded their blades, striding towards Sun Yan and the other three.
They were expressionless, but madness and fanaticism glead in their eyes, clearly indicating that persuasion was impossible.
Sun Yan took off his clothes, revealing the Mo Lihai Artwork on his back.
"This ti, I must fight you all."
Sun Yan posed in a boxing stance, imdiately leaping forward, kicking mid-air, striking a believer of Balian squarely in the face.
His formidable strength kicked the person flying backward, tumbling on the ground.
With the Martial Arts Physique, Sun Yan's bare-handed strength was not sothing ordinary people could compare to.
These people controlled by Balian with who knows what thods just looked nurous, but in terms of fighting ability, they were not exceptionally strong.
They were even inferior to those Blood Race mbers Sun Ying had previously encountered. After receiving Assistance Divine Power from True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao, Sun Yan had been watching martial arts teaching videos online.
He would also spar with Sosia on close combat techniques, though not mastering them, Sun Yan had no problem in fighting a bunch of ordinary people.
After all, his physique was robust, even without palm techniques, his raw strength could demonstrate imnse power.
Taking down several of Balian's believers, Sun Yan picked up two short blades, tightly gripping them, his body taut, ready for battle.
Seeing that he dared to resist stubbornly, Balian burst into laughter: "Your skills are indeed more powerful than I imagined. It seems you are the most suitable vessel among these people. With your body, I can accomplish nurous things this ti."
Balian grabbed a long spear hanging on the wall, which flew to his hand.
This spear was adorned with purple-golden patterns, its spearhead spiral-shaped, resembling an artwork.
But when Sun Yan saw this spear, he inexplicably felt a tinge of faint apprehension.
The origin of this spear was likely not simple.
"Once, there was a soldier who foolishly stabbed with this spear, but he soon regretted it. This blood-stained spear beca famous because of it."
Balian swung the spear, his wings spread outright, releasing an overwhelming, domineering aura.
His eyes arrogantly gazed at Sun Yan: "You seem capable of fighting; let see your true strength!"
With a flap of his wings, Balian swooped towards Sun Yan at low altitude; the speed was so fast, in just a blink or two, he was right in front of Sun Yan.
Unexpectedly, Balian did not see any panic on Sun Yan's face, instead revealing a mysterious smile.
As Balian jabbed with the spear, at that mont, Mo Lihai Dharma suddenly appeared behind Sun Yan.
The massive Mo Lihai extended its hand, grabbing Balian's thrusting spear firmly.
"What?!"
In Balian's mont of shock, Mo Lihai swung the huge Jade Pipa, striking fiercely against Balian's chest.
This 'angel' had his entire chest caved in, being smacked by Mo Lihai's pipa, flying several ters away, crashing into the hall's wall, creating a deep dent.
"Cough!"
Balian slipped from the crater, falling to the ground incredulously, clutching his chest and coughing up congealed blood.
He looked at Sun Yan in disbelief… at the Mo Lihai Dharma behind him.
"F**k! What is this power!"
Reviews
All reviews (0)