Chapter 352: Chapter 351: Desperate Situation
"No, I don’t believe it!" the Evil Wing Prince roared, staring at the shattered scythe in his hand.
Ye Fan declared, "Let
show you what a true Spiritual Artifact is!" With a great cry, Pure Yang Power enveloped him as he charged forward. At the forefront of that power was the Yuanhong Sword’s deadliest killing blow.
"Hundred-Step Flying Sword!"
He flashed through the Evil Wing Prince’s body, coming to a stop behind him with his back turned.
"Ah!" The Evil Wing Prince shrieked and fell to one knee. His body had been pierced clean through by the Yuanhong Sword.
The onlookers were stunned, but their shock quickly turned to elation. Ye Fan had finally defeated the Evil Wing Prince! Their lives were saved. Otherwise, the prince would surely not have spared them.
Blood dripped from the Yuanhong Sword—the blood of the Evil Wing Prince. "You’ve lost," Ye Fan stated calmly.
The Evil Wing Prince was defiant, but he had to accept the reality of his defeat. "Yes, I’ve lost," he snarled. "But how could you possibly comprehend the true power of a Vampire Prince? Today, no one will leave here alive!"
Ye Fan scoffed. "Do you still have the strength to fight?"
The Evil Wing Prince replied coldly, "You think one sword strike can turn the tide? You couldn’t be more wrong. The real despair begins now! Devour!"
At his command, the dozens of remaining vampires moved as one. They took their own lives with their daggers, and from each of their bodies, a single, crystal-clear drop of blood condensed.
"Bloodline Essence Blood!" Ye Fan was horrified.
This was a unique trait of vampires he had read about. When a high-ranking vampire was in mortal danger, lower-ranking vampires were required to unhesitatingly offer their own life’s essence blood to save them. While a single drop wouldn’t have much effect, the collective power of so many was a force that could not be ignored. This essence blood was everything to a vampire, containing their very life and power.
All the droplets of Bloodline Essence Blood flew into the Evil Wing Prince’s body, and his wounds healed in the blink of an eye. An unsettling aura spread as the allied forces fell into despair. The prince’s restored strength was terrifying, and their only remaining hope was Ye Fan.
Even Ye Fan grew unsettled as the Evil Wing Prince gazed at him mockingly. Despite this, Ye Fan said calmly, "Even if you return to your peak, I can still defeat you again."
"Is that so?" the Evil Wing Prince sneered. He then bellowed, "Blood Clan, kowtow!"
Following his own command, the Evil Wing Prince suddenly knelt and touched his forehead to the ground. Ye Fan was puzzled, not understanding the aning of this kowtow. No one would have mistaken it for a plea for rcy; his deanor was anything but subservient.
With that single kowtow, everyone’s expression changed. A gigantic pair of Blood Wings materialized in the sky and began to descend, causing Ye Fan’s face to pale. The pressure was so overwhelming that he could barely breathe. The despair was absolute.
Ye Fan gasped for air, trying to neutralize the Evil Wing Prince’s killing move. The first kowtow hadn’t killed him, but as the Prince kowtowed a second ti, Ye Fan felt utter despair wash over him.
His bones creaked, threatening to shatter.
"No, we have to help Lord King! He can’t withstand this pressure!" Leng Dao, his eyes sharp, exclaid.
But no one dared to step forward. Hong Zhi and Bai Zhii had the will but not the strength; they were completely spent, and they couldn’t recover their power on a whim. As for the King-level expert from the Northern Bear Country, he was completely unreliable.
Furious, Leng Dao started forward, but Ye Fan managed to grit out, "Don’t co up here!"
"Brother Ye!" Leng Dao cried out, confused but sensing Ye Fan’s agony.
"You can’t withstand the pressure!" Ye Fan warned.
The group was at a loss.
Ye Fan managed to raise the Yuanhong Sword, and the pressure on him lessened considerably. His flagging strength returned, and though it wasn’t a full recovery, his situation was at least a little easier than before.
The Evil Wing Prince said with disdain, "To withstand two of my kowtows, your strength isn’t bad. It’s a pity you won’t survive the third!"
With that, he kowtowed once more.
The Blood Wings hovering above Ye Fan pressed down again, instantly driving him a third of the way into the rocky ground. The pressure he endured wasn’t from the Evil Wing Prince himself, but from the Blood Wings. They were the true source of this crushing power.
The pressure on Ye Fan intensified. At that mont, he felt as if he could see Hell itself beckoning to him. He struggled to rise, but the pressure from the Blood Wings only grew more imnse.
Ye Fan was suffocating. He was on the verge of being crushed to death by the Evil Wing Prince’s Blood Clan Secret Technique!
"Brother Ye!" Leng Dao shouted in anger. If he could, he would have rushed up to share the imnse pressure with Ye Fan, but it was a pity he simply lacked the strength. His power was, in the end, far too weak.
Bai Zhii was also incredibly tense. Though she and Ye Fan had their misunderstandings, they had been cleared up. She knew for certain that if Ye Fan hadn’t co to their rescue, she would already be dead. She had owed Ye Fan a favor before; now she owed him her life.
For this reason, she struggled to her feet and announced, "My Zhenwu Sect has a Cultivation Technique that can transfer Inner Strength from a distance! What he needs is an unending supply of Inner Strength. Let’s work together and transfer our True Qi to him!"
Hong Zhi nodded imdiately, and Leng Dao was already eager to help. The King-level expert from the Northern Bear Country, however, had no intention of wasting his own power.
Leng Dao shouted at him, "If you don’t cooperate, none of us will leave here alive today! This entire area has been sealed by the Evil Wing Prince. Do you really think conserving your strength is going to do you any good?"
"That’s right. If you want to die, then just sit there and wait for it!" Bai Zhii added coldly.
The North Bear King-level Leader finally relented.
Hong Zhi declared, "’If I do not enter Hell, who will?’ This benefactor is risking his life to save us. We must be willing to give our own lives to ensure he survives!"
At that mont, Bai Zhii commanded, "Everyone, follow my instructions and form a line!"
Instantly, the mbers of the three factions ford a line.
"Now, transfer your power to !" she instructed.
The crowd understood, and most of them channeled all the power they could muster into Bai Zhii. With an elegant gesture of her hand, she sent a stream of pure energy across the distance, straight toward Ye Fan.
Ye Fan, who had been on the verge of collapse, was suddenly invigorated by this external power. Using all his might, he pushed himself up from the rocky ground.
"ddleso pests!" the Evil Wing Prince spat coldly.
With a clap of his hands, the Blood Wings in the sky slamd down. The force sent everyone flying backward, leaving them all on the brink of death. If the Evil Wing Prince hadn’t focused the majority of his power on Ye Fan, that single strike would have left no one alive.
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