Supreme Cultivation Chapter 393 - 392: Hard to Counteract

Chapter 393: Chapter 392: Hard to Counteract

At that mont, Ye Fan shouted, "Pure Yang Power!"

The Pure Yang Power erupted, a tide of thick, fiery True Qi surging toward the Zuo Xian Leader. The leader, however, tore through it with ease.

Seizing the opening created by his attack, Ye Fan shouted, "Returning to the Sect Sword!"

The Zuo Xian Leader was caught completely off guard. Before he could react, Ye Fan severed one of his arms. Then, Ye Fan vaulted over his opponent’s head as the Yuanhong Sword shot down.

Ti seed to freeze in that instant.

"AH!"

The Zuo Xian Leader roared in agony, struggling frantically, but Ye Fan showed no weakness. After a stalemate of about three minutes, the Zuo Xian Leader finally collapsed to the ground.

Ye Fan fell as well. He lay on the ground gasping for breath, clearly in a weakened state. He desperately wanted to lie there and not get up, but he knew that if he didn’t, the casualties would only mount. It wasn’t for any other reason than the simple fact that this was war. As a veteran of many battlefields, Ye Fan knew that war wasn’t just a contest of wisdom and combat strength; it was also a contest of endurance and stamina. A warrior had to conserve his strength for the entire duration of a battle, which could last for hours, if not longer. If you couldn’t hold on, death was certain. There were no second chances.

Staggering to his feet, Ye Fan saw that the battle between Heather and the Wolf King had reached its climax.

Heather gathered a Blood Light Energy Ball and hurled it at the Wolf King.

BANG!

Within a hundred-ter radius, not a single blade of grass survived. The aftermath of the explosion filled the air with the thick stench of blood. Looking down at the devastation, Heather spat out a mouthful of blood. Without a doubt, her old injuries had flared up.

Standing in the deep crater, the Wolf King said with a disdainful sneer, "That tickles!" He took a powerful step forward, his eyes full of mockery.

The Wolf King is even stronger than before, Heather thought, shocked. And not just by a little.

There’s only one way, she knew. I have to use that technique from all those years ago. Otherwise, I’m no match for him.

She sat down on the spot. Endless Blood Evil Power billowed out from behind her, its color shifting from red to blue. The energies coalesced, forming a gate—a gate that seed capable of grinding the heavens and the earth to dust. Boundless energy rippled out from its fra.

"Blood Demon Gate!"

The Wolf King was shocked. He knew this technique all too well—it was the very move that had defeated him and caused the Werewolves’ complete rout all those years ago. Now that Heather was using it again, it was sure to be at its most devastating.

Heather watched the Wolf King with a cold gaze, and his body began to fly involuntarily toward the Blood Demon Gate. As the technique manifested, the very color of the sky and earth changed.

Despair washed over the Wolf King. He had thought he could prevent her from ever using this technique again, but he was wrong. It was already too late. He was pulled into the Blood Demon Gate. Its doors yawned open, ready to shred everything to pieces.

"AH!"

The Wolf King scread, unwilling to die like this. Below, Heather continued to channel her strength, feeding a ceaseless stream of power into the Blood Demon Gate and making it grow ever more intense.

When the staggering Ye Fan saw this technique, his face paled. Even I, he thought, if I were caught in that blood energy, would be sucked in with no hope of escape.

This was true power. Although he was one of the strongest Supres, the gap between him and a Saint-level expert was vast. The Saint level was a realm of truly transcendent beings.

Heather continued to pour her power into the gate, but suddenly, she coughed up a mouthful of blood. Her face turned deathly pale, and all her strength vanished. As she weakened, the raging Blood Demon Gate began to fade.

The Wolf King had been in despair, but just then, he felt the gate’s power wavering.

"Wolf God Shadow!"

A massive phantasmal wolf appeared. It tore Heather’s Blood Demon Gate to shreds and charged out with a roar.

PFFT!

Heather spat blood, her body now barely clinging to life.

"This is bad!" Ye Fan rushed over and cradled the dying Heather in his arms.

"Hahahaha!"

The Wolf King laughed wildly and without restraint. In his eyes, Heather was finished. This was a great fortune for him and the entire Werewolf race. As long as Heather was defeated, the Werewolves would surely rise again and replace the Vampire Clan as the victors in the Eternal Night World.

Heather slowly opened her eyes. "I’ve lost," she said to Ye Fan. "Go, quickly. If you don’t leave now, you won’t get another chance."

Sorrow filled her, but her body was simply too weak to fight the Wolf King.

"I won’t leave," Ye Fan said. "I’ll stay here with you! Even if it ans dying in battle, I’ll never regret it!"

Heather was moved by Ye Fan’s resolve.

Vows were beautiful, even magnificent, but Ye Fan felt an indescribable bitterness. I really don’t want to die here! But if I run now, I’ll only lead this war back to the Divine Land. I’d beco its greatest sinner. For this reason, Ye Fan chose to fight.

"Returning to the Sect Sword!"

Ye Fan swung his sword, and the Sword Qi swept toward the Wolf King with overwhelming force.

ROAR!

The Wolf King let out a great roar as a massive, shadowy wolf’s head materialized and instantly neutralized the Returning to the Sect Sword.

Ye Fan was shocked. Now I finally understand how terrifying the Wolf King is, he thought. ’Invincible’ isn’t strong enough. The only word is ’unassailable.’

Just as he braced himself to defend, the Wolf King attacked. A punch flew toward him. Even with the Yuanhong Sword to block, the impact sent Ye Fan flying, and he crashed hard to the ground. Having fought several tis already, he was exhausted and in dire condition. He, too, was on his last breath.

Heather watched him with worry, tears streaming down her face. To her, dying with the man she loved didn’t seem like such a bad fate.

At that mont, Ye Fan struggled to his feet.

The Wolf King taunted, "Even the Ancestor of the Vampire Clan was defeated by . What makes you, a re ant, think you can resist?"

"Even an ant has the right to resist!" Ye Fan said coldly.

"Is that so?" the Wolf King mocked. "I’d like to see you try!"

Ye Fan imdiately held out the Yuanhong Sword. He sliced his palm across the blade, and the sword began to drink his blood.

What is he doing? Heather had never seen Ye Fan like this before. To entrust oneself so completely to a sword... that’s the mark of a true Sword Master. If you value your sword more than your own life, the Spiritual Artifact will grant you its greatest reward!