northernbook Chapter 512
Chapter 512
“What the hell!”
Han Changkong couldn't help but swear.
"What...what's going on? Why are there so few of my tools?"
His voice trembled slightly with shock, and his consciousness was fixed on the system list, as if he wanted to find some clues from it.
The list, which was originally densely packed with names, was now reduced by half, just like a mighty army that suddenly suffered heavy losses. This huge gap made Han Changkong a little overwhelmed.
Tiandao, who was standing aside with a leisurely expression, was startled by Han Changkong's sudden shout and stumbled.
After he stabilized his body, he said unhappily:
"You're an Immortal King after all, can you act a little more like one? How can you be so fussy about nothing?"
Tiandao looked at Han Changkong helplessly. The key point was that this guy often did this and he was used to it.
"Old man, there's nothing else to do here. Please go back first. I want to study on my own."
Han Changkong said solemnly.
When Tiandao heard this, he said nothing more. His figure flashed and disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if he had never appeared here.
After seeing Tiandao leave, Han Changkong slowly sat down cross-legged and checked his system list with a focused look.
He scanned the list one by one, secretly feeling relieved:
"Fortunately, fortunately, the names of those Immortal Emperor and Immortal King-level enemies are still there. If they disappeared, it would be a huge loss."
Then, he slowly shifted his gaze to the energy bar of Empress Luoxia.
This sight made him frown slightly.
At this time, the energy bar of Empress Luoxia was reduced by 10%, which is not a small number.
Han Changkong thought to himself:
"It seems that this Empress Luoxia is indeed the main force. If it weren't for this Immortal Master holding the line in front, the Immortal Emperors and Immortal Kings behind would have been in dire straits, with disastrous consequences."
Han Changkong sighed slightly and turned his thoughts back to the technique he was practicing.
This technique is truly too overbearing. After practicing it for only such a short period of time, it has triggered so many unexpected changes.
More importantly, during the entire practice process, he was completely unable to sense any side effects of this technique.
It was like an extremely sharp sword that concealed unknown dangers, which made him feel surprised but also worried.
A terrible thought suddenly flashed through Han Changkong's mind:
If those enemies disappear for various reasons while I continue to practice this technique, will I also suffer the same misfortune?
This skill is so mysterious and seems to be inextricably linked to my destiny. If this situation really happens, will I die?
Once this idea came up, it spread wildly in his mind like weeds, making him shudder.
Han Changkong suddenly jumped up from the futon, as if his butt was on fire.
“What the hell!”
His face was full of fear and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Is this really possible? Died from cultivation? If this gets out, wouldn't I be the first in the history of the Immortal Realm to do so? This is truly ridiculous. How could I, Han Changkong, end up with such a ridiculous end!"
He paced back and forth, his eyes full of panic and anxiety.
"No, absolutely not!"
Han Changkong frowned, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.
"I have to find more enemies. If I keep going like this, I'll be killed by it before I even figure out the secret of this technique. That would be too unfair."
He paced back and forth in the room, thinking quickly about countermeasures in his mind.
The situation in the demon world is now extremely unfavorable to him. The clone named Benboba is too powerful, causing everyone in the demon world to hide away from him like mice seeing a cat, and he can't find any suitable opponent at all.