northernbook Chapter 1083 Poisonous Blood Swamp
Chapter 1083 Poisonous Blood Swamp
"The ancient ferocious beast Chaos?" Ji Lian's eyes were filled with surprise and doubt. "The four ferocious beast spirits should have been sealed by the gods hundreds of millions of years ago. How could they suddenly appear in the capital city?"
"The details are still unclear, and the Five Elements Gods are still investigating." The Western Dragon God's voice was low and weary. "Tonight, many have lost their divine positions. The Hall of Ten Thousand Races Gods urgently needs to be rebuilt, and we are short-handed. Please come with us."
Unlike the temporary residences where other races' royal families stay when they come to Kyoto, the Temple of the Myriad Races' Priests cannot be conjured from a capsule house.
After all, it is a place to worship gods. Whether it is the magnificent palace, the solemn statues, or the huge magic array that maintains its sanctity, all of them must be built by the priests themselves and infused with divine power.
"Yes, sir." Ji Lian nodded in acceptance.
They followed the two elderly priests out of the palace.
The night was as dark as ink. The streets and alleys, ravaged by chaos, were now only ruins, casting menacing shadows in the cold moonlight.
Ji Lian's gaze swept over the ravaged city, and a chill ran through her.
I never imagined it would cause such devastating damage...
I thought that since Chaos had been sealed by the gods for billions of years, even if it reappeared, it shouldn't have much power.
But now it seems that this is not the case.
Halfway through their journey, a sudden and unexpected event occurred!
As she walked, Ji Lian suddenly noticed something was amiss.
The bright full moon in the night sky was shrouded in an ominous bloody light, turning into a blinding blood moon!
The surrounding clouds were also tinged with an eerie dark red, and a chilling aura suddenly filled the air, pressing down on the three people's hearts like invisible shackles.
The old priests of the Sea Clan and the Western Dragon Clan instantly tensed up, concealing their immense divine power. They also clearly sensed this killing intent.
Ji Lian's eyes widened suddenly.
Ji Lian's pupils suddenly contracted.
Suddenly, thick, bubbling purplish-red blood oozed from the cracks in the ruins of the dilapidated buildings on both sides of the road! This filthy blood seemed to have a life of its own, gushing and churning, instantly transforming into a sticky purplish-red tide that trapped the three people in the center!
Even more chilling was the sight of thousands of venomous, sinister snakes emerging from the blood tide! Their scales shimmered with an eerie light, they hissed, and their cold, vertical pupils locked onto their targets. Simultaneously, a dense, impenetrable purple miasma rose and permeated the blood tide, its stench a mixture of sweet and putrid, instantly dragging them into an isolated, malevolent alien realm!
'This is... some kind of domain?' Ji Lian's heart skipped a beat, and her gaze swept across the area—sure enough, the space in all directions was completely sealed off by an invisible, life-severing barrier of poisonous fog!
"Who dares to challenge me!" The old priest of the Western Dragon Clan, his beard and hair bristling, roared with overwhelming dragon might, "Show yourself!"
His response was the clear, slow footsteps echoing from the sticky, bloody swamp.
A figure emerged from the surging crimson shadows. His face was covered by a hydra bronze mask, and the long, narrow katana in his hand gleamed coldly, its blade seemingly thirsting for the surrounding blood.
Behind him, a massive, twisted phantom of a nine-headed hydra, formed from eerie purple necromantic flames, was coiling and writhing wildly, its nine heads roaring silently and emanating a terrifying pressure that sent shivers down one's spine!
"Muragi?"
Although he was wearing a mask, the old sea priest recognized him at a glance by the samurai sword in Muraki's hand.
After all, before Muraki massacred the entire Holy Emperor of the Sun Wheel Clan and disappeared, he was a Martial Saint of the Sun Wheel Clan, a powerful Soul Emperor. There were probably not many people who didn't recognize him.
The old priest of the Western Dragon Clan stared in fury at the enormous undead phantom behind Muraki: "Hydra Xiangliu?! You...you actually sold your soul to an ancient beast!!"
"Sell?" A cold, emotionless voice came from behind Muraki's mask: "Wrong, we're cooperating."
"Hehehehe..." The nine-headed serpent Xiangliu flicked its tongue, its sinister laughter sending chills down one's spine: "We're really lucky. We've run into three lone high-ranking priests, and two of them are even level ten priests. Tsk tsk, what a tonic..."
Muraki said, "This place is not far from the destroyed Temple of the Ten Thousand Races. Fighting them here might attract the Five Elements Gods."
"Don't worry, with your true power, killing these three won't take long." The Hydra's vertical pupils gleamed with greedy desire: "Hurry up and do it, I can't wait to taste their souls!"
"..."
A bone-chilling cold instantly gripped the old priest of the Western Dragon Clan, the old priest of the Sea Clan, and Ji Lian, their backs soaked with cold sweat.
Muraki remained silent for a moment, then made no further hesitation.
With a flick of his katana, a chilling glint was reflected out!
Clang!
The old priests of the Western Dragon Clan and the old priests of the Sea Clan simultaneously clasped their hands together and unleashed their divine power.
"Divine Art - Ocean Waves and Heavenly Sea!"
"Divine Art - Dragon God's Roar!"
Rumble, rumble—! ! !
The earth split open into deep ravines, and a raging tsunami carrying giant rocks soared into the sky! Destructive dragon-shaped sound waves tore through the air, resonating with ear-piercing screams, and merged with the giant waves, sweeping towards Muraki like the collapse of the sea and sky!
Muraki's figure disappeared in the oncoming giant wave!
Suddenly, a cold light, condensed to its extreme, appeared out of nowhere and swept across the vast sea!
"Tsk-!"
The incomparably powerful and raging tsunami was cleaved in two by the blade's edge! The dragon's mournful roar was silently swallowed up by the churning purple mist under the pull of an invisible, immense force!
The next instant—
Muraki's figure appeared behind the two old priests like a ghost!
"!!??"
A shock shot through their hearts like an electric shock!
Just as they were about to react and try to use their divine magic to fight back, their bodies were lifted up by some kind of force!
The phantom of the nine-headed serpent behind Muraki suddenly lunged forward, its two ferocious serpent heads, flowing with purple flames, flashing out like lightning. Their fangs pierced the vital points of the two old priests' necks, and they were lifted up like dolls, suspended in mid-air!
"Ugh—!"
The two level-ten priests let out a piercing scream, their hands futilely tearing at the cold fangs piercing their vitals. Their divine power was rapidly draining away under the terrifying devouring force of the hydra's gaping maw, and their struggles diminished dramatically...