Chapter 979
Chapter 979 - 965 - The End of Time
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Sun Yi was dead.
His death was not unjust, only a bit peculiar.
"...Something’s not right, not right, why is it getting worse and worse..."
When those death-seeking warriors from the Exotic Races swarmed them, the two Rule-level warriors, who were struggling, were not alarmed but thrilled.
To them, such Weaker...
"...Fools, you’ve come just in time."
Blood packs, or rather, bread, was how they viewed these fighters from the Exotic Races.
And the cruel reality was just that, even if the two Strongmen were on the verge of collapse, even if they had been suppressed by the Divine Realm to their last breath, even if they could not remember how many times they had died and come back to life...
"...Thank you for your gift, continue to live on inside my body."
As Zhao Yan transformed into a ravenous beast, slaughtering massively among the "blood packs," Sun Yi still had the presence of mind to utter a couple of words he did not believe himself.
But he "ate" faster and more than Zhao Yan.
So, he died.
"...Uncomfortable... so cold..."
His body, now crystallized, was covered in layers of frost, and the "Currency of Life" flowing within quickly solidified into ice cubes.
"This blood is poisoned..."
"...Blood Coagulation agent... no, it’s not just that, it’s a conceptual ’Toxin,’ what is it..."
These were true martyrs; they had family, friends, and loved ones who had died at the hands of the Blood Feast... especially since Zhao Yan had arrived just days before, wantonly massacring in the underground tunnels, incurring deep blood feuds.
Did they not know the gap between them? Did they not realize that in their opponent’s eyes, they were free tokens?
"This is the blessing from those wronged souls to you all, and Mr. An Nan’s regards!"
With a roar, Damu voiced the sentiments of everyone... and when that name was called out, Zhao Yan felt not the reassurance of certainty that it was him but an inexplicable fear.
Zhao Yan’s spiritual intuition told him that everything about him had been calculated to his Death, and his Doomsday might very well be imminent... Ah, no need to guess any longer, the dreadful state of the overly fed Sun Yi was testament to all of this.
Sun Yi’s once smooth body surface began to decay and deteriorate, with sections weakening and crumbling. The appearance of "Aging" normally wouldn’t affect their kind, but this response undoubtedly indicated that the inside was completely rotten.
This was "Blood Feast Drug X7 Version," an antidote developed specifically for its abilities and nature by Lu Ping’an’s Life Experiment Team along the way.
Blood is the Currency of Life. In this regard, those from the Blood Feast were the greediest wealth hoarders, their thirst for fresh blood boundless, which was not only the source of their Power but even their very essence.
Hence, they also had abilities like Blood Mist Transformation and liquification.
But now, with such characteristic drugs entering the already fragile bodies of the two, drastically slowing the normal circulation of their blood, it could be considered a targeted lethal Toxin.
After all, both were super Strongmen; under Normal circumstances, given time, they could detoxify completely.
But now, would their opponents possibly give them that time...
The enormous Holy Image unleashed its final burst. Sun Yi, pinned firmly to the ground, experienced the repeated heavy blows of the giant statue.
The toxins within were destroying his Body; his Regeneration ability came to a direct end, and his mobility was greatly reduced. The property of Blood Coagulation was his natural enemy.
What followed was altogether too tragic.
The formidable Rule-level Strongman, the Great "Rainbow Light," was just like a banana trampled by an elephant, repeatedly kneaded and compressed.
He struggled, he resisted, but it was all in vain.
Perhaps, even in his gravely injured state, he could have held out until the Holy Image’s last burst.
Perhaps, given ten seconds, he could have expelled all the toxins.
But when both erupted simultaneously, he....
"....Is this, my end?"
In mortal eyes, a being comparable to a deity now lay helplessly in a pit, looking up at the sunlight....and the massive shadow descending upon him.
The earth shattered and splintered, scattering not just broken stones, but countless crystal fragments as well.
The scattered crystal shards landed on the ground, rolled, and turned into real broken stones, those lightless residues.
The crystal terrain surrounding him also began to disappear with the demise of its master.
And this, in turn, became a signal.
Following a command, the perimeter started to constrict.
With the most troublesome crystal terrain gone, whether due to the difficulty of actual combat or the reality that "a felon had already died," the law enforcement and military could wait no longer.
"Those warriors did it..."
"Incredible, how did they succeed?"
In their eyes, it was those outsiders who risked their lives in a desperate charge, who had actually managed to slay this powerful villain.
What was even more unbelievable was that another villain was stopped by a single individual.
"...How is that possible, how can it be!"
Sun Yi’s tragic state had already shocked Zhao Yan.
Finally, without the greatest obstacle, he, letting go of everything, prepared to flee by severing his tail.
Instead, he was intercepted by an opponent he had previously held in contempt....
"...How can you ’Blood Dance’ and ’Blood Mist’? It’s impossible! Those are our Blood Feast’s exclusive abilities!"
The one who stopped him was the leader of the Avengers, the Fate Lion Clan’s Damu, his body covered in coagulated blood.
This leader of the Refugee Camp, the "weaker" who had previously been suppressed by the loyalty of others, now not only stopped Zhao Yan’s misty escape but also seriously wounded him with a sword.
"Sword.....what sword is this?!"
And Zhao Yan’s spiritual intuition, or rather, the instinct for survival, told him that the red two-handed sword wielded by the Fate Lion Man in front of him was his greatest enemy.
It ended his Blood Mist Transformation with ease and directly pierced his heart, which was in the process of misting!
Zhao Yan, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, expressed shock and disbelief... his abilities had been forcibly "terminated," countered by the force of the same origin!
It was a heavy greatsword over one and a half meters long, without the customary claw and fang adornments of the Fate Lion people, and Zhao Yan found it somewhat familiar in style to those of Earth, resembling those of the medieval Knight era.
Around it, blood glowed, and upon the hilt, there was a golden "gem decoration" with vague images of people roaring and cursing.....
Damu raised the heavy sword, yet oddly felt at peace.
He knew that today might be his day of demise, but perhaps, it was also his time for revenge.
"....Slaughterer, this is your retribution. This sword, it’s demanding that I shatter you!"
What seemed like delirium was actually reality, because the name of this sword....
[Dao Zhong’s Hate’s Last Word (Two-handed Heavy Sword), a Taboo Relic, Rating: Quasi-rule-level.]
— End of Chapter 979 —