Abyss Summoner-Chapter 252 - 247: A Huge Upheaval
The Corpse Demon is undying and eternal, neither born nor dead; apart from remembering essentials like food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, it is purely a killing machine. Although they haven’t awakened any powers, their strength has already broken the limit due to genetic modification, reaching a new height.
If ordinary people encounter them, there’s no chance of escape.
However, standing before the Corpse Demon are not ordinary people. Whether it’s Chen Feng or Flora, they possess the strength to kill their opponent. Originally ferocious, the Corpse Demon becomes a lamb waiting for slaughter; after a brief entanglement, four Corpse Demons have their necks severed and lie on the ground.
Within less than ten minutes, everyone present has been massacred. The ground is now piled high with corpses, stepping on it feels like stepping into a pool of blood, sticky and overpoweringly stinking of blood, making it hard to breathe.
Li Chuan, in his eagerness to seize credit, brought all masters. But now, apart from himself, everyone else has met a tragic end outside, leaving no survivors.
Originally meant to seize merit, yet ending in such a manner, it’s downright ironic.
"Bang!"
A blast resounds from afar; the Inferior Demon is hit, half of its body embedded into the mound of soil.
Li Chuan, being Silver Peak, couldn’t possibly surrender so easily. Seizing the opportunity, he finally severely injured the Inferior Demon, thus gaining a momentary reprieve.
However, compared to his previously spirited demeanor, Li Chuan now appears rather miserable, covered in pits and marks, with densely packed fist prints on his face, chest, and abdomen, making it unclear how many punches he endured.
Bronze skin and iron bones?
Now it’s more like broken copper and ruined iron!
"Are Hong Jiuling’s master fighters merely this skilled? Like ripe fruit ready to be squashed at will," Chen Feng remarked coldly to Li Chuan, a smirk creeping upon his lips.
"You’ve killed so many people. Do you think you can kill me too? Unless you want a full-scale war with the Ninth Master, even Feng Zhiyong wouldn’t be able to explain!" Li Chuan said, unabashedly grim.
"Explain?" Chen Feng responded indifferently: "With Major Xu as the witness, you fell into a zombie trap out of greed, and everyone was killed. It has nothing to do with us."
"You... well! Well! Didn’t expect Xu Hongzhuang to appear upright yet be so cunning at heart, colluding with you like this. I really underestimated her."
After hearing Chen Feng’s words, Li Chuan’s face darkened completely, understandably believing it was Xu Hongzhuang’s mastermind approach to ally outsiders and weaken the Ninth Master’s foundation.
Chen Feng would not let him go!
With this thought in mind, Li Chuan’s skin flushed as his blood surged, a strange crimson flickered in his eyes, and his aura began to transform.
He clenched his fists, bones cracking loudly, his stature seemingly growing some centimeters taller, emanating a thick, sinister aura.
Blood.
Chen Feng sniffed the air, feeling immersed in a river of blood, even the ground beneath his feet becoming sticky.
Something was amiss.
This wasn’t Li Chuan’s own power; it seemed like he was tapping into some kind of conduit for strength.
If forced to describe, it resembled a scene where a Dark Elf sacrifices flesh to summon Rose, except Li Chuan’s technique was more subtle, acquiring power effortlessly.
This aura nauseated Chen Feng.
Much like when encountering Hong Jiuling before, it was the same feeling.
What secrets do these people hide behind?
Chen Feng pursed his lips in contemplation, various scattered clues weaving together, gradually revealing a rough outline.
But Chen Feng knew now was not the time for such thoughts; defeating his opponent was crucial.
"Li Chuan, at this point, if you don’t surrender and cease resistance, I might consider leaving you intact," Chen Feng smiled slowly, suddenly raising his hand: "Dark Elf, attack!" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Chen Feng issued this command swiftly, intending to provoke Li Chuan deliberately, a tactic to incite him. His sudden shift to a kill order was unexpected.
However, since Dark Elf followed Chen Feng for so long, they were already in sync. Chen Feng was exceedingly straightforward, never dragging things out, especially given the urgency, there was no room for nonsense.
Once Chen Feng spoke, the Dark Elf raised her longbow; at that moment, she placed five arrows on the bowstring, and in an instant, five dark rays shot forth.
— Multi-Arrow!
"Break through!"
At this moment, Li Chuan had completed his transformation, with strange decorations appearing on his body, like some special totem, especially his pupils, which had turned completely blood-red, filled with an aura of deceit and evil, showing not a trace of human semblance.
At this instant, Li Chuan had no time to speak. With a roar, his muscles tightened, and his arms crossed in front of his chest.
It wasn’t over yet. As Li Chuan’s feet stepped onto the ground, a crimson aura rose from beneath him, like a reef washed by seawater for centuries. His body transformed flawlessly, and nothing in the world could shake him in the slightest.
The Dark Elf’s Multi-Arrow shot simultaneously, but when it touched Li Chuan’s skin, it was instantly shredded into several pieces, falling directly to the ground.
At this time, it looked as if Li Chuan had donned a blood-colored armor, his defense completely maxed out, capable even of withstanding a Magic Crystal Cannon.
Thirty steps, twenty steps, ten steps!
In the blink of an eye, Li Chuan’s fierce aura had spread to the side, and the overwhelming killing intent enveloped Chen Feng.
His subordinates were slaughtered one after another like pigs and sheep, and he himself was mocked greatly by the opponent. Such a blood feud could only be settled by taking the opponent’s life!
Chen Feng had no doubt that once Li Chuan got close, he would be torn apart in an instant. Yet, he didn’t dodge, but rather looked at the opponent coldly.
It was that look!
The gaze that seemed to command everything!
Li Chuan’s eyes were about to pop out. Since becoming an adept, he hadn’t suffered such an insult. He swore he had to gouge out Chen Feng’s eyes first to satisfy his hatred.
Charge!
Charge!
Li Chuan went berserk in an instant, no longer thinking, launching his fiercest attack.
Just at this critical moment, the ground in the distance suddenly exploded, and then the Inferior Demon abruptly inserted itself between the two with incredible speed.
Li Chuan’s fist arrived as expected, pounding hard in front, but it wasn’t Chen Feng’s chest, rather the abdomen of the Inferior Demon.
Li Chuan paid no heed, hitting so forcefully that even the mud-covered body of the Inferior Demon burst open with a gap.
"Hit my master... Inferior Demon... wants you dead..."
At close range, the Inferior Demon stared intensely at Li Chuan, and a bizarre scene unfolded. Li Chuan found that his fist was completely trapped in the mud, unable to free himself.
"What’s going on?"
Li Chuan’s eyes widened. Though possessing immense strength, he was stuck in the mud and couldn’t extricate himself, only watching his fist gradually sink in.
"Become... food..."
The Inferior Demon paid no attention to Li Chuan’s thoughts. At the same time, its arms suddenly wrapped around the opponent. These arms included those of Silver Peak strength, and in life, they were all magnificent masters, but in death, they had become the Inferior Demon’s murderous tools, a lamentable fate.
Sixteen arms wrapped around Li Chuan, squeezing inch by inch, especially around the neck, slowly deforming it, and Li Chuan’s face turned a livid color.
But even so, Li Chuan didn’t give up, still using all his strength, trying to break free from the bonds. The Dark Elf watched, stepped forward, and drew two thorny branches, stabbing toward Li Chuan’s eyes.
"Pfft!"
Although Li Chuan was tough, his pupils were no stronger than ordinary people. At this point, his eyes were pierced, losing all strength, unable to effectively resist. The sound of cracking bones echoed, as his entire skeleton was crushed, becoming utterly incapacitated.
The Inferior Demon released its arms, and Li Chuan collapsed weakly to the ground.
Arms, calves, ribs, collarbones—every bone in his body was broken. What of great strength? He lay on the ground, motionless, like a complete cripple.
Chen Feng shifted his gaze to Li Chuan, reaching out to pull down his pants. He had a few things to confirm.
As the pants were gradually removed, some strange tattoos came into view for Chen Feng. On the side of Li Chuan’s right leg, there was a clearly inverted pentagram.
Chen Feng furrowed his brow. Although he had some initial suspicions, seeing the scene before him still filled him with inexpressible melancholy.
Li Chuan.
This well-known master in Qiaodong was actually... a Believer of the Devil?!
