Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1208 - 1206: You Can Die in Peace Now!

Silence!

Deathly silence!

The darkness before them seemed to drag the two into eternal night, pitch black and endless, never to see the light of day.

In such a scene, if it were someone else, they would have long been scared out of their wits, kneeling and begging for mercy.

But Lin Fan was not just anyone.

Although severely injured and exhausted at this moment, he never thought of leaving.

He understood clearly that without defeating Ling Wudeng, there was absolutely no chance of reaching the summit.

It's as if Ling Wudeng is a hurdle; without overcoming it, he would forever remain in the same place.

Even though he had the courage to stay, he was still out of his depth.

Doubt arose in his heart.

Could he defeat Ling Wudeng?

Could he survive?

"Where the hell are they..."

As Lin Fan was contemplating, the trembling, low, and hoarse voice of Jie Yuan, whom he was leaning against, spoke.

Fear.

Anger.

Helplessness.

Panic.

His voice revealed the complexity within, and Lin Fan could even feel him trembling.

"Afraid? If you're afraid, then leave quickly, no one needs you to stay," Lin Fan said calmly.

"Hmph, I absolutely won't..."

Jie Yuan snorted as he was speaking.

Swish!

A faint sound pierced their ears.

Though weak like the buzz of a mosquito, Lin Fan and Jie Yuan heard it clearly.

Jie Yuan shut his mouth tightly and turned his sharp gaze in the direction of the sound.

There seemed to be a faint sword light coming at him.

Although his eyes had adapted to the darkness, it was too dark here, like being in a sealed space.

He could only rely on intuition, half-guessing Ling Wudeng's figure and sword style.

He couldn't determine how far Ling Wudeng was from him.

He didn't move, wanting to wait a bit longer.

However.

A fierce killing intent suddenly charged forward with overwhelming force, straight at his brow.

Jie Yuan was stunned, not expecting the opponent to be so fast!

Combined with this pitch-black environment.

There was simply no time to react!

Only now did he understand why the legendary Ling Wudeng was so terrifying, today he felt it himself.

Entering this black fog meant becoming Ling Wudeng's prey.

Only a dead end.

Jie Yuan's heart turned cold, although his fists clenched tightly, he had already given up inside.

It was utterly impossible to dodge.

Utterly impossible.

At this instant.

Jie Yuan suddenly recalled that no one on the entire Sumeru Continent could accurately describe why Ling Wudeng was terrifying.

There were only rumors and hearsay, no one could say precisely.

He now understood why.

Because those who saw Ling Wudeng's terror, all died.

Including himself.

Why did he come in, why be cannon fodder, knowing Ling Wudeng was unbeatable, why did he get a hot head.

His heart was full of regret, utterly giving up resistance.

Clang!

It happened so fast!

Just when the violent force was about to thrust into his brow, taking his soul.

A loud noise, like sudden thunder on flat ground, exploded beside Jie Yuan's ear.

The shock made him experience ear ringing and a buzzing head.

In front.

Sparks flew!

The sound of metal clashing.

Jie Yuan seemed to hear heavy breathing beside him, and vaguely saw golden light struggling in the dark.

"Waiting to die like this?! Claiming to be a follower of the Earth Clan Leader, with such skills? I should have sent you off long ago, yet you insisted on playing the hero, and now I have to save you, always in my way."

The golden light began to flicker in the darkness.

Lin Fan cursed, his voice starting to tremble, clearly unable to withstand Ling Wudeng's furious assault.

Ling Wudeng was hidden in the black fog, waiting for the right moment to first eliminate Jie Yuan.

Unexpectedly, this strike was blocked by Lin Fangge.

He was suddenly astonished.

In the black fog, he had never missed.

This was the first time!

Moreover.

Blocked by a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor.

This kid, how much more power has he yet to unleash? Can a mere Ninth Rank Saint Emperor actually fight him to a standstill?

If one day, he breaks through to Supreme, Dao Venerate, or even Heavenly Venerate, what kind of existence would that be?!

Thought Ling Wudeng, his heart couldn't help but tremble, feeling an unprecedented fear.

Too terrifying.

No!

This guy mustn't remain, he must be killed while there's still time, or there will be endless trouble.

But even now, killing Lin Fan was easier said than done.

Ling Wudeng's eyes turned sinister and ferocious, flickering with a savage cold light, unable to help but say: "Kid, you deserve to die, you really deserve to die! Encountering me is your bad luck, if I were to spare you today, you would surely pose a threat to me in the future. Don't blame me, it's just your bad luck!"

"Ah!"

"Hah!"

Ling Wudeng suddenly intensified the force in his hands, exceeding a trillion kilograms in weight!

This was to cast Lin Fan into eternal damnation, to obliterate his soul.

He was determined not to give Lin Fan any more chances.

Lin Fan's body trembled violently, his hands feeling an unbearable force.

His body was being pressed little by little into the ground!

His arms creaked as if about to be crushed! The severe pain attacked, leaving Lin Fan's mind blank.

From head to toe, every bone screamed, every muscle shattered, every cell was being crushed.

"Jie Yuan! Are you just here to watch?!"

Lin Fan knew he could no longer bear it, Ling Wudeng's cultivation realm was truly terrifying, coupled with the Black Sword, even with the Xuanyuan Sword and Dragon Bone, he could do nothing.

He shouted in rage, furious.

Wasn't he supposed to help? Now he was just watching by the side. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Jie Yuan's body shuddered violently, snapping back to reality.

"Oh... oh..."

He hurriedly, but like a headless fly, couldn't find a direction to attack, spinning in circles until he was dizzy and disoriented.

"Young Master Lin, you... where are you?"

"Damn..."

This almost made Lin Fan spit blood.

"Hmph! Do you think he can save you? It's useless, even if he attacks, he'll just end up in hell with you."

Ling Wudeng said sinisterly, his voice low as if coming from hell.

Jie Yuan trembled uncontrollably upon hearing, his heart growing colder.

But precisely because of Ling Wudeng's words, he identified the latter's position.

Though terrified, he acted without hesitation.

"Bang!"

He pulled back and punched in the direction of the voice!

Jie Yuan didn't know Ling Wudeng's exact position, nor did he know what he would hit with that punch.

But he knew he had to strike, because Lin Fan seemed to be heavily suppressed and about to fall!

However.

In the end, Jie Yuan was no match, his launching punch hadn't touched Ling Wudeng when a kick sent him flying, straight out of the black fog.

"Ah——"

Lin Fan heard a scream full of despair. However, he got a momentary chance to catch his breath.

"No one can help you now, you can die in peace."

Ling Wudeng again raised the Black Sword high, slashing down at Lin Fan's head!