Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1239 - 1237: Time Is Running Out!

Suddenly.

The Xuanyuan Sword in Lin Fan’s hand instantly lost its radiance as if swallowed by darkness, and the golden light disappeared without a trace in a flash.

Replaced by, was endless darkness.

Streams of black mist erupted from the blade of the Xuanyuan Sword, spreading around like steaming vapor.

At the same time.

Dark clouds and black mist also suddenly gathered towards the mountain peak, with sunlight gradually disappearing, being swallowed bit by bit.

"What... what is going on?!"

"Has it gotten dark?"

"How could this be?"

"What kind of trick is Lin Fan playing?!"

Huang Changfeng and Zhongli Kun looked up in astonishment, glancing around.

Not only was the sky covered with dense dark clouds. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The land also emitted thick black smoke, and dense black mist rose from the lush trees.

Clouds obscured vision and sounds were muffled.

Su Yuankun, Qing Lin, Yun Buwen, and Tai Hao were equally shocked, looking around in panic at the incessant dark smoke and mist that gradually obscured their view.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths!

The peak of Changliu Mountain turned pitch black, unable to see one’s fingers stretched out.

Everyone’s hearts sank into great fear, unable to comprehend what was happening, baffled.

"Trick... trickery..."

Huang Changfeng stammered, his eyes in complete darkness, unable to see anything.

"Playing these shady tricks, if you’re brave, come openly..."

"Ah—"

Before he finished speaking, he let out a scream of agony, followed by silence.

Dongmen Buju was startled!

He stayed frozen in place for three breaths, until the dark clouds and mist obscured everything, before he suddenly regained consciousness.

Black Sword?!

How is that possible!

He widened his eyes, seeming as though they’d pop out of their sockets, his expression extremely grim.

This is... this is Ling Wudeng’s Black Sword power!

The power to summon darkness in the world.

Why is... how could Lin Fan possess the Black Sword power.

Even though Ling Wudeng was defeated by Lin Fan.

But the Black Sword would not...

Wait!

Dongmen Buju’s heart skipped a beat, his scalp tingling.

This was the first time he felt his scalp tingle.

Previously, he had never experienced such a feeling.

Moreover.

He was facing a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor.

His eye twitched fiercely and he shouted angrily, "Lin Fan! Show yourself!"

However.

Lin Fan naturally wouldn’t appear.

He’s no fool — unable to defeat Dongmen Buju, why confront him directly?

The dark clouds and mist obscuring vision conveniently provided him an opportunity to rescue someone.

First, he kicked Huang Changfeng flying.

That guy’s mouth was too nasty; he wished death upon Lin earlier, and now was a good chance to teach him a lesson.

The next second.

He arrived next to Su Yuankun and Qing Lin.

"Who?"

They felt a presence, but being unable to see, their bodies trembled and they growled.

"Chief Su, Chief Qing Lin."

"Lin Fan? How..."

"It’s not time for a chat; we must act quickly."

When the Xuanyuan Sword fell earlier, Emperor Jade appeared in his mind with a warning.

The dark clouds and mist wouldn’t last long.

And.

Dongmen Buju isn’t dumb; though temporarily stunned, he will soon regather himself, making escape difficult then.

Hence.

Time had to be seized; before Dongmen Buju regains himself, they must escape thousands of miles away.

This way, even if Dongmen Buju wants to chase, he won’t catch up.

Therefore, Lin Fan ignored their shock, cutting off their inquiries directly.

"Chief Qing Lin, Elder Xuanyuan Ding has already been rescued by me, resting halfway up the mountain; you should leave here immediately and take Elder Xuanyuan Ding away."

"Chief Su, I also need you to accompany me; I need your help. I can’t get Mo Ningxiang and Yi Shengtang out simultaneously by myself; I need your help with Yi Shengtang."

Lin Fan transmitted his voice, cold and unwavering.

Su Yuankun and Qing Lin hesitated but soon understood Lin Fan’s intention.

Without thinking further, they answered, "Alright!"

The three split into two directions.

Guided by Lin Fan, Qing Lin rushed out of the dark clouds and mist toward the mountain.

Meanwhile, Lin Fan and Su Yuankun concealed themselves in the darkness, quietly approaching Dongmen Buju.

This maneuver was incredibly risky.

Yi Shengtang was right by Dongmen Buju’s feet; taking Yi Shengtang without alerting him was impossible.

Therefore.

Someone had to act as bait.

Lin Fan and Su Yuankun had planned that Lin Fan would divert Dongmen Buju while Su took Yi Shengtang away.

"But..."

"Chief Su, there’s no time to consider more now."

Su Yuankun pondered a bit, sighing deeply.

A hero emerges young.

If alone, he might not possess Lin Fan’s courage and boldness.

The younger generation’s fearsomeness!

He answered calmly.

"Alright."

Dongmen Buju stood like a sculpture, arms spread, unmovable.

Though his eyes swept back and forth in the dark.

Though unseen.

But able to perceive slight sensations.

As now, he felt a murderous aura slowly nearing him.

Suddenly!

He turned his body, facing where the aura emanated, staring fixedly.

The surrounding darkness thickened, seemingly about to flood into his eyes, dimming his vision.

In that instant.

A golden light broke through the darkness, like sunlight breaking through clouds, piercing his eyes.

Dongmen Buju’s eyes widened angrily.

"Hey!"

He shouted loudly.

The gleaming tip of a sword had already arrived before him; he retreated a step abruptly, tilting sideways as the blade skimmed past his cheek.

He could sense the sword’s chill and murderous intent.

An echoing cold.

Yet.

He was Dongmen Buju; such minor tricks were trivial to him.

He extended two fingers, forming a sword shape.

Cutting.

Clang!

From the darkness sounded a clash of gold and iron, sparks burst forth, dazzling lights.

Immediately.

Leveraging the dim sparks, Dongmen Buju saw Lin Fan’s position two steps away.

Twisting his body, he thrust his back foot into the ground, launching like a cannonball toward Lin Fan’s vague location.

Pouncing onto Lin Fan’s previous spot, he found no one.

A Sword Qi again slashed from the left side.

Dongmen Buju quickly shifted his body; the icy light grazed by.

"Lin Fan, is this all you’ve got? If this is all, how do you intend to kill me? What will you use to kill me?"

"You must have swallowed the Black Sword’s artifact spirit. Haha, no wonder you beat Ling Wudeng; turns out, you possess Xuanyuan Sword’s Sword Spirit too."

"But too bad, eventually you’ll be nothing more than a wandering ghost under me. Come, surrender your life!"

He roared, rushing into the darkness.

Yet.

Upon charging into the dark clouds and mist.

He found the murderous aura surrounding him vanished instantly.

In just a moment.

Completely disappeared.

Dongmen Buju stunned, softly furrowed brows, eyes sweeping around gloomily.

"Lin Fan, are you a coward? Only daring to play hide-and-seek in here? What exactly are you after; if you’re a man, come out for an open battle. What does tiptoeing count as?"

However.

Lin Fan didn’t respond, the surroundings silent, as if plunged into eternal night.

Dongmen Buju felt doubtful, sensing something was amiss.

Pondering carefully.

He shouted.

"Not good!"