Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 2466 - 2,456: Gazing at the Changjiang, No Return Boat

Faced with Long Yan’s provocation, a trace of anger flickered in Zhao Wuhun’s blood-red eyes. Although Demon Beasts generally lacked human understanding, even he could comprehend such a simple gesture from Long Yan now.

The magic gun in Long Yan’s hand trembled in the air, then countless spear lights exploded, mixed with endless force, violently crashing into Zhao Wuhun’s body.

The originally massive body trembled, large claws raised high in the air, yet Long Yan’s determined attack had no effect at all. However, where the magic gun struck, it created a massive hollow, and green blood sprayed out like a fountain from the wound.

"What the hell, are you made of iron?"

Surprise flickered in Long Yan’s eyes, but the giant claw was already upon him, accompanied by a whooshing wind, striking toward Long Yan. The force contained within made Long Yan’s heart race with panic.

In an instant, a silvery-white light exploded in the dark space, followed by a surge of Sword Intent. In an instant, the cramped space was filled with Sword Qi, and terrifying claw marks appeared on Zhao Wuhun’s giant claws, causing his blood-red eyes to reveal a trace of bewilderment.

Long Yan held the magic gun in his right hand and the Lu Xian Sword in his left. The fierce Sword Qi just now came from the Lu Xian Sword. The momentum of the giant claw was also somewhat reduced, and Zhao Wuhun’s massive body trembled slightly.

Ignoring Zhao Wuhun’s current state, Long Yan flipped his hand and stabbed with his sword again. In this narrow space, only this one sword remained. Even Rat 2, hiding in the dark, who knew nothing about swords, intuitively felt that this sword was beyond what the Demon Beast in front of him could withstand.

Clearly, Rat 2 had attributed Zhao Wuhun’s presence to being a Demon Beast, as even the most inept mayor wouldn’t collude with a Demon Beast.

Clearly, Rat 2 underestimated the mayor’s limits, but Long Yan understood well. Although this sword was powerful, it couldn’t kill the Zhao Wuhun in front of him.

Looking at the large hollow in Zhao Wuhun’s massive body, the countless True Qi mingled with the sword shattered the organs inside his body in an instant, leaving only an irregularly large hollow. Even the green blood had been evaporated by the Sword Qi, yet Long Yan’s feeling of hair-raising anxiety hadn’t vanished.

Why?

The Zhao Wuhun in front of him already had such a huge hole, clearly indicating he wouldn’t survive. Why hadn’t the terror in Long Yan’s heart dissipated?

Then as Long Yan looked up, he met Zhao Wuhun’s purely beast-like eyes. Unexpectedly, Long Yan saw a trace of mockery in those eyes.

Not good!

Long Yan quickly retreated two steps, but Zhao Wuhun was evidently faster. The enormous claw slammed violently onto the ground in front of Long Yan, sending flying rocks that cut Long Yan’s cheek. However, at this moment, he was just relieved to have survived this ordeal.

If he hadn’t reacted in time, what would have happened if he was under that claw? Long Yan dared not imagine, but likely he’d end up crushed to pieces.

Zhao Wuhun regretfully looked at the crushed empty ground beneath his claw, his blood-red tongue licking his upper lip. If it was a stunning beauty doing such a move, it might have captivated Long Yan, but in Long Yan’s eyes, it only appeared creepy.

The next second, Zhao Wuhun’s enormous figure vanished, and the entire room returned to silence.

"White Tiger’s Secret."

Having been in the dark environment for some time, Long Yan’s eyes gradually adjusted. With the assistance of White Tiger’s Secret, everything in the dark emerged in front of him.

"Why isn’t there any?"

Long Yan murmured, puzzled as to why there was no trace of Zhao Wuhun anywhere. He even checked the ceiling, yet still didn’t find Zhao Wuhun.

"Ah!"

A scream came from the direction of the kitchen, and Long Yan exclaimed silently. It seemed Zhao Wuhun was afraid of everyone banding together against it, so it wanted to eliminate the survivors in the inn first before slowly dealing with Long Yan.

Long Yan bit his lip in frustration, not expecting this beast to devise such a plan. Around twenty or thirty survivors were scattered in the inn, making rescue a daunting task for Long Yan.

Despite that, he still had to go rescue them. As Long Yan ran, another scream came from the kitchen. Clearly, another black-clothed person hiding there had been found by Zhao Wuhun. Long Yan hurriedly quickened his pace, contemplating how to ultimately deal with Zhao Wuhun.

The previous sword strike indeed had an effect, but upon looking up, Long Yan noticed the giant hole on Zhao Wuhun’s body was healing at a visible pace. It seemed this wound would heal completely in no time.

"Creak."

The kitchen door was similar to an ordinary room’s, made of aged wood. A slight push would trigger a creak, revealing dismembered corpses sprawling across the floor in front of Long Yan, with scattered limbs mixed in a pool of blood, painting a horrifying scene.

When Long Yan stepped into the kitchen, he clearly heard a squelching sound beneath his foot, akin to stepping into a water puddle. Looking down, he saw the floor was covered with dark red blood, forming a layer on the limited space of the kitchen floor.

This blood couldn’t possibly have come from just one person. At least four or five people must have died here. Long Yan thought to himself, disregarding cleanliness as he walked toward the kitchen door.

A strange oil lamp flickered on the table, its flame forming an eerie arc as it danced constantly. As Long Yan passed, the blood on the ground gathered like a vortex, quietly vanishing from the floor as if absorbed by something, leaving only fragments of corpses on the ground above.

The silent room contained only the corpses, with the oil lamp’s flame flickering, surprisingly turning into a patch of green.

Stepping out the door, Long Yan couldn’t see the path ahead. Despite the assistance of White Tiger’s Secret, it felt like a black gauze veiled his eyes, obscuring beyond three feet ahead. Yet Long Yan distinctly felt his body bump into something.

"Ouch."

Long Yan, pondering as he walked, accidentally bumped into someone. He estimated his force would knock the person to the ground. Sure enough, there was an "ouch" sound, crisp and delicate, not quite like a man’s voice.

"Shui Youyou, the Changjiang stretches beyond sight, the No Return Boat..."

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