Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 2470 - 2460: Escape to Life

The piercing wail made the group of black-clothed figures shrink back, huddling in the courtyard’s corner. Meanwhile, a pair of ominous red eyes was fixated on him from an unseen angle behind her.

Long Yan soared into the air and landed on a withered tree next to him, which was as tall as the courtyard. Taking a few steps on the Void, Long Yan found himself atop a window grid paper.

Quietly opening the window grid paper, Long Yan observed the scene inside the room. He didn’t have time to deal with the group of black-clothed figures right now. Even if they shut the door, Long Yan was confident he could shatter the gate in an instant, though doing so would risk their lives.

If it came down to it, Long Yan would grit his teeth and dump Zhao Wuhun onto the street of the Mercenary Town, leaving the headache to the Mayor.

The ghost demon maintained its eerie knocking posture, yet Long Yan didn’t hear any knocking action from it. Instead, the wooden gate emitted a resonant clanging sound, as an echoing voice filled the air.

"Open the door!"

Scarlet blood continuously trickled from the seven orifices of the ghost demon, but Long Yan noticed a terrifying figure appearing behind it.

"Awooo!"

Zhao Wuhun emitted a chilling scream, extending a giant paw to encompass the ghost demon. Since it had already become a demon, the ghost demon naturally had its own body. As Zhao Wuhun squeezed harder, a series of creaking sounds emanated from the ghost demon’s body.

Having just awakened from a deep sleep, Zhao Wuhun saw a humanoid figure before him and with his pitiful intelligence, embraced the figure in his arms, hoping to crush it with brute force. Yet, he felt something was amiss as the person should have long been dead.

But Zhao Wuhun felt that the one in his embrace remained unchanged, only that the part held by him felt compressed like paper, with no burst of fresh blood as he imagined, simply maintaining its previous posture.

"Hee hee hee..."

From the air came a sinister laughter, which even gave Zhao Wuhun a fright. The hair on half of his body stood on end.

"Shui Youyou, gazing from Changjiang, no return boat, no return boat..."

The desolate poem coupled with the ancient tune was far beyond Zhao Wuhun’s understanding. His red eyes, as small as mung beans, showed only confusion, and then something startling happened.

He watched as the figure in his arms twisted its head 180 degrees, its horrifying face staring back at him. Although Long Yan was still sitting steadily before the window, he felt a chill in his heart.

Although lacking intelligence, Zhao Wuhun sensed fear, and shivered, hastily releasing the ghost demon in his arms. However, the ghost demon seemed glued to him, refusing to be shaken off.

:"Hee hee hee..."

The sinister laughter grew louder, a series of chilling winds whipped up from the ground, chilling Zhao Wuhun’s heart. Yet, faced with the "person" in his embrace, he was helpless.

Though now possessing immense power, there were still things he couldn’t reach, like the ghost demon before him. This was probably a case where one object counters another. Though he could regenerate endlessly, he felt like a living target before the ghost demon.

Just then, the laughing ghost demon caught an arm, and with the lightness of the breeze, green blood sprayed from Zhao Wuhun’s shoulder.

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Even Long Yan, watching from the window, was taken aback; the ghost demon was too strong, effortlessly severing one of Zhao Wuhun’s arms. However, this act freed Zhao Wuhun from the ghost demon’s grasp, allowing him to clutch the wound with his remaining left hand. Fear flashed in his small, blood-red eyes.

Though no longer human and intellectually diminished, Zhao Wuhun felt fear. For previously, Long Yan might have casually torn a large hole in him, but Long Yan was at least visible and tangible. Now, the ghost demon was too bizarre.

Within mere breaths, Zhao Wuhun’s severed arm regrew, yet he still watched the ghost demon with terror. The latter merely stood on the spot laughing like a fool, then rose into the air like a puppet, slackening its head, yet the eerie laughter persisted.

Zhao Wuhun used his hind legs to propel himself into the air, launching a heavy paw towards the airborne ghost demon, packing immense power. Zhao Wuhun’s big hand struck the ghost demon hard.

The puppet-like ghost demon was struck away by Zhao Wuhun’s blow, and a gleam of joy appeared on Zhao Wuhun’s face. But then, a chilling realization occurred; Zhao Wuhun found his lower half cool when a cold wind blew.

His lower half had long fallen to the ground; only his upper half floated in the air. Zhao Wuhun crashed to the floor, while the knocked-away ghost demon maintained a bizarre posture in the air, waving its right hand arbitrarily, dividing Zhao Wuhun into several pieces.

Having easily dealt with Zhao Wuhun, the ghost demon’s laughter did not pause, subsequently turning its head at an eerie angle to look at Long Yan observing through the window. This sent a chill down Long Yan’s spine, making him shiver from head to toe, as they stared at each other in this stance.

Moments ago, Long Yan saw the ghost demon using some energy to slice Zhao Wuhun’s body, clearly indicating the ghost demon’s advancement in cultivation. As the ancients rightly said, experience is the best teacher.

After a moment of reflection, Long Yan prepared for battle. Who would have thought Zhao Wuhun would be instantly vanquished by the ghost demon? But as the ghost demon slowly flew towards Long Yan in mid-air, Long Yan wished to retract his earlier thoughts.

Zhao Wuhun’s massive figure lunged at the ghost demon from behind, his giant claws slapping the ghost demon on either side. Though crude and straightforward, it temporarily prevented the ghost demon from using spiritual power.

Long Yan nearly praised Zhao Wuhun, but then jumped to the ground. Before Rat 2 could speak, Long Yan said,

"Hurry up, let’s go!"

Following this, Rat 2 asked no questions and immediately opened the door, running out without glancing at the two figures entwined in a fight. Long Yan led Rat 2, sprinting toward the gate. Though he didn’t look back, Long Yan knew those others must be following, and he was already sure of how to deal with those two entities.

In Long Yan’s hand, a Tai Chi Formation appeared, its black and white brilliance striking the gate, and with that, Long Yan was the first to leap through the gate.

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