freenovelworld Chapter 360: The Appearance of Black Impermanence
Chapter 360: The Appearance of Black Impermanence
When everyone was startled by the sudden, thunderous sound and turned their gazes toward the doorway, a chilling and terrifying scene was laid bare before them.
A soldier dressed in civilian clothes, like a kite with a broken string being ravaged by a fierce wind, flew backwards into the dilapidated temple in an extremely twisted and bizarre posture, covered in blood.
His body traced a heartbreaking, tragic arc through the air before crashing to the ground like a heavy boulder, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The crimson blood, like a burst dam, gushed relentlessly from the crisscrossing, deep wounds on his body, spreading wildly across the cold ground to form a horrifying and nauseating pool of blood.
The soldier's face was already filled with pain and fear, every muscle was spasming and twitching, his pale and cracked lips trembled as if he was trying to say something, but only intermittent, weak, and almost inaudible groans of pain came out of his throat.
Upon seeing this, Fang Xiaoxiao's heart tightened, and without thinking, she hurried forward, her steps quick, as she was about to carefully examine the wounded soldier's condition.
But before she could even take two quick steps and get closer, a group of dark figures suddenly appeared without warning outside the dilapidated temple courtyard, which had been ravaged by the torrential rain and gale. They looked like evil spirits emerging from the underworld.
At this moment, a fierce wind howled and swept by, and large raindrops pounded down wildly, as if the world was shrouded in a giant curtain of water.
The figures of that group were faintly visible in the rain, yet each of them exuded a chilling and ferocious aura.
Among the group of indistinct figures, a familiar yet repulsive face stood out clearly, like a silhouette from a nightmare. It was none other than Black Impermanence, one of the Flower Monk's most capable henchmen.
He held a bloodstained longsword, which gleamed with an eerie, cold light in the dim light and under the rain.
On the twisted and ferocious face of Black Impermanence, muscles twitched, and a chilling sneer hung on his face.
His cold, venomous gaze pierced through the heavy rain, carrying endless chill and mockery, like a poisoned dart, staring coldly at the people in the dilapidated temple.
The cruelty and malice revealed in those eyes seemed to come from the dark power of the deepest abyss, capable of freezing a person's soul instantly and sending chills down one's spine.
Black Impermanence stared coldly at Fang Xiaoxiao like a ruthless demon.
His gaze was like sharp shards of ice in the dead of winter, carrying a bone-chilling cold and deep malice, as if it were evil thoughts gushing out from the deepest part of hell, undisguised and unscrupulous, wanting to devour Fang Xiaoxiao completely.
His thick, veiny fingers, like the claws of a demon, pointed directly at Fang Xiaoxiao. His teeth were clenched so tightly that they snarled, and he squeezed out vicious words from between his teeth: "Hmph, little girl, let's see how you escape like a slippery eel this time!"
Just then, the burly man's gaze sharpened like lightning, and he recognized Black Impermanence at a glance.
At this moment, a fierce wind swept through, causing the surrounding trees to shake violently, their branches and leaves groaning in pain in the wind and rain.
Large raindrops poured down like dense arrows, splashing water everywhere as they hit the ground.
The burly man threw his head back and let out a hearty and unrestrained laugh, the sound of which seemed to pierce through the thick, leaden rain and the dark, inky clouds.
"Hahaha, what a stroke of luck! It turns out that the reason we braved this storm to come to the outskirts of the city was to find you, you wicked villain!"
Next, the big man, like a raging lion that had been completely enraged, spoke without the slightest hesitation or a single superfluous word.
His eyes widened in fury, and he let out a deafening roar. Like a swift bolt of lightning, carrying boundless rage and determination, he charged straight toward Black Impermanence.
His tall and imposing figure stood firm as a mountain in the gale, each step splashing up large amounts of mud and water. Rain streamed down his body, but it could not extinguish the fighting flames burning in his heart.
At the same time, Fang Xiaoxiao and Pei Yan did not hesitate, their eyes burning with firm determination and indomitable fighting spirit.
Fang Xiaoxiao gripped her short sword, her movements as light as a swallow, while Pei Yan held his long saber tightly, his momentum unstoppable. Without the slightest pause, the two followed closely behind the burly man, charging towards the enemy like an arrow released from a bow.
In an instant, the entire courtyard seemed to have fallen into a bloody and cruel hell. The wind howled even more wildly, almost snapping the surrounding trees, their branches groaning mournfully in the wind and rain.
Large raindrops poured down fiercely like dense cannonballs, splashing high into the air as if the earth were crying out in pain.
The sounds of fierce fighting echoed through the sky, mingling with the howling wind, the pounding rain, and the swaying of the trees, creating a chilling symphony of death.
Swords flashed and clashed in the dim rain, each glint like a scythe of death, ready to reap lives at any moment.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, quickly spreading and staining the ground red under the impact of the rain. The blood meandered and flowed under the wash of the rain, forming shocking red streams, as if the earth's wounds were bleeding profusely.
Although Black Impermanence was a greedy, morally corrupt, and wicked person, his skills were truly extraordinary.
He was agile and nimble, like a cunning black panther, and every move he made was as elusive as a ghost.
His moves were fierce and ruthless, each strike carrying a deadly threat.
Even though the big man was a seasoned vanguard in the army, strong and skilled in martial arts, he still couldn't gain the slightest advantage in his fierce battle with Hei Wuchang.
This battle was like an endless nightmare, dragging on for a long time, from the gentle dawn when the first rays of sunlight touched the earth until night fell like a thick black curtain, shrouding the world in deep darkness.
At first, the rain poured down, as if the heavens were roaring angrily. The large raindrops were like giant cannonballs thrown by the heavens, mercilessly hitting everyone.
Each drop of rain felt like a cold awl, piercing their skin, yet it could not extinguish the flames of war burning in their hearts.
In the rain, the figures of the crowd appeared and disappeared intermittently, and the shouts of battle and the clash of weapons intertwined, like a mournful symphony from hell.