freenovelworld Chapter 269 Demonic Puppet, the Power of Purgatory
Chapter 269 Demonic Puppet, the Power of Purgatory
Sensing danger, the man stopped pretending to be dead, slapped the ground with one hand, and flipped over to dodge the sword energy.
Upon landing, he was holding a purple-gold crossbow in his hand!
"I really underestimated you, being so cautious?" The man looked at Mo Ming with a wicked smile, his previous panic gone.
"Were you faking it all along?"
Seeing the man's state, Mo Ming already had a vague guess.
“That’s right! Hahaha!” the man laughed loudly.
"You just watched your teammates die in battle, just to feign death and ambush me? That's a bit far-fetched, isn't it?" Giving up a two-on-one numerical advantage just to feign death and launch a sneak attack? Mo Ming didn't quite believe it.
"Hahahaha... Don't understand? Then go ask the King of Hell." The man's eyes were full of confidence, and he relayed Mo Ming's words back to him verbatim, leaving Mo Ming both puzzled and speechless.
The man gently raised his hand, nimbly tracing a line through the air, and in an instant, a golden arrow appeared on the purple-gold crossbow string.
Mo Ming's eyes narrowed. This was... a spiritual energy arrow? He was...
After a moment of surprise, Mo Ming realized that the person was indeed a Crimson Purple level cultivator. The ability to transform spiritual energy into arrows must be the power of the Purple Gold Crossbow in his hand. He had to be careful.
"Mo Ming, is it? You're not leaving this grassland today," the man said arrogantly.
"Hmph! Try it!" Mo Ming retorted coldly, a sneer playing on his lips.
Without further ado, the man swiftly pulled the trigger of the golden crossbow, and a golden arrow of spiritual energy shot out instantly, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart, heading straight for Mo Ming.
Mo Ming snorted coldly, swiftly drew his Demon-Suppressing Sword, and with a twist of the blade, unleashed a massive fireball: "Firestorm Star Mark!"
The fireball hurtled straight at the golden arrow, and the two collided in mid-air, producing a deafening explosion. Sparks flew everywhere, and the powerful shockwave burned the surrounding vegetation.
"It seems the sword you're wielding is also of the Radiant Orange grade. That's interesting."
A cold glint flashed in the man's eyes. He drew his bow again, and three golden arrows shot out simultaneously. Mo Ming did not choose to withstand the attack head-on, but instead nimbly dodged the arrows.
But the next second, the golden arrows that had been shot at Mo Ming's feet suddenly exploded.
Caught off guard, Mo Ming was blasted several meters away by the spiritual energy.
"Cough...cough...this command token can actually explode?" Fortunately, I had two pieces of orange-grade equipment to protect me, which blocked most of the damage.
"Hahaha, didn't expect that, did you!"
Without giving Mo Ming a moment to catch his breath, two more arrows condensed on the purple-gold crossbow, but this time the arrows were silver.
Seeing this, Mo Ming quickly retreated and then turned a corner. Having learned from his previous experience,
Unexpectedly, the silver arrow also turned in mid-air and chased after Mo Ming.
Seeing this, Mo Ming quickly dodged, his figure moving sideways like a gust of wind, but the Soul-Chasing Arrow followed him closely, never leaving his side.
His heart sank, and he drew a blazing ring of fire with his demon-suppressing sword. "Fire Dance, Blazing Fire Ring!"
The ring of fire suddenly expanded, engulfing the Soul-Chasing Arrow within its massive confines. The arrow struggled and spun at the center of the ring, but was ultimately consumed by the flames and reduced to ashes.
The man frowned slightly, watching Mo Ming skillfully deflect his arrows, feeling a little resentful.
"Shocking Flame!"
A flash of light appeared in his hand, and he pulled the golden crossbow again. The two golden arrows that had just been formed shot out instantly, colliding with the fiery sword energy and causing a huge explosion.
Taking advantage of the explosion's cover, Mo Ming activated the Three Formations of Breaking the Formation, stepping on the Moon Chasing Step and charging towards the man.
Through several rounds of confrontation, Mo Ming had basically figured out some information about the Purple Gold Crossbow.
The different colors of the arrows represent different abilities; the golden arrows can explode upon hitting their target, and their power is considerable.
The silver arrows can track their targets.
The arrow takes time to condense, but Mo Ming has no intention of giving him that chance again.
Seeing through Mo Ming's intentions, the man sneered, flipped his hand, and a crimson-purple demonic puppet appeared out of thin air as light flashed in his spatial ring.
The puppet had a ferocious face and was surrounded by dazzling light. Mo Ming dared not be careless and quickly swung his Demon-Suppressing Sword, shouting, "Fire Dance, Blazing Fire Ring!"
The blazing ring of fire expanded again, forcing the puppet back. However, the demonic puppet had formidable defenses, and the fire ring inflicted limited damage on it, allowing it to quickly return.
Mo Ming adopted a defensive stance, waiting for an opportunity to act, but the man suddenly fired an arrow from a distance, forcing Mo Ming to take off and dodge.
"Haha, do you think... without a support by my side, I, an ADC, would solo against a warrior like you?"
The man stepped back a few paces, his purple-gold crossbow constantly aimed at Mo Ming, while the demonic puppet charged towards Mo Ming again, launching a fierce close-quarters attack.
As the man's purple-gold crossbow bolt continued to charge, Mo Ming found himself unable to shake off the demonic puppet, and a sense of unease crept into his heart.
This time the charging time is significantly longer than the previous times; who knows if they might end up creating an intercontinental ballistic missile.
No, we can't let him build up his strength to finish.
With this thought in mind, he swung the Demon-Suppressing Sword with all his might, unleashing the Mountain-Splitting Slash. This strike was incredibly powerful, the sword energy pressing down like a mountain, directly targeting the demonic puppet.
The demonic puppet took the attack head-on. Although its body was slashed, it felt no pain and immediately flipped over to stand up, still unable to create any space.
Mo Ming was startled and quickly changed his move, flames surging again, "Surging Flame, Sky-Splitting!"
Flames erupted, finally blasting the puppet away, causing it to fall beside the man.
Taking advantage of the opening, Mo Ming gave the man a wicked smile and said, "Taste fear! Purgatory!"
In an instant, a nascent pillar of flames rapidly expanded from the man's center, covering a vast area.
The man instantly sensed an extreme sense of danger.
The beam of light was tens of meters in diameter, resembling a pillar of flame reaching the sky, enveloping the entire area.
Within this range, one's own speed is simply insufficient to escape before the pillar of flames fully forms, but...
"Demon puppet, throw me out, quick!"
With a loud shout, the man was lifted up by the puppet like a cannonball and thrown out of the pillar of light.
At this moment, the temperature inside the pillar of light gradually increased, and the air was burned and distorted, emitting a piercing buzzing sound. Finally, just before the pillar of light from the purgatory was fully formed, the man flew out of the range.
Although not in mortal danger, the intense heat from the incomplete formation of the beam of light left him with no intact skin, a clear case of severe burns.
Soon, everything on the ground within the range of the beam of light was engulfed by flames.
Trees instantly turned to ash, and stones glowed red-hot, even beginning to melt. The pillar of flame was not merely a high-temperature fire; it also contained immense impact force.
The flames inside the pillar of light churned and rolled, as if countless fire dragons were roaring within, carrying an aura of world destruction.
Even with its formidable defense, the demonic puppet couldn't withstand more than 5 seconds in the fully formed Purgatory.
The pillar of flames gradually dissipated after several dozen breaths.
As the beam of light disappeared, the area it had covered had turned into a charred ruin, with deep cracks all over the ground and a strong smell of burning in the air.
"Huh? Holy crap!"