Chapter 200: Fall

This wasn't over yet.

As Moria's pitch-black sharp claw deeply pierced into Old Fu's body,

a pure and evil Devilish Qi, like bone-gnawing maggots, crazily surged through his wounds into his limbs and bones, beginning to wantonly destroy and erode his internal organs and Meridians.

"Ah——!!!"

Old Fu let out an unprecedentedly miserable scream.

That corrosive excruciating pain originating from the depths of his Soul was a thousand times more painful than any knife or sword wound.

His eyes instantly bloodshot and filled with hideous blood veins, his aged face distorted and deformed due to extreme pain.

"I want to kill you all!"

He roared sharply, his voice hoarse and filled with endless malice.

However, the dark green staff in his hand had just lit up with light.

High up in the air, the golden armor around Yasuo formed by the Tribulation Thunder detonated with a boom!

"Boom——!!!"

The dazzling golden thunder light, like a supernova explosion, instantly completely devoured everything within a radius of one hundred meters!

The violent power of thunder, mixed with the overbearing and peerless piercing and paralyzing effects of the Tribunal Strange Thunder, fiercely bombarded Old Fu's undefended body.

Even as a Rank 60 powerhouse, he was shaken stiff all over by this sudden thunder explosion, falling into a forced paralysis state lasting for two seconds.

Right now!

For a moment, the golden sword light and black claw shadows, like two intertwined death tornadoes, completely submerged Old Fu's figure.

Every time Yasuo's [Kingslayer's Edge] swung, it stirred up a patch of golden thunder light, leaving a sword scar deep to the bone on Old Fu's body.

Moria's [Shadow Demon Claw] was even more sinister and ruthless, every attack accurately landing on Old Fu's vital parts, and the stirring Devilish Qi continuously exacerbated the injuries inside his body.

"Ugh ah!"

"Puchi!"

"Stop! You scum!"

Old Fu endlessly let out painful screams and angry curses.

He wanted to resist, but the paralysis of his body made it extremely difficult for him to even move a finger.

He wanted to defend, but that pervasive Devilish Qi had long ago stirred the energy inside his body into a mess.

He could only watch helplessly as his health bar plummeted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Eighty thousand.

Seventy thousand.

Fifty thousand.

…

Zhou Huai controlled Yasuo to hack and slash crazily, but his heart had not the slightest ripple.

This old fellow must die.

However, the vitality of a Rank 60 powerhouse was far more tenacious than he had imagined.

Just at this moment,

a trace of determination and madness suddenly flashed in Old Fu's turbid eyes!

"All of you… get lost!"

He let out a roar like a trapped beast!

An unprecedented, terrifying storm enough to destroy heaven and earth suddenly erupted from within his body!

Boom——!!!

The cyan hurricane, like the wrath of a god,

instantly blew Yasuo and Moria's figures flying away fiercely.

Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity without the slightest hesitation, Old Fu transformed into a cyan stream of light, steering that violent hurricane, and fled rapidly into the distance without looking back.

His speed reached the extreme, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the thick fog.

Zhou Huai controlled Yasuo to steady his figure in mid-air, looking at the distant stream of light, his brows slightly furrowing.

A Rank 60 powerhouse was truly hard to kill.

He was almost chopped into minced meat, yet he still had the energy to escape.

He quickly transferred his consciousness into Moria's body.

As his mind moved, the Eternal Night Domain that enveloped a radius of two kilometers quietly dissipated like a receding tide.

The world once again restored that eerie whiteness.

Moria did not stay; with a flash of his figure, he transformed into a pool of flowing ink,

silently merging into the shadows of the ground, and chased in the direction where Old Fu escaped.

That old fellow had suffered such heavy injuries; he definitely couldn't run far.

Although Moria didn't have Old Fu's perverted perception ability,

the opponent's body was still filled with a large amount of Devilish Qi he had instilled.

That Devilish Qi was the best tracker.

Finding him was as easy as pie.

…

Just as Zhou Huai expected,

Old Fu had only flown less than three kilometers driving the hurricane

when his figure staggered and he couldn't control himself from falling down from mid-air,

smashing heavily into a piece of gravel ruins.

"Puff——!"

As soon as he landed, he could no longer suppress the injuries in his body, violently spitting out a large mouthful of pitch-black blood mixed with internal organ fragments.

At this moment, there was almost not a single intact piece of flesh on his entire body.

That gray robe had long been stained by blood and dust so that its original color could no longer be seen, and the whole person was wretched to the extreme.

He struggled to crawl up from the ground, leaning against a broken stone pillar, breathing heavily.

That aged face was as white as a sheet of paper.

He vigilantly scanned his surroundings, seeing that no one was chasing him from the thick fog, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

True.

Everywhere here was this eerie thick fog with a visibility of less than five meters.

Without such powerful perception ability as his own, trying to find someone in this environment was no different from searching for a needle in a haystack.

Thinking of this, his hanging heart finally let go.

The whole person could no longer hold on, collapsing with a thud onto the ground.

"Cough cough… cough!"

Another heart-rending cough followed, and more organ fragments were coughed out by him.

Old Fu looked at that pool of pitch-black blood in his palm, his eyes flashing with endless malice and lingering fear.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse.

"Such a ruthless method! This old man has really been careless this time!"

He could never have imagined that one day he would be forced to such a desperate plight by a few juniors whose Ranks were not even half of his own.

And that damned Hell-level demonic dragon!

What on earth is the background of these guys?!

"When I recover… I will definitely skin you all alive and scatter your ashes!"

While cursing viciously, he lowered his head to look at the few hideous claw marks on his chest.

Above the wounds, wisps of pitch-black Devilish Qi, like poisonous snakes with lives, continuously drilled deep into his flesh and blood, making a "zis" corrosive sound.

"What kind of ghost thing is this again?!"

Old Fu frowned tightly, instantly urging the remaining Wind Elemental Power in his body, trying to disperse these eerie Devilish Qi.

However, those Devilish Qi seemed to have grown into his bones and blood; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't completely clear them out.

He simply stopped wasting effort.

The top priority was to recover his injuries first.

With trembling hands, he fished out a bottle of Advanced healing potion exuding a rich aura of life from the space ring in his bosom.

As long as he drank this bottle of medicine, his HP could recover by more than half.

However, just at the moment he unscrewed the cap, preparing to drink the potion in one gulp,

in the pitch-black shadow under his feet, a pair of cold, ominous sharp claws silently probed out.

A hoarse and teasing voice, like a whisper from Hell, gently sounded in his ear.

"Still want revenge?"

"Too bad…"

"You have no chance anymore."

That pair of sharp claws, like the most precise scalpel, had already pinched Old Fu's fragile neck.

The expression on Old Fu's face instantly froze.

He suddenly lowered his head, his turbid eyes filled with incomprehensible, extreme panic and shock.

"You… how did you…"

"Kacha——!"

A crisp bone-cracking sound interrupted his last words.

His head hung down powerlessly, and the vitality in his eyes rapidly dissipated.

The health bar was completely emptied.

A generation of powerhouses thus fell.

Moria's figure then slowly emerged from the shadows.

He looked at the corpse with remaining warmth under his feet, casually throwing it aside.

"Finally got this old thing killed."

Zhou Huai's consciousness inside Moria let out a long sigh of relief.

A Rank 60 powerhouse was indeed hard to deal with.

Two S-Ranks, one SS-Rank, plus a Hell-level BOSS, barely managed to behead him.

For this, a Xiang Yu was even "sacrificed".

Xiang Yu was simply too miserable.

From birth to now, he was either getting beaten up or on the way to getting beaten up.

For this team, he had endured too much.

Zhou Huai silently mourned for him for two seconds in his heart.

After doing all this, he squatted down and began a looting spree on Old Fu's body.

A moment later, he stood up, with only one quaintly-styled space ring extra in his hand.

Zhou Huai probed a wisp of Mental Energy into it.

The space inside was not large, sparsely placing a dozen magic crystals, and a pile of Daxia Coin amounting to no more than a hundred thousand.

In the corner, there were also some small amounts of recovery potions, and a few pieces of equipment around Rank 60.

Only a small portion was epic-grade, and most were only of elite quality.

Zhou Huai curled his lips.

"After all that fuss, he turned out to be a poor ghost."

"You, a Rank 60 big shot, only have this little family property? You have the nerve to come out and mix?"

He unceremoniously looted everything clean.

After finishing all this, Zhou Huai didn't stay any longer.

The people of the Radiant Alliance and the Liu family might chase out at any time.

Controlling Moria, with a flash of his figure, he once again transformed into a pool of flowing ink, completely disappearing into this endless thick fog.