Chapter 2447 - 2442: The Prophet Is Dead (53)
Chapter 2447: Chapter 2442: The Prophet Is Dead (53)
It seems compared to Grim Ballard, Ah Wei is still more inclined to believe that the real name used to be Andiel.
From the moment of emergence, the continuous methods implemented also reflect a sense of importance, warming one’s heart.
In a fleeting moment, Fu Qian’s body moved sideways, dodging the Ghosts attacking again.
That peculiar mist isn’t too dense, but it exudes a genuine sense of death and desolation, merging well with the surrounding atmosphere, making the Ghosts look as if they were wandering Death Gods.
Of course, it’s not just a visual effect. Fu Qian looked down at himself.
Even though he perfectly dodged the Ghosts, the tiny lenses composing the Armor on him no longer had the former brightness, seemingly withering—its degree even proportional to the distance moved.
Fu Qian firmly confirmed it was precisely due to dodging the Ghosts previously that caused a small amount of blood loss.
"Death Limit?"
Past memories instantly resurfaced, Fu Qian casually affirmed.
"It’s touching that you actually remember this little trick."
Ah Wei’s tone lacked much emotional investment, yet it was a clear acknowledgment.
Indeed, it was a method appreciated during the time in Shangjing, back then under the Blood Conquest state, even this move couldn’t be immune.
Unexpectedly, such a large area was casually covered, with the mist extending infinitely like the Power of Gray Descent, as if it was becoming the essential attribute of this place; Ah Wei demonstrated control over Unseen Hillock again.
Fu Qian couldn’t help but express admiration.
Speaking of which, this technique to restrict movement was seen before, in the hands of Akasha.
Though the form was a web, even then it felt like déjà vu.
Now it seems, just like the Lord suddenly becomes Undying, Akasha apparently also received some blessing from the Death Angel.
The description from the Clown about Ah Wei’s manipulation ability doesn’t seem exaggerated at all.
As for the current situation, it appears unable to move or stay put.
Either continually losing blood or being caught up by the Ghosts.
Indeed, such a technique proves far more technical than having them disperse and surround.
"So let me think, the true meaning of the Eternal Night plan is to let you successfully digest this treasure?"
Under the Clown’s gaze, Fu Qian chose to lose blood.
However, he didn’t charge directly towards Ah Wei in the center of the lake, but rather walked step by step along the lakeside path, counterclockwise, continuing the discussion.
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"Is this a rhetorical question? Are you saying you don’t know the name Ji Feng?"
Just after praising the other party’s big move, the next moment was spent bathing inside it.
Such disrespect was somewhat hard to bear.
And Ah Wei finally stopped taking further actions, following Fu Qian from the side, coolly retorting.
With each step taken, the originally bright Mirror Armor darkened a bit, with some even starting to peel away.
Yet the other party’s footsteps remained unaffected, maintaining walking speed matching the Ghosts, reminiscent of a sports meet entrance.
However, the cause of Ah Wei’s somewhat heavy heart was evidently not due to this abstraction but due to the strong Blood Bar shown.
After a whole series of combination techniques, logically Andiel’s options should be limited, almost forcing some decisions.
Perhaps it seems overly stimulating, but having been deeply disadvantaged before, he clearly doesn’t want to give this treacherous guy much room for maneuver.
Utilizing the already acquired resource advantage for a head-on collision, persistently suppressing to achieve victory rather than chickening out, such mentality is clearly more recognized by Ah Wei—
Yet eventually, it still began spiraling? Even in a literal sense.
Such progress undoubtedly leaves a poor impression, only the formidable Blood Bar still brings considerable pressure, making Ah Wei somewhat reluctant to act rashly.
...
Even knows the name of the predecessor? Really quite industrious.
With Ah Wei’s startling words, Fu Qian also offered praise internally.
Before this, in the entire Unseen Hillock, only Yuan Fang knew this name.
Even then, there was a clear misunderstanding, mistaking it for his own name.
If it was merely about killing the Prophet and extracting information, Ah Wei likely wouldn’t utter such words.
Regarding the essence of this place, he naturally knows more.
"Of course I know, his descendant is even working for me now."
Fu Qian suddenly uttered surprising words, finally exposing his dark academic side.
"So Ji Feng became insane like this, did you never think to replace him?"
Indeed, Ah Wei knows quite a lot, not bothered by Fu Qian’s nonsense, immediately delivering a Heartbreaker statement.
"No."
Yet Fu Qian shook his head, replying without the slightest hesitation.
"I even just provided humanitarian care for him; I originally came here intending to see how his recovery was going."
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"Care? So his Prophet ended up crazy?"
The drawbacks of disparate emotional connections became apparent once more, as Ah Wei clearly didn’t believe a word Fu Qian said, casually bringing up a bloody example.
"Yuan Fang’s situation wasn’t caused by me, he went there and became like that on his own."
Is it personal behavior?
Logically, there’s no need to lie; this sounds genuinely sincere.
At that moment, Fu Qian slightly nodded, casually tidying up the Mirror Armor, which had a substantial sense of fragmentation.
"Actually saying so is somewhat inaccurate. It should be his offspring...working for you, are you sure it’s truly Ji Feng’s bloodline?"
Just as Fu Qian was digesting this information, Ah Wei seemed to suddenly recall something, adding a small detail.
"Yuan Fang is Ji Feng’s progeny?"
Though suspected of bantering and stalling for time, it truly shocked, even making Professor Fu marvel.
This mission, coming here is certainly value for money.
"At least when the Prophet was lying there, I sensed he received similar enlightenment, perhaps you might want to investigate thoroughly."
In a brief moment, Fu Qian had already turned a quarter’s angle along the lakeside.
Seeing him still showing no sign of falling, Ah Wei finally took a companionable chatter route, explaining why he knew.
Sensing the Prophet’s enlightenment gain...have to say this explanation is quite reasonable, matching prior behavior.
But because of this—Yuan Clan’s bloodline is also Ji Feng’s progeny?
Back then, Yuan Fang sensing the call of supreme will actually came from his ancestor?
Why has the situation suddenly turned mystical...even though Yuan Fang’s strange experiences finally have a reason.
Yet resulting in this, isn’t Ji Feng’s genes too powerful? Spanning two major clans?
Miss Liushuang over there seems rightfully of the orthodox Bloodline, the Power of Gray Descent so standard, and the birth axe effective.
At that moment, Fu Qian seemed to feel the complexity of sociology.