Chapter 1033 - 658: Clash with Rahu
Chapter 1033: Chapter 658: Clash with Rahu
Inside the cave.
Saral was focused on absorbing the Pillar Stele Light, enveloped in golden light, as pure energy surged into his body like a tide, with each breath he felt the rise of power.
The Array Breaking Cone buzzed against the golden barrier, its body beginning to tremble slightly, gradually being pushed out by the array’s force.
This was a sign of the array’s self-repair, and it wouldn’t be long before the forcibly torn opening would be completely healed.
The three present could all sense this change, so they absorbed the energy even more forcefully, wishing to swallow every strand of dispersed Pillar Stele Light.
At this moment, a cold and fierce aura erupted nearby.
They exchanged a glance, understanding what this meant — Amen had found those two little insects.
Feili’s lips curled into a cold smile; in front of the Luohou Clan, attempting such tricks as "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind," really didn’t know the meaning of "death."
Soon, they sensed two unfamiliar auras tangled with Amen.
In the face of Amen’s violent and fierce momentum, those two auras were as weak as candle flames in the wind, hardly worth mentioning.
It didn’t take long for these two auras to suddenly weaken, nearly imperceptible.
"Not bad, at least he knows to moderate his actions."
Saral nodded slightly, a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.
He had been worried that Amen, being uncontrollable in his moves, would kill those two little insects — if that happened, they wouldn’t know how they intruded here, whether the information had been leaked.
Though dead men could provide some information, it’s far less direct than having the living speak.
Fortunately, although Amen is usually bloodthirsty and brutal, at critical moments he knows the importance of things.
Once they bring back those two little insects, he will personally interrogate them.
In the face of the Luohou Clan’s torture, even a man of steel would speak.
Saral refocused his thoughts, preparing to quickly absorb the last of the Pillar Stele Light.
But just then —
Another unfamiliar aura appeared.
This aura was different from the previous two "little insects," stable, cold, with an unsettling sense of oppression.
Its appearance made the air in the cave seem heavier.
And the moment it appeared —
Amen’s aura began to fluctuate violently.
Like a candle flame in a storm, flickering, swaying fiercely. Immediately after, the aura weakened rapidly, descending from the formidable and grand Tier Seven Holy Blood...
Until finally...it vanished.
This...
Instantly, Saral and the others froze, incredulity written across their faces.
Amen’s aura disappeared — he...was dead!
How was this possible!
It must be noted, Amen was Tier Seven Holy Blood, a direct line elite of the Luohou Clan.
Asura blood gave him far surpassing physical strength and combat instinct, even against a typical Tier Eight Spiritualist, he could at least manage a fight and escape unharmed.
Judging from the aura change just now, from the appearance of the unfamiliar aura to Amen’s aura vanishing, it was only two breaths.
Amen was essentially...killed in a single blow.
Who could achieve this, it must only be Tier Eight Holy Blood, and only under circumstances of stealth attack.
But the problem is — ambushing a Tier Seven Holy Blood without being detected beforehand...
What kind of stealth capability does this require?
Could it be the doing of the Vladimir Clan?
Saral and the others’ thoughts were scattered, unable to concentrate on absorbing the Pillar Stele Light.
Without Saral’s precise control, the Array Breaking Cone, under the array’s counterattack, crumbled completely — its body trembled increasingly, the buzzing sound turned into a sharp screech, gradually pushed out of the golden barrier.
"Puff—"
A soft sound, the Array Breaking Cone was completely ejected from the barrier, tumbling through the air, landing with a clank.
The Pillar Stele Light and that extremely pure energy vanished suddenly, as if someone had suddenly turned off a tap.
The magical feeling of evolution and transformation also disappeared, leaving behind an indescribable emptiness and regret.
However, at this time, Saral and the others had no time to experience that lingering feeling.
Each of them drew their weapons, eyes cold as blades, staring fixedly in one direction.
They could sense that the unfamiliar aura was closing in bit by bit.
Closer.
Even closer.
The aura was steady and composed, unhurried like a leisurely stroll in a backyard garden, without a hint of tension or fear.
Soon, inside the dark tunnel entrance, a figure slowly appeared.
Darkness shrouded him completely, outlining only a tall silhouette.
As Tier Seven and Tier Eight Holy Blood masters, Saral and the others were long unaffected by lighting.
Whether night or day, the world was vividly clear to their eyes.
He was a tall man.
Clad in black, the expression was stern, features sharp as if chiseled, showing no emotional fluctuation.
In one hand, he carried a Black Saber, its blade coursing with purple-gold lightning, and in the other, dragged a headless corpse.
The corpse’s neck still oozed dark red blood, dragging a crooked trail on the ground, shocking to behold.
Saral and the others instantly recognized, that was Amen’s corpse.
In an instant, murderous intent burst from their eyes.
Their eyes turned scarlet, bloodshot.endcode xml absolutelyulatedxml[