Chapter 614: Chapter 405: Mysterious Turtle Ancestral Tree
Fan Wendao, wielding his Horse-Cutting Saber, collided with the Black Bone Devourer Dog, as dark spines launched in an attempt to kill him upon impact.
But Fan Wendao had been battling alongside the Black Bone Devourer Dog for quite some time, how could he not know his Angel Envoy’s methods?
Hence, in the midst of battle, he always managed to narrowly avoid the attacks.
The Black Bone Devourer Dog, in its Angel Envoy sacrificial state, became visibly more ferocious, its power erupting even more mightily. Although both were of Third Order Intermediate level, the pressure it put on Fan Wendao was immense.
The two were constantly entangled in combat, and in the throes of battle, the Titanium Alloy-made Horse-Cutting Saber was incredibly sharp. Spiritual Energy gathered on the blade, heavily slashing across the body of the Black Bone Devourer Dog. Even its tough black bones couldn’t withstand such a strike and burst asunder.
The two continued to struggle, the Black Bone Devourer Dog accumulating more and more wounds, its blood incessantly flowing.
However, these were merely superficial injuries, as these saber cuts were quickly healing, unable to cause any fatal crisis.
“The Power of the Rules has increased.”
Su Han observed from the sidelines, using her Sixth Order strength to monitor this Angel Envoy sacrifice. Although the increase in chaotic order of Spiritual Energy was secondary, such energy would also manifest in a normal Divine Initiation Ritual, but now, there was an additional element—the power of rules.
The Power of the Rules was the harbinger of a qualitative change; the one who survived on the battlefield would gain a wisp of rule replenishment.
“Swipe”
Suddenly, the situation on the battlefield changed, and for some reason, Fan Wendao failed to dodge a dark spine fired at him from the shoulder bone of the Black Bone Devourer Dog.
With a “thud”, it penetrated flesh and blood, causing his form to falter; then the Black Bone Devourer Dog rapidly closed in, its gaping jaws ready to swallow Fan Wendao whole.
Everyone was startled, ready to intervene and rescue him.
But in that lightning-fast moment, Fan Wendao’s eyes flashed with brilliance, and the blade of his Horse-Cutting Saber met the attack, slicing out a large swath of saber light that collided with the head of the onrushing Black Bone Devourer Dog.
The saber light flashed, a head hit the ground, and the Black Bone Devourer Dog fell with a dull sound.
At the moment of the kill, the Book of Blood Spirit burst into dazzling red light, and a second uncontrolled Angel Envoy was released.
It was a Flesh Mountain Armored Demon, massive at twelve or thirteen meters tall, mountain-like in its heaviness, its flesh hardened into a formidable armor, terrifyingly dull and grey, and beneath this flesh, a layer of thick, sticky, grotesque fatty tissue, its defensive power far superior to that of the Black Bone Devourer Dog.
Fan Wendao was startled, thinking he’d have to engage in a second battle immediately.
But then, to his surprise, upon the Flesh Mountain Armored Demon’s arrival, it remained motionless, its gigantic claws and drooping arms resting on the ground, leaving deep marks.
“Clatter”
The slain Black Bone Devourer Dog’s flesh and bones rapidly fused into a black viscous substance. Spiritual Energy congregated endlessly, then the black material writhed and flowed towards both Fan Wendao and the Flesh Mountain Armored Demon, merging into their bodies.
Fan Wendao immediately let out a pained howl, half-kneeling on the ground. All he felt was the black liquid burning his body like magma, drilling relentlessly into him.
Spiritual Energy continued to gather, his spirit becoming ever stronger, but this process of destruction and repair was unbearably painful.
A guttural growl emanated from his throat, a storm of chaos, slaughter, and the fury of the Black Bone Devourer Dog along with its resentment rose from his heart.
“Get the hell out of me! Armed Forces men swear never to yield!”
His deep growls continued, Fan Wendao enduring the severe pain to straighten his body, gripping the Horse-Cutting Saber tightly in his hands. Spiritual Energy surged within him, the single-eyed pattern on his chest becoming clearer, his flesh bulging slightly, gently writhing.