Global Card Master: Start Awakening the Classic of Mountains and Seas

Chapter 304: Died in Battle!

At the same time, Jiang Ming was also stunned.
What's going on with Wei Lang that he could have such a fight with Shenyan?

It seems like there is a chance! ! ?

The astrological disk composed of blood eyes alone is a skill that has never been seen before.

However, at present, the entire battlefield has been completely shrouded in thick, indissoluble blood mist, as if the Avici Hell has been opened, and the blood mist is surging and changing strangely as if it has life.

The violent energy aftermath of the blood cocoon explosion was still raging, shaking the earth. Hideous cracks spread across the ground like a spider web, deep and bottomless. From time to time, rubble was blown into the air and instantly swallowed by the blood mist.

The pungent smell of blood mist penetrated his nose. Jiang Ming suppressed the discomfort and let Zhulong exhale.

The turbulent airflow that gushed out of Zhulong's mouth was like a white angry dragon that pierced straight into the blood mist, and it was thought that it could disperse some of the haze.

However, he did not expect that the blood mist only rolled a few times symbolically, like an elastic sponge, instantly absorbing the force without a trace, and then returning to its airtight and surging appearance.

But suddenly, a dazzling sword light, as if wrapped in the power of the stars, appeared from the depths of the blood mist and slashed out from the thickest core of the blood mist.

The blade light was like the breaking of dawn. Wherever it passed, the blood mist was like burning cotton wool, making a hissing sound. A deep and narrow cut was torn open, briefly revealing the chaotic and bloody interior.

Through the gap, Wei Lang's figure appeared in Jiang Ming's eyes, like a trapped beast climbing out from the abyss of hell.

At this moment, Wei Lang's dark golden suit was already in tatters, with strips of cloth fluttering in the wind, soaked in blood and tightly stuck to his skin.

The blood from the wounds continued to seep out, gather, and then flow down along the curves of the body, forming a dark red pool of blood at his feet, blending with the surrounding blood mist.

His hair was covered in blood and sweat, with a few wet strands hanging in front of his eyes. The long knife in his hand had a cracked blade and was stained with blood.

However, he still used up his last bit of strength, pushed hard against the ground, and flew towards Jiang Ming like an arrow.

The figure drew an arc in the air, leaving a string of blood beads.

Seeing this, Jiang Ming hurriedly drove Zhulong to lower its altitude. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and reached towards Wei Lang, wanting to pull him onto the dragon's back as soon as possible.

Just when Wei Lang was about to escape from the blood mist, something strange happened.

Suddenly, a creepy "rustling" sound came from the depths of the blood mist, as if thousands of troops were galloping in it.

Immediately afterwards, countless blood-red eyeballs surged out like a tide. They were of different sizes, with blood flowing on their surfaces, and they locked their eyes on Wei Lang.

In the blink of an eye, it broke through the blood mist and rushed towards Wei Lang. Wherever it passed, the blood mist was stirred up even more turbulently, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger and more pungent.

Wei Lang sensed the danger behind him and wanted to speed up, but his body had reached its limit. He could only grit his teeth and try his best to swing the long sword in his hand backhand. A weak sword energy slashed backwards, trying to slow down the eyeballs' pursuit speed.

However, this sword energy seemed so powerless in front of so many eyeballs that it didn't even have the ability to make them pause.

At this moment, Zhulong roared towards the sky, shaking the clouds.

Then, it opened its bloody mouth and spewed out an extremely hot dragon breath like a raging torrent, heading straight for those pursuing eyeballs.

The temperature of this dragon's breath was extremely high. Wherever it passed, the air made a sizzling sound as it burned. The blood mist melted away instantly, like snow encountering the scorching sun.

As soon as those blood-red eyeballs came into contact with the dragon's breath, they made a "crackling" sound, as if firecrackers were exploding, and they exploded one by one in an instant, turning into a ball. They only paused for a moment before continuing to pounce madly again.

Just as those blood-red eyeballs exploded and turned into blood mist under the impact of the dragon's breath, but rushed forward one after another, the vertical pupils in Zhulong's eyes were like two golden suns, bursting out with blazing golden light. In an instant, with it as the center, the flow of time began to become disordered.

Those eyeballs that flooded in like the tide, rushing as fast as lightning the moment before, now seemed to be sunk into thick amber, their movements became extremely slow, and every movement took a huge effort, as if they were being pulled by invisible threads.

The eternal moment performed by Zhulong is somewhat different from the one performed by Cheng Che.

Then, Zhulong raised his head to the sky and let out a roar that shook the clouds. The roar seemed to be accompanied by thunder from the underworld. In an instant, the wind and clouds in the sky changed color.

The rolling black clouds gathered together like a galloping horse, piling up layer by layer, as if they were going to completely crush the world.

There were thunder and lightning in the clouds, and red lightning as thick as buckets was winding through the clouds like angry dragons, ready to strike.

The Candle Dragon soared into the sky, its huge body looming in the thunderclouds, as if the god of thunder had descended to the earth.

While the blood eye cluster was bound by the power of time, the red lightning seemed to have received an order and struck down heavily at the densely populated area of ​​blood eyes below like a torrential rain.

Loud "crackling" sounds were heard continuously. Every time a lightning bolt hit the blood eye, it was accompanied by a dazzling light and a violent explosion. The blood-red eyeball was instantly turned into powder. The blood mist was burned with a "sizzling" sound, and the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell.

However, this strange cluster of blood eyes relied on their large numbers and the power of the divine eyes behind them to hold on under the thunder and lightning. The remaining blood eyes quickly gathered together, and the blood light intertwined into a dense protective net to resist the lightning attack. At the same time, several tentacles condensed with blood light stretched out from the net, winding towards the Candle Dragon in the air, attempting to attack it at close range.

Upon seeing this, Zhulong remained calm. The dragon scales all over his body shone with red light, as if he was wearing a layer of fire armor.

Then he opened his mouth wide and spurted out a stream of flames. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be melted, and layers of twisted heat waves appeared. The blood-red tentacles were instantly ignited when they touched the flames. With a "sizzling" sound, the flames spread wildly along the tentacles, and in the blink of an eye, those tentacles that tried to get close were burned to ashes, leaving only the burnt smell in the air.

When the blood eyes saw the tentacles were destroyed, their attack became more frantic. The blood light protective net trembled violently, and the blood light in the net became thicker and thicker.

Upon seeing this, Zhulong twisted his huge body in the air, with golden light shooting out from his vertical pupils.

The dragon raised its head, opened its mouth widely, and blew out a breath. The breath dissipated and turned into a faint light like star fragments in the sky, slowly covering the group of blood eyes.

As soon as the blood eyes came into contact with the faint light of the stars, the energy inside them instantly became chaotic, as if being pulled and torn by countless tiny stars. The sound of "bang bang" continued to ring out, and the eyeballs exploded one after another, and the blood mist was also stirred violently. But the blood eyes still poured out from the depths of the blood mist like a tide.

A look of determination flashed across Zhulong's eyes, and it curled up its huge body, as if gathering all its spiritual power. Then, it stretched its body and rammed into the depths of the blood mist with all its might, like a comet hitting the earth, carrying a devastating momentum.

The moment it landed, a huge hole was knocked out in the blood mist, the ground shook violently, and spider-web-like cracks spread in all directions.

At the moment of the collision, the dragon scales all over Zhulong's body emitted a dazzling golden light. Each scale was like a mirror, reflecting the blood light in the blood mist back. The reflected blood light carried Zhulong's powerful strength and shot towards the cluster of blood eyes like sharp arrows.

The blood eyes were unable to dodge and were hit one after another. With a few "puff" sounds, large pieces of blood eyes exploded. The blood mist became thicker and the fishy smell in the air was nauseating.

When the blood mist was briefly cleared away to create a void, a soul-shaking roar rolled in from the depths of the blood mist.

Then, the real body of the Divine Eye slowly emerged from the blood mist. When the figure that covered the sky and the sun first appeared, it was like a towering black mountain with no peak visible. A materialized storm of blood was lingering around it. The blood was like a nimble python, winding and wandering on its body surface, emitting a suffocating pressure. Every rhythm caused the earth to tremble.

However, what was strange was that the dark body that was supposed to be pure and chaotic now had strange golden lines. These lines seemed to have life, flowing slowly along the outline of the divine eye, sometimes flashing, sometimes disappearing, as if they were fighting against some unknown power in the body.

The blood-red "eyes" on the body of the Divine Eye were originally like a bloody abyss, but now they seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, and the light flickered, revealing an inexplicable struggle and confusion.

Seeing this, Wei Lang in the air, who had just stopped, turned around and rushed down again.
Jiang Ming didn't stop him.

Because of Wei Lang's current state.
Something was so wrong.

At first, seeing the other party's fighting postures and skills, Cheng Che thought it was a real person.

But just after Wei Lang rushed up, he discovered that the other party's pupils and body condition were exactly the same as they were after he was contaminated by the eyeball.

Jiang Ming thought that the Federation had used some method, or that it had automatically recovered after he left the copy.

But now it seems clear that it is not.

And after Wei Lang turned into a black lightning and swooped towards the Divine Eye again.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand and inserted it directly into the deepest wound in his abdomen that was still bleeding. He pulled out a white bone from his body, and the blood instantly dyed his entire palm red.

In an instant, with Wei Lang as the center, the blood mist surrounding him seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and gathered towards him madly, and the blood in the blood mist wrapped around the white bones.

Wei Lang's figure flashed, and with a trail of blood shadows, he instantly crossed the distance between himself and the Divine Eye. He jumped high, tightly grasped the bone knife emitting blood light in both hands, and chopped fiercely at the most densely packed golden lines on the Divine Eye.

This chopped off was like the creation of the world. Wherever the bone knife passed, the space seemed to be torn into a black crack, and the blood mist was like ignited fuel, making a "sizzling" sound and burning violently.

The divine eye seemed to have also sensed the attack, and the blood storm around it instantly became extremely violent. The blood python twisted wildly and coiled towards Wei Lang, trying to block his attack.

But it was still a step slow.

The moment the bone knife touched the divine eye, there was a deafening sound, as if stars collided, and a dazzling light burst out instantly, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

The divine eye itself trembled violently, and the golden lines on it flashed wildly under the impact of the bone knife.

Wei Lang was also knocked away by a powerful recoil force. He spat out a large amount of blood in the air and flew backwards like a broken kite.

But just before landing, Wei Lang forced himself to steady his body, knelt on one knee, leaned on the bone knife with his right hand, and breathed heavily.

His hair was scattered messily in front of his eyes, covering most of his face, but through the gaps between the hair, one could see his eyes flashing an odd red light, which was somewhat similar to the faint mist on the Divine Eye itself.

Just as Wei Lang knelt on one knee and struggled to support himself, Jiang Ming suddenly felt dizzy and a feeling of powerlessness spread from the depths of his soul to his whole body.

At the same time, Zhulong's huge body began to fade, the light gradually dimmed, and finally with a "whoosh", it disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The divine eye keenly captured this change. The blood python, which was originally afraid of Wei Lang's attack, began to twist wildly again. The blood light became more and more intense, like a surging wave of the sea of ​​blood, sweeping towards Wei Lang.

Afterwards, its towering body like a mountain began to move slowly, and the blood storm that was originally swirling around it seemed to have received some kind of mysterious command, and quickly condensed towards its body.

In an instant, those blood pythons entangled and merged with each other, turning into a huge blood vortex. In the vortex, there were faint golden veins flowing.

The blood vortex began to rotate at high speed, spinning faster and faster, and the powerful suction it created made the surrounding blood mist be madly sucked in.

The divine eye shook suddenly, and several blood-colored golden balls separated from the blood-colored vortex. The surface of the golden balls was covered with complex golden lines that flashed with strange light. These lines seemed to be moving on their own, constantly changing their shape and arrangement.

The golden ball whizzed towards Wei Lang. During the flight, the space around the golden ball began to twist and deform, as if it was messed up, or like a quagmire that was about to collapse.

Wei Lang opened his eyes wide and tried to struggle to avoid it, but his severely injured body made it difficult for him to make an effective response.

The first blood-golden ball arrived in front of Wei Lang in the blink of an eye and hit him directly.

With a loud "bang", Wei Lang's whole body fell heavily to the ground as if he was hit by a cannonball, making a deep hole in the ground. Amidst the flying dust, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his already tattered clothes turned into powder, revealing his skin covered with scars and blood.

Before Wei Lang could recover from the severe pain, the rest of the bloody golden balls followed and hit him one after another.

With every impact, the earth shook violently, as if small earthquakes were occurring one after another.

Wei Lang's body was no longer in human form after these rounds of heavy blows. Many of his bones were broken, making crisp "cracking" sounds, and blood gathered under his body to form a dark red pool.

So far
The old man brought in a rescuer named "Wei Lang".

Die in battle!

(End of this chapter)