As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 211 Witness

A blood-red torrent surged and swept across the entire training ground in an instant.

Whether it was metal equipment or iron sandbags tanned from the tough leather of ancient monsters, they were all riddled with honeycomb-like holes.

Even though Sheikh Krat risked his brain boiling over by forcibly ordering the four guardian spirits to gather around him to take the bullets.

A few crimson ripples still remained, transforming into countless thin, cicada-wing-like flying blades that pierced his defenses, tearing deep, bone-revealing wounds into his face and body.

The owner of the Shattered Star Club then realized that he had made a fatal mistake due to his long absence from battle.

Even if a spirit body looks remarkably like a human, its physiological structure is completely different from that of a real human.

The blood of the spirit-corroding body named "Chu Zhifeng" before us is its true form.

As for the skeleton and the flesh attached to the bones, they are merely the outer shell that carries the body.

He had been relentlessly attacking the physical form, but he had overlooked the fact that the body had already silently flowed to his feet through the viscous blood pool. How could he not be hit?

Of course, weakened by the four guardian spirits, Chu Zhifeng's ultimate move did not cause fatal damage to him.

However, the crisscrossing cracks all over his body caused him great trouble in his next step of disguising himself and escaping.

Not to mention his four guardian spirits, who had just been splashed with foul-smelling, sticky blood.

These winding, worm-like pools of blood contain not only Chu Zhifeng's ambition and resentment, but also the almost insane will of those weapons that were tragically shattered in endless battles in the distant past.

Accompanied by the still-echoing eerie laughter, the bloodstains on the guardian spirit swayed, like bewitching little snakes raising their heads.

Sheikh Krat increasingly felt that his four guardian spirits were showing signs of losing control.

Even the high-end card reader on his wrist was crackling and popping, with wisps of smoke rising from the card slot and a pungent, acrid smell emanating from it.

It is clear that the seal on the card has become loose, faded, or even cracked.

The contract has been infiltrated by the Corrosive Spirit, and the invisible shackles binding the remnant soul of the past are gradually being broken.

Damn it, the Blood Clan card deck and Hero Tombstone that I finally managed to collect have been corrupted by the Corruptor!
After this battle, no matter how much repair and maintenance is done, the quality of these rare cards will definitely drop significantly. This is a loss that money cannot make up for, and it is truly heartbreaking.

Sheikh Krat's eyes blazed with a mixture of shock and rage.

He skillfully pulled out a disposable syringe, barely thicker than a pen, from his pocket, and forcefully injected a fluorescent green liquid into his carotid artery.

As the emerald green light continued to spread along his blood vessels to his brain and heart, his entire neck and even half of his face looked as if he were wearing a shimmering mask.

Driven by the enhancement drug, Sheikh Krat frantically burned his brain cells, regaining 100% control over the four guardian spirits.

The gargoyle cradled the head in its arms, its severed neck continuing to spew forth large amounts of grayish-white mist, petrifying Chu Zhifeng's skeletal frame along with the writhing blood on the ground.

The "Crimson Noble" once again transformed into a giant bat, flapping its wings covered in a deep red membrane and emitting a second deathly shriek.

This offensive was even more intense than the previous one.

Even Sheikh Krat's cheeks visibly sank, and wrinkles crept up the corners of his eyes, mouth, and sides of his nose, making him look seven or eight years older all of a sudden.

Chu Zhifeng sacrificed his life to unleash the blood version of "Moon Shadow Ice Wheel," and was already in an extremely weak state.

Unable to withstand the enemy's second wave of coordinated attacks, both the emaciated skeletons and the pools of blood crawling on the ground were all petrified and pulverized.

The eerie laughter abruptly ceased. No trace of life could be sensed anymore.

The blood insects that stained the guardian spirit quickly turned red, purple, and black, eventually turning into clumps of dried filth.

Sheikh Krat breathed a sigh of relief.

My eyes feel a little itchy.

With a gentle rub, a large amount of viscous liquid, indistinguishable as tears, blood, or brain matter, was squeezed out from the corner of the eye, yet it emitted a fluorescent glow.

I injected myself with too many enhancement drugs.

There was no other way but to finish the battle quickly, so this was the only option.

The owner of the Shattered Star Club licked the fluorescent agent, a mixture of blood and brain matter, that was overflowing from his nasal cavity. While enduring the excruciating pain of his brain exploding, he tried to bring back the four guardian spirits that were on the verge of going out of control. He also placed the four trembling and smoking sealing cards into a special portable cryogenic card album for safekeeping.

While observing his surroundings, he searched for anything that had been thrown into a corner by Chu Zhifeng's fierce attack.

The next second, his heart froze.

A chill ten times more biting than when I first saw Chu Zhifeng's true face instantly ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

My backpack is missing.

The backpack, filled with crystals, documents, and sealed cards, has disappeared.

The backpack, filled with the wealth and resources he had painstakingly accumulated over decades and the capital to make a comeback, was gone!
Sheikh Krat's bloodshot eyes looked as if they were about to burst like Chu Zhifeng's heart.

His pupils dilated to almost fill his eyeballs, absorbing all the light as he could, scanning every inch of space in the corner with crystal clarity.

He clearly remembered that just now, when Chu Zhifeng sacrificed his life to unleash his ultimate move, he was worried that the Blood Blade would tear his backpack apart, causing the crystal coins to leak out and leave clues for the trackers.

So he deliberately threw the backpack into a corner to the northeast.

Although a punching power tester placed there was also knocked over and shattered into pieces by Chu Zhifeng.

However, not a single drop of blood was found in the corner, indicating that the power of the blood tide had not reached there.

Moreover, even if the backpack were torn apart, the crystal coins inside should scatter like celestial flowers, releasing ripples of spiritual energy that any spirit master could easily perceive.

What exactly is it?

Just then, Sheikh Krat heard the sound of the door lock turning softly.

The "crack" sound, barely louder than a needle falling to the ground, reached his ears like a thunderclap.

"Someone stole my backpack!"

The owner of the Shattered Star Club turned even paler than the "Crimson Noble".

What's truly devastating isn't just the theft of one's life and possessions, but also the presence of those damned witnesses who saw everything that just happened!
He let out a hysterical roar.

Ignoring the raging fire in his cerebral cortex, the bursting of blood vessels in his brain, and the large amount of suspicious liquid seeping out from his tear ducts, nostrils, mouth, and ear canals, his mental energy transformed into a thorny whip, lashing fiercely at the "gargoyle" and the "red nobleman," driving them to pounce on the thief who had already turned the lock.

(End of this chapter)