While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

Chapter 163 Bad Appearance

Tianyan stood in the middle of the asphalt road riddled with caves, looking around at the cave entrances from which the sounds of digging and churning sand continued to emanate. He let out a soft breath: "Since you don't want to come out, then I'll have to ask you to."

He raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and aimed his palm at the largest hole in front of him.

A deep orange light surged from his palm, and a scorching aura permeated the air. A fireball the size of a fist rapidly condensed and took shape in his palm. The fireball's color quickly faded from orange to lighter shades, and its temperature rose higher and higher, causing the surrounding air to distort and deform under the intense heat.

That's the fire power of the water clock.

"Go." Tianyan flicked his wrist, and the incandescent fireball was thrown into the cave entrance.

The fireball didn't explode immediately when it hit the cave entrance. It rolled deeper into the dark underground passage, the scorching light baking the soil along its path until it cracked and turned black. Then, it exploded with a bang somewhere deep underground.

"boom!"

The ground shook violently in that instant, and then, at the same moment, all the openings spewed out towering white pillars of fire, five or six meters high. The pillars of fire shot straight into the sky from each opening, illuminating the entire street as bright as day. A scream came from deep underground.

The column of fire continued to gush for about three seconds, then slowly weakened and went out, leaving a strong smell of burning and the pungent odor of some kind of burnt protein in the air.

A dark blue figure, charred black all over and with its limbs curled up at an unnatural angle, was pushed out of a hole by the last rising air current. It drew an arc in the air and then crashed heavily onto the asphalt road not far from Tianyan.

Its body was charred black, its skin was cracked, its eyes were closed, its body twitched slightly twice, and then it became completely still.

"Five additional points."

Tianyan glanced down at the charred corpse. This thing was actually a sorcerer? He had thought it was a cursed spirit!

Tianyan continued walking deeper into the commercial street. This person had already called for backup, so there was no need for him to stay and wait. He had only walked less than a hundred meters when the air behind him suddenly became viscous, as if something was approaching from a distance at an extremely fast speed.

"Little Bean!"

""

The newcomer was a black man dressed strangely, with only a few straps covering his breasts, suggesting he worked in the sex industry. For some reason, Tianyan suddenly smelled a strong stench of decay.

He wept bitterly upon seeing the corpse on the ground, and from his words, Tianyan guessed that this was the "brother" the man had called out earlier.

Although they don't look very similar, Tianyan could sense that the aura emanating from that man was from the same source as that dark blue creature, but it was stronger. It was also a contradictory feeling, a mixture of chaotic evil thoughts like a cursed spirit and the pure curse power of a cursed sorcerer.

The villain crouched down, his hand trembling as he reached out and gently touched the charred corpse covered in blood. His movements were very light, as if he were touching a fragile piece of porcelain. His fingertips glided across the cracked, charred skin, lingered for a moment, and then he withdrew his hand and slowly looked at Tianyan.

"You killed my brother and smeared him with blood?" His voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed anger and murderous intent.

Before anyone could answer, he turned around and revealed another face similar to his brother's, Bloodstain. Dark red blood gushed from his mouth, quickly congealing in the air and forming a pair of enormous wings made of congealed blood.

The shape of those wings was unlike any other cursed wings Tianyan had ever seen. They were more like fans woven from blood threads, each thread trembling slightly, its tips gleaming with a dark red, ominous luster.

Tiny droplets of blood fell from the tips of the wings and landed on the ground with a soft hissing sound, corroding the asphalt and creating small pits.

The villain slowly raised his head, and the emotions in his eyes had completely transformed into a resolute killing intent.

"Corrosion and Decay Technique - Ultimate!"

His voice exploded in the air, and at the same moment, the blood wings on his back fully unfolded. Countless thin blood lines shot out from the tips of the wings, weaving into an impenetrable net in the air, pressing down on Tianyan all at once.

"Winged King!"

'

Tianyan's body reacted instantly, his body shot backward several meters, and at the same time, his left arm rose, with a thick barrier of black iron-colored bone armor covering his skin.

Several lines of blood struck the bone armor on his left arm, hissing and corroding. White smoke rose, and several shallow dents appeared on the surface of the bone armor, but it was not penetrated. However, in the gap of the parry, an extremely thin line of blood passed through the gap on the inside of his elbow, grazing the skin on the inside of Tianyan's forearm, leaving a tiny scratch of less than half a centimeter.

The scratch was so shallow that it didn't even bleed immediately, leaving only a pink mark on the skin. But the instant the mark appeared, a jet-black pattern began to spread rapidly from the center of the scratch, like a blooming flower. The petals spread outwards along the veins, covering half of his forearm.

"The patterns on your body indicate that my technique has taken effect."

""

A malevolent voice echoed from afar, the blood-red wings on his back still fluttering slightly, blood streaks still slowly moving through the air: "Anyone stained with my blood will be corroded from the inside out in excruciating pain!"

Tianyan looked down at the slowly spreading rose patterns on his arm. He could feel an unusual heat surging in the area covered by the patterns, as if something was slowly moving through his meridians, eroding his magical power. At the same time, he was in excruciating pain, which meant he was poisoned.

The flames within his body reacted. The Haisen Flame and the magma flames of the water clock intertwined and surged through the meridians of the Heavenly Flame. Wherever they passed, the scorching sensation was quickly suppressed, enveloped, and devoured. The Burning Technique circulated rapidly within his body, peeling away the layers of power that was trying to disintegrate his body.

The pain was subsiding rapidly, and the color of the rose patterns was fading, but they didn't disappear completely. They just changed from a bright, spreading appearance to a light, faded pattern, like old, worn-out lines.

The wicked man's gaze sharpened slightly: "It actually managed to suppress my spell? Interesting, but—"

His blood wings unfurled again, and more blood lines surged from the tips of the wings, forming a dense, cocoon-like blood-red barrier around him: "My technique is decomposition, not poison. As long as you are alive, it will be in effect. You have at most twenty minutes left, and I won't let you have a pleasant time during that time!"

Tianyan did not dodge. He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and faced the surging sea of ​​blood. Orange flames burst from his palm. It was not a fireball, but a curtain of fire that filled the sky, like a wall cast by flames. Starting from his body, it spread out in a fan shape forward, illuminating the entire street in a blazing orange-red.

The blood streaks, upon contact with the flames, vaporized rapidly, like fine threads thrown into a furnace. A burnt smell filled the air, mixed with the acrid stench of evaporated blood, creating a complex taste that made one's throat tighten.

The villain's pupils contracted sharply. His blood lines, those lines strong enough to corrode steel and even slowly erode magical defenses, were as fragile as paper before that curtain of fire. They burned away completely in less than a second. He instinctively took half a step back, crossed his hands in front of him, and tried to re-coagulate his blood to form a defense.

But the thickness and temperature of the fire curtain far exceeded his expectations. The flames were not only burning, but also advancing at an astonishing speed. The scorching heat wave had already rushed in front of him, drying out his skin.

"What?!" His body instinctively sprang backward, trying to create distance.

But Tianyan didn't give him a chance to regroup. Behind the fire curtain, an even more concentrated and dazzling white pillar of fire shot out from the center of the fire curtain!

The speed was so fast that the villain's eyes couldn't catch it. He could only rely on instinct to fold the blood wings on his back forward, forming three layers of blood barriers in front of him. Before the three layers of barriers could fully solidify, the incandescent pillar of fire had already crashed into them.

The three-layered barrier, woven from countless blood threads, barely held up for half a second before being burned through in the center, leaving a fist-sized hole.

The pillar of fire pierced through the hole and struck Bad Guy's right arm with pinpoint accuracy!

"laugh!

'

The sound was short and piercing. In that instant, the villain's right arm, from the elbow down, was completely engulfed. There was no blood, no pieces of flesh, no severed limbs. The entire forearm was vaporized the moment it came into contact with the pillar of fire, leaving not even ashes. Only a clean, charred cut remained. The blood gushing from the cut was instantly sealed by the high temperature, forming a dark red scab.

The force of the impact propelled the villainous figure backward for dozens of meters, his feet leaving two deep furrows in the ground. He knelt on one knee, his left hand covering the severed wound on his right arm. His face was pale, and a fine layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead, but his eyes remained fixed on Tian Yan.

No wonder his younger brother was killed on his way here; this person is incredibly strong! He's no match for him!

This judgment pierced Bad Image's consciousness like an ice pick. He turned around, and the tattered blood wings reformed on his back. Although they were much thinner than before, they were still strong enough to support flight. He pushed off the ground with both feet and soared into the air, flying towards the dense high-rise buildings deep in the business district.

"Twenty minutes." The villain counted silently in his mind. He just needed to stall for this time. He didn't believe anyone could resist his technique for so long. The decomposition started from the inside. As long as he dragged it out, this man would fall sooner or later.

Moreover, there are quite a few powerful cursed spirits lurking deep within the commercial district, who can help him block the pursuit.

Tianyan watched the dark red figure speeding away, then suddenly flapped his wings and launched himself like a cannonball, giving chase. He was much faster than Huaixiang, and his purple-gold tail trailed a dazzling streak of light in the low sky, rapidly closing the distance between them.

But just as he was about to catch up, the ground beneath his feet suddenly began to shake violently.

"boom!

""

The road ahead seemed to be lifted up from the ground by some enormous thing. The asphalt layer cracked and surged, and asphalt fragments and soil flew to both sides. A huge figure emerged from the ground.

The thing was as tall as a ten-story building, with a burly human-shaped upper body and a huge bull's head above the neck. Two curved black horns stretched diagonally towards the sky, and the surface was covered with rough textures.

Its lower body consists of eight spider legs, the ends of which are sharp claws that dig deep into the asphalt road and the walls of the buildings on both sides, firmly fixing its massive body in place.

Tianyan's flight path was interrupted. He stopped abruptly in mid-air, his purple-gold wings unfurled, and he hovered in mid-air, looking at the enormous creature that emerged from the ground. It had a bull's head, a spider's body, and eight legs. In addition, there was an ancient, earthy, and moss-like aura of magical energy emanating from it. He searched his memory for a moment and found the name.

Ox-demon, a legendary monster.

The bull demon's red eyes gleamed in the smoke, like two red lanterns hanging high above. It locked onto Tianyan in mid-air, letting out a low, hoarse roar that made the glass of the surrounding buildings tremble slightly.

Then its right arm rose high, and its thick fist, carrying enough force to smash through an entire wall, slammed down in the direction of Tianyan.

Tianyan's body shifted slightly to the side, and the fist swept past him less than two meters away. The force of the blow made his robes flutter loudly. The fist did not hit him, but the shockwave it generated still pushed him back several meters.

The next second, the fist slammed into a commercial building of about ten stories behind him.

"boom!

""

The concrete exterior wall was pierced through as if it were made of paper, hitting from the front and exiting from the back. The entire building shook violently for a moment, and then, starting from the point of penetration, the upper part of the structure began to tilt, crack, and collapse.

Shattered glass poured down from the sky like a torrential rain, reflecting countless dazzling spots of light in the sunlight.

The explosive shockwave blew all the desks, filing cabinets, and computer equipment from several floors of the building away, pouring out of the huge hole and scattering in the air.

Several figures, dressed in business suits, fell from the building amidst the flying debris, screaming and flailing their arms. They were ordinary office workers trapped inside.

Tianyan swung his left hand out suddenly, and several black iron-colored bone spikes shot out from his fingertips, accurately piercing through the fabric of their suit jackets, ties, and shirts, pinning them to the cracked wall like butterfly specimens.

The bull demon paid no attention to the small creatures pinned to the wall. Its eight spider legs moved simultaneously, its massive body nimbly turned around, and its other fist rose again, ready to launch a second attack.

Not far away, Huai Xiang had landed on the edge of the top floor of a high-rise building, holding onto a lightning rod with his only remaining left hand. He looked down at Tian Yan, who was confronting Niu Gui below. His gaze quickly searched the street before landing on the few office workers who were nailed to the side wall of the office building.