Chapter 973: Chapter 759: The White Horse Is Not a Horse The blaze of the Sword of Virtue exploded, sweeping across!
Wherever it passed, all negative essence sizzled under the scorching of the sword blade.
Yet, at any moment, more hair regenerated, continuously draining Huai Shi’s stamina, pinning him firmly to the spot, with evil eyes constantly emerging from the strands, their icy gaze intertwining like blades.
In the roar, the abandoned buildings on both sides crumbled repeatedly.
Huai Shi, step by step, retreated.
But within his heart rose a sense of relief and realization...
Fortunately, fortunately, it wasn’t someone as strong as the Great Asura Everly from the Eye of Nightmare; otherwise, he would have perished here today.
As the angry Hundred-Eyed Ghost gradually emerged from the fog of dreams, that face suddenly appeared incredulous, watching himself, murmuring in confusion:
"Turns out there are such weak people like you even in the Fourth Stage..."
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In a moment of shock, the Hundred-Eyed Ghost doubted his ears had heard wrong, but upon noticing the genuine sense of relief on Huai Shi’s face, an unspeakable fury and grief surged within.
Weak?
Across the vast chasm between the Third and Fourth Stages, looked down upon by a brat less than a fifth his age.
Come on, you’re really weak.
It wasn’t outright humiliation, yet such expressions and words incited a wrath that surpassed humiliation a thousandfold!
"Die for me!!!"
Countless black hairs trembled violently, erupting like a fountain, he completely liberated from human form, transforming into a torrent of darkness, sweeping grandly.
Where the writhing black hair passed, pairs of sinister eyes opened from the ground, water, broken walls, and remnants, viciously glaring at Huai Shi, even retroactively seeping into the fog of dreams, corroding this mist with streams of enormous eyes opening, sealing all his escape routes.
From outside to inside, inch by inch, it contracted!
Until Huai Shi snapped his fingers.
Darkness surged like tides, rising from his shadow, manifested as a portal, and then it opened with a roar.
Countless scarlet lights emerged from within.
Bloodthirsty eyes.
"Hallelujah!"
Iron hue surged, Raven attack rolled out, in an instant, lunging forth like a mighty tidal wave!
"Almost forgot, there’s this move!"
Huai Shi waved his hand, instantly, the former nine Candle-Holding Crows shuddered suddenly, their massive shells glowing, anger, compassion, pain, resentment... Source Armament attachment completed.
The mighty Raven attack launched a counterattack against the Hundred-Eyed Ghost!
Iron wings like blades, slicing through the entanglement of hair, razor-sharp claws and long beaks raised, frantically attacking the opened eyes.
For every eye that opened, there was one eye pecked out, for every raven entangled, two ravens broke free, for every bird killed, two birds carved scars into countless opened eyes.
Unconcerned with sacrifice and death, nearly exchanging life for injury, inflicting pain upon the enemy with madness.
Even if strangled by hair, pierced by evil eyes, torn apart, they would return in the form of Source Substance to the Dream Cage, watching the scene from the frontline raven, feeling exhilarated.
Accompanied by a harrowing scream, countless bloody tears burst forth from shattered eyes, like numerous scarlet streams merging together, painting a scarlet sea in the rain-soaked lake.
Writhing, sharp hair swept across, those eyes that were dying as they were born burst with evil light, criss-crossing, forcing back the raven flock attack with hate, an aged and hideous silhouette emerged from the blood, eyes riddled with cracks, spewing forth hateful light.
The old man roared madly: "You are absolutely not Huai Zhisu People!!!!"
"I am Huai Zhisu People."
Huai Shi shrugged, "It’s just that... Huai Zhisu People isn’t me actually."
Behind him, within the shadow, the silhouette of a delicate teenage girl gradually appeared, named as Huai Zhisu’s substitute, eyes opened, holding the Blade of Resent.
While Huai Shi, waved and drew the Sword of Virtue again.
Two similar yet distinctly different faces lifted up, smiling at the astonished Hundred-Eyed Ghost: "Since here we don’t have to worry about the vest falling off... then, let’s play with this trick for a bit."
In that moment, the fog of dreams once again rose.
In the darkness of the Buried Sacred Place, countless afterimages flew and spread.
Curses formed from evil thoughts and Fallen Divinity, wholly ineffective.
Hair entwined with resentment like blades met weapons even sharper, negative essence subdued by more mysterious and sacred attributes, left the furious Hundred-Eyed Ghost realizing his fangs were rendered useless.
But before he could ponder and analyze carefully, those two eerie faces were already whistling from both sides.
Overload State, release!
Rain turned to steam, rising in clouds, Yu Step Forward, combined with the Drummer’s forceful move mode, differing two weapons perfectly coordinated at one point, forming intersecting flashes.
A cross mark appeared in the air, a sharp explosive roar resonating.