859: Ignition (33) 859: Ignition (33) “Such decisiveness!”
Fu Qian was quite satisfied, as the hired muscle proved to be impressively powerful.
He had a profound experience with the power of this move.
According to Xiumeng, such a killer move that required the use of talismans to be certain of its release, was of considerably high rank.
So, although the “Saint” before him ranked much higher, Fu Qian wasn’t very optimistic about Its resistance to this attack.
As it turned out, tongues, after all, are afraid of flames.
Upon hitting the target, the intense white dots of light instantly started to spread outwards.
Everywhere it passed, innumerable ghosts were seen vaporizing.
But something seemed a bit different!
The next moment, Fu Qian furrowed his brows slightly.
Under the inexhaustibly destructive flames, although the giant tongue was struggling fiercely, the scorched areas weren’t annihilated into ash as they were when he had experienced it; instead, they glowed with a dazzling yellow brightness like ignited coal.
In the blink of an eye, the entire tongue appeared like a piece of coal set ablaze, yet without any signs of destruction, visibly spreading even to the sarcophagus.
This doesn’t feel quite right!
Dodging the few remaining ghosts with a series of quick changes in direction, Fu Qian silently appraised the situation.
He didn’t believe that this was a problem of Old Master Stoss’s power type; he remembered the last time he had slain numerous ghosts, how the “Saint” had undergone a similar change, just not as quickly.
This phenomenon felt more like the balance of power was being disrupted.
The flames were like a kind of contamination, where any external force would intensify the process.
…
While Fu Qian was lost in thought, the situation before him was greatly exhilarating to Xiumeng, especially when the ring of fire swept across.
He gestured to the two Stosses not to rush in for the kill; the next moment, he extended his hand as if touching something in the Void.
Old Master Logan’s body once again plummeted from the air.
At this moment, the “Saint” including the sarcophagus beneath, had almost entirely turned a bright yellow color, slowly spreading to the surroundings.
Without wasting any time, Xiumeng controlled Logan’s enormous body to move forward and meet the ring of fire.
Roar!
Amidst the painful howls, Old Master Logan’s body started to twist once again.
Unfortunately, even though the Night Watchmen were spirited, Fu Qian was all too aware of the subsequent healing effects.
He even felt too lazy to take another look, instead surveying his surroundings.
Under the spread of the flames, the existence of the great hall seemed to become illusory, to the point where he could already see the lake outside.
This “Saint” and the great hall clearly existed in this world in a special form.
And now, this unique independence was fading, making it feel as if Ballard and his team could arrive at any moment.
Recalling Yuan Fang’s somewhat ambiguous attitude previously, Fu Qian silently made a judgment in his heart.
Yuan Fang’s manipulation might not have excluded the idea of leading wolves into the house, hoping the Hunting Squad would “carry away” the flames.
So even if he had spotted their group just now, he might have chosen to ignore them.
But at this moment, faced with the clearly out-of-control situation, the likelihood of him calling for reinforcements had greatly increased.
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Of course, these were only details; the most pressing issue was that attacking the “Saint” also seemed to be incapable of fulfilling the mission.
So was this direction also incorrect?
If this direction was wrong too, then how exactly should they “put out the fire”?
The experiences from two missions flashed rapidly through his mind, comparing them one by one.
At one moment, Fu Qian suddenly realized something and actually stopped in his tracks.
The humanoid ghosts, which had been chasing and attempting to intercept him, finally found their opportunity and pounced onto him.
…
Just as he had anticipated.
Enveloped by several ghosts in an instant, Fu Qian could distinctly sense a transformation within himself.
It was a sensation far beyond the feeling of simply being surrounded by ghosts, the opposite of the Flame Blessing.
More importantly, even so, the indication of mission failure still hadn’t appeared.
It was indeed as he had thought, truly an interesting cognitive error!
For a time, Fu Qian felt deeply moved.
Having come all this way on the mission, as long as one had a certain awareness of the nature of the Unseen Hillock, then Xiumeng’s reaction was only human.
Don’t be contaminated, don’t merge with it, or else you’ll lose the “destiny” level of independence.