Chapter 193: Disappearing
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Chapter 193: Disappearing
The Fu Clan werent strangers to losing pursuers. They were famous for their assassination techniques, so they had many methods of tracking down their quarry. The obvious target was a decoy, the Beetle already melted into a puddle of liquid. Their gazes immediately transferred to the two dozen insects that had been released from the Beetle. Some of them chose to take on more of the Chong Clan elders and adding two more to the search. Five of the Fu Clan quickly killing and isolating the insects. At that moment something seemed to change and the insects rapidly started to scatter. A Fu Clan member made a quick decision, yelling out to the many spectators.
Anyone who catches one of those big insects will be rewarded handsomely by the Fu Clan.
An enterprising member of the crowd stepped forward, How handsomely?
Quickly name your price, just hurry up and catch them!Ñøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.
Three Pain Burner pills per insect!
The Fu Clan grit their teeth before one of them called out, Agreed! Now hurry up, dont let them escape!
Hey, what about our Pills! Dont you break your word, Fu Clan!
The man that yelled out impatiently at them suddenly felt a coldness and then his head tumbled off his shoulders. The Fu Clan quickly tossed small pill bottles at the remaining insects and dove into the crater. Some of them dove into the holes which they found further branched again twenty feet further down. Others cut their own arms and combined the blood into a strange iron bowl. Tossing in random body parts from different demonic beasts and starting to chant in unison. Then, they added some of the blood from when Lang Shengs leg had been severed, they had collected it from the ground and already had a vial of it.
Above the iron bowl the blood coalesced into a bunch of ghostly spirits. Four blood red spirits surrounded a single white spirit. They looked only vaguely like humanoids, more like ghosts from campfire stories. Faces with empty eye sockets, gaping mouths, and dissolving to mist from the waist down. Apparitions with terrified faces and grasping hands. The red ones quickly advanced on the white one and clamped their hands down on its body. After a few minutes the white spirit was subdued, bound up with glowing black chains. The red spirits carried the white one, and it seemed to draw them in a certain direction like a compass.
Six of the Fu Clan members were following the tunnels underground, the other six stood up and followed rapidly after the strange group of spirits. Some of the people in the crowd started to whisper among themselves, discussing the strange and unusual methods of a clan of Assassins.
It wasnt much longer before loud rumbling sounded out from the ground. Huge swathes of the landscape were suddenly overturned and huge black worms were tossed into the air and sliced into hundreds of thin discs. One of them spit out the body of a man with one leg before it was sliced apart. That man could only lift himself to a seated position and stare at the Fu Clan. Poisonous spores flew out in all directions and then thick roots sprung up around him and encircled him, combining together into the trunk of a huge tree. The tree was sliced down with one swipe of that huge scythe, pulled apart by a set of giant hands made out of shadows. A dozen tiny hornet nests he threw out were met in mid-air by smoke bombs, dissolving the hornets inside them.
Lang Sheng started to laugh hysterically, silenced a few moments later as the tip of a spear burst forth from his throat. The shaft of the spear originated from his own shadow behind him, stabbing forth from the ground and quickly taking his life. Lang Shengs body fell lifelessly to the ground. The white spirit that had led them there instantly disappeared. One of the Fu Clan members checked the body, picking up a Storage Ring and Beast Bag before stowing the body completely within their own ring. A one armed man stepped out from behind a tree and bowed to the others, Fu Zedong thanks the Elders for getting rid of a future problem.
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Chapter 193: Disappearing
The Fu Clan werent strangers to losing pursuers. They were famous for their assassination techniques, so they had many methods of tracking down their quarry. The obvious target was a decoy, the Beetle already melted into a puddle of liquid. Their gazes immediately transferred to the two dozen insects that had been released from the Beetle. Some of them chose to take on more of the Chong Clan elders and adding two more to the search. Five of the Fu Clan quickly killing and isolating the insects. At that moment something seemed to change and the insects rapidly started to scatter. A Fu Clan member made a quick decision, yelling out to the many spectators.
Anyone who catches one of those big insects will be rewarded handsomely by the Fu Clan.
An enterprising member of the crowd stepped forward, How handsomely?
Quickly name your price, just hurry up and catch them!Ñøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.
Three Pain Burner pills per insect!
The Fu Clan grit their teeth before one of them called out, Agreed! Now hurry up, dont let them escape!
Hey, what about our Pills! Dont you break your word, Fu Clan!
The man that yelled out impatiently at them suddenly felt a coldness and then his head tumbled off his shoulders. The Fu Clan quickly tossed small pill bottles at the remaining insects and dove into the crater. Some of them dove into the holes which they found further branched again twenty feet further down. Others cut their own arms and combined the blood into a strange iron bowl. Tossing in random body parts from different demonic beasts and starting to chant in unison. Then, they added some of the blood from when Lang Shengs leg had been severed, they had collected it from the ground and already had a vial of it.
Above the iron bowl the blood coalesced into a bunch of ghostly spirits. Four blood red spirits surrounded a single white spirit. They looked only vaguely like humanoids, more like ghosts from campfire stories. Faces with empty eye sockets, gaping mouths, and dissolving to mist from the waist down. Apparitions with terrified faces and grasping hands. The red ones quickly advanced on the white one and clamped their hands down on its body. After a few minutes the white spirit was subdued, bound up with glowing black chains. The red spirits carried the white one, and it seemed to draw them in a certain direction like a compass.
Six of the Fu Clan members were following the tunnels underground, the other six stood up and followed rapidly after the strange group of spirits. Some of the people in the crowd started to whisper among themselves, discussing the strange and unusual methods of a clan of Assassins.
It wasnt much longer before loud rumbling sounded out from the ground. Huge swathes of the landscape were suddenly overturned and huge black worms were tossed into the air and sliced into hundreds of thin discs. One of them spit out the body of a man with one leg before it was sliced apart. That man could only lift himself to a seated position and stare at the Fu Clan. Poisonous spores flew out in all directions and then thick roots sprung up around him and encircled him, combining together into the trunk of a huge tree. The tree was sliced down with one swipe of that huge scythe, pulled apart by a set of giant hands made out of shadows. A dozen tiny hornet nests he threw out were met in mid-air by smoke bombs, dissolving the hornets inside them.
Lang Sheng started to laugh hysterically, silenced a few moments later as the tip of a spear burst forth from his throat. The shaft of the spear originated from his own shadow behind him, stabbing forth from the ground and quickly taking his life. Lang Shengs body fell lifelessly to the ground. The white spirit that had led them there instantly disappeared. One of the Fu Clan members checked the body, picking up a Storage Ring and Beast Bag before stowing the body completely within their own ring. A one armed man stepped out from behind a tree and bowed to the others, Fu Zedong thanks the Elders for getting rid of a future problem.
Chapter 193: DisappearingThe Fu Clan werent strangers to losing pursuers. They were famous for their assassination techniques, so they had many methods of tracking down their quarry. The obvious target was a decoy, the Beetle already melted into a puddle of liquid. Their gazes immediately transferred to the two dozen insects that had been released from the Beetle. Some of them chose to take on more of the Chong Clan elders and adding two more to the search. Five of the Fu Clan quickly killing and isolating the insects. At that moment something seemed to change and the insects rapidly started to scatter. A Fu Clan member made a quick decision, yelling out to the many spectators.Anyone who catches one of those big insects will be rewarded handsomely by the Fu Clan.An enterprising member of the crowd stepped forward, How handsomely?Quickly name your price, just hurry up and catch them!Nvl-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.Three Pain Burner pills per insect!The Fu Clan grit their teeth before one of them called out, Agreed! Now hurry up, dont let them escape!Hey, what about our Pills! Dont you break your word, Fu Clan!The man that yelled out impatiently at them suddenly felt a coldness and then his head tumbled off his shoulders. The Fu Clan quickly tossed small pill bottles at the remaining insects and dove into the crater. Some of them dove into the holes which they found further branched again twenty feet further down. Others cut their own arms and combined the blood into a strange iron bowl. Tossing in random body parts from different demonic beasts and starting to chant in unison. Then, they added some of the blood from when Lang Shengs leg had been severed, they had collected it from the ground and already had a vial of it. Above the iron bowl the blood coalesced into a bunch of ghostly spirits. Four blood red spirits surrounded a single white spirit. They looked only vaguely like humanoids, more like ghosts from campfire stories. Faces with empty eye sockets, gaping mouths, and dissolving to mist from the waist down. Apparitions with terrified faces and grasping hands. The red ones quickly advanced on the white one and clamped their hands down on its body. After a few minutes the white spirit was subdued, bound up with glowing black chains. The red spirits carried the white one, and it seemed to draw them in a certain direction like a compass. Six of the Fu Clan members were following the tunnels underground, the other six stood up and followed rapidly after the strange group of spirits. Some of the people in the crowd started to whisper among themselves, discussing the strange and unusual methods of a clan of Assassins. It wasnt much longer before loud rumbling sounded out from the ground. Huge swathes of the landscape were suddenly overturned and huge black worms were tossed into the air and sliced into hundreds of thin discs. One of them spit out the body of a man with one leg before it was sliced apart. That man could only lift himself to a seated position and stare at the Fu Clan. Poisonous spores flew out in all directions and then thick roots sprung up around him and encircled him, combining together into the trunk of a huge tree. The tree was sliced down with one swipe of that huge scythe, pulled apart by a set of giant hands made out of shadows. A dozen tiny hornet nests he threw out were met in mid-air by smoke bombs, dissolving the hornets inside them. Lang Sheng started to laugh hysterically, silenced a few moments later as the tip of a spear burst forth from his throat. The shaft of the spear originated from his own shadow behind him, stabbing forth from the ground and quickly taking his life. Lang Shengs body fell lifelessly to the ground. The white spirit that had led them there instantly disappeared. One of the Fu Clan members checked the body, picking up a Storage Ring and Beast Bag before stowing the body completely within their own ring. A one armed man stepped out from behind a tree and bowed to the others, Fu Zedong thanks the Elders for getting rid of a future problem.
