Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 116 Making a Move, Earth Surges with Magical Flames

The sky above the city gradually darkened.

The sun, which had been shining brightly all day, finally set behind the mountain.

Yan, who had spent the entire day and half the night on the rooftop, stood up, yawning repeatedly.

He stretched out his arms and yawned.

With a series of crackling sounds as my bones stretched, I finally felt a little better.

Although he possessed extraordinary abilities, it was clear that Yan had not been able to enhance them to the point of self-improvement.

Fortunately, the long wait has finally come to an end.

In the dirty alley he had been watching, the garbage that had been pressing on the manhole cover had been carefully pushed away.

Then, a sleazy figure, crouching low, slowly emerged from along the wall under the cover of darkness.

This reignited Yan's fighting spirit after a day of silence.

He turned around and walked towards the stairwell behind him.

...

At this time,
In the damp and dark alley downstairs,

The old dog's eyes darted around shrewdly in all directions.

But his footwork was not slow at all.

Like a mouse darting swiftly along a corner of a wall, it quickly slipped away in another direction.

But at this moment,

As he turned a corner.

At the entrance of a much wider alley.

The old streetlights cast their light, illuminating the silhouette of a person with their arms crossed, which appeared in the eyes of the old dog-man who was about to run away.

The person who appeared out of nowhere startled him.

He hurriedly and frantically looked behind him and around for suitable ambush positions.

The investigation revealed neither the usual Special Operations Bureau uniforms nor the suddenly switched-on searchlights.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He then glared fiercely at the figure blocking his path.

But in my heart, I was also secretly on high alert.

Regardless of how the other party found you.

His calm demeanor and the air he exuded made him seem unlike an ordinary person who had accidentally wandered into this place.

The fact that the other party was standing in his/her inevitable path meant that they were targeting him/her.

Slowing his pace, he cautiously approached the silent figure.
With only one arm remaining, he reached into the tattered bag and grasped the magic weapon.

Be prepared to respond to any possible attacks, or to launch a surprise attack and eliminate the opponent.

"Who are you? An enemy? Or someone from the government?"

As they slowly approached, they asked a question.

Instead of seeking a response, the goal is to lull the other party into a false sense of security and expose their weaknesses.

However, Yan, who was standing against the light at the alley entrance, saw his behavior.

His head was slightly raised, and his eyes revealed disdain.

The other party's intentions were obvious; they were preparing to launch a sneak attack. Anyone with eyes could see that.

But he didn't care at all.

He simply lowered his arms from behind.

With one hand in his pocket, he pulled out a small, seemingly stone-and-metal-like object from his pocket with the other, tossing it up and down in his hand.

Meanwhile, the young man dressed in red made no attempt to hide his disdain and arrogance in his actions.

And this seemed to be noticed by the old dog who was slowly approaching.

At this point, the distance had been reduced to less than ten meters.

next moment.

The old dog, dressed in dirty rags, had a deliberately suppressed expression on his face, but it immediately revealed a ferocious killing intent.

He suddenly pulled his hand out of his pocket.

Then, accompanied by a whooshing sound.

A fist-sized, jet-black object flew in an arc towards the young man who stood still, making no attempt to dodge.

Upon noticing this, Yan immediately took a step back.

The dark shadow thrown by the opponent landed on the ground and stretched out instantly in the next moment.

Looking through the lamplight behind me, I saw a large, gray insect, about the length of an arm.

At this moment, countless tiny limbs were flying on both sides.

Amidst a series of sparse crawling sounds, it darted swiftly toward the humans who had dodged away.

Noticing this disgusting scene, Yan, with his full head of red hair, frowned slightly behind his mask. His retreating figure stopped abruptly, and the tossed item in his hand was instantly grasped in his palm.

Finally, he slammed it violently onto the ground in front of him.

He clenched his fist, making no move, but the next moment...
"Crack!"

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in some of the dimly lit alleyways.

Suddenly, a ball of flame, half a person's height, rose into the air, forming a thick wall of fire that blocked his path between him and the disgusting insects.

The insects that the old dog threw out, whether due to low intelligence or something else, were...
It charged straight into the raging wall of fire.

Almost instantly, accompanied by a faint hiss, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished.
It was actually burned into smoke by the flames.

The old dog, witnessing this scene, widened his eyes in surprise.

I had considered that this insect, which wasn't primarily designed to cause harm, might be killed by the other party, but I never expected it to be killed in such a terrifying way.

At this moment, he realized that he was probably doomed today.

That kind of flame was clearly no ordinary thing.

It can burn out of thin air, and in a very orderly manner, neither spreading nor going out.

And look at how the insect was burned to death in just a moment.

Although it is known that the insects created by the ants are relatively fragile, they are still demonic insects that can survive various attacks and gunfire.

Even so, he only lasted less than a breath in the flames, almost dying upon contact.

Thinking about it this way, if I, with no physical enhancements, were to touch the flames, my fate would probably be even worse than that of the insects just now.

"Gulu~"

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he nervously swallowed.

The two glyphs that were originally held in hand to prevent unexpected counterattacks are obviously no longer needed.

They could only slowly retreat along the route they had taken earlier.

A pair of narrow, triangular eyes stared intently at the red-haired youth who was unleashing flames.

They were afraid that the other party would suddenly attack or use some other means to kill them on the spot.

Meanwhile, Yan burned the insects to death.

Upon seeing the target trying to escape, it immediately took a step to the side, dodging the flames, and chased after it.

The old dog, who had been slowly backing away after noticing the other party's movements, immediately turned and ran without hesitation.

He moved as fast as he could, weaving back and forth through the alleyways he knew so well.

However, he was old and frail.

Although they had just consumed some rare and precious herbs underground to replenish their strength.

But he was seriously injured, and the person chasing him was a young man, so there was a huge difference in their physical strength.

Before he had run far, Yan, who had come from behind, closed in on him.

With the latter flicking his hand.

Then the next moment.

The old dog, still fleeing for his life, suddenly felt a bright light before his eyes.

The next moment, blazing flames shot up almost right past the tip of his nose.

Startled, he trembled and rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the terrifying fire spell.

And this obstruction was used as an opportunity.

Yan also ran over quickly and stepped on the back of the old dog who was about to get up.

Press the body that was being supported back onto the ground.

"How was it? Did you feel the same fear as the child you abducted?"

The old dog, who was still struggling, paused upon hearing this.

With difficulty, he turned his head to look at the red-haired young man on his back, who was still fiddling with the object in his hand.

He tentatively spoke, sounding somewhat uncertain.

"An enemy?"

He was genuinely starting to panic.

If other evil cultivators only want to seize his magical treasures, then at most they will die.

But if it's someone you've wronged who's seeking revenge, then you'd be lucky to die a peaceful death today.

They were bound to suffer some torment.

Thinking back to when he met with the other two heretical cultivators,

A wicked woman tortures a drunk man who is having an affair; the screams that emanate from the room are heart-wrenching.

And the way the bodies were scattered and disorganized when they were cleaned up afterwards.

I couldn't help but put myself in their shoes, and a chill ran down my spine.

(End of this chapter)