Genshin Impact: A Traveler with Only Two Skills

Just when Ling Yue and Bai Han were about to start the second round of confrontation, Ying suddenly rushed between them. Ling Yue reacted immediately, and her figure flashed, and she appeared behind Bai Han the next second.

So, Ying and Lingyue, one in front and one behind, surrounded Bai Han.

Seeing this, Bai Han simply gave up on defense, holding the spear, and hitting the two people at the same time with the tip and the butt of the spear. His rough fighting style made Ling Yue afraid. She was worried that Gui Yan would be injured, so she had to put away her sword to block.

But Ying did not have such concerns, and in terms of swordsmanship alone, Ying was obviously more advanced. She deflected Bai Han's attack with one sword, and swung out another sword almost at the same time.

Bai Han had no way to avoid this sword. He could only watch as the sacrificial sword continued to grow larger in his eyes, until finally everything in his sight turned blood red.

"Ugh!"

Bai Han screamed in pain. One of his eyes was scratched by Ying and he could no longer see, but the other eye was still intact.

A scarlet light emanated from Bai Han's intact eye, which was obviously a mental attack.

Fortunately, Ying was well prepared. After a successful attack, she retracted her Wings of Wind and landed on the ground while Bai Han was injured and couldn't see the surroundings clearly. This move also allowed her to successfully avoid Bai Han's attack.

Seeing this, Ling Yue immediately cast a spell. Countless thick vines appeared out of thin air and surrounded Bai Han. Then she raised her right hand and pointed towards the sky. A bright light actually fell from the moon hanging high in the sky and directly hit the circle of vines.

The bright light penetrated the vines and even left a hole on the ground that was as thick as an arm but had no bottom. The vines seemed to have been drained of their vitality and began to dry up and turn brown. In just a moment, they turned into a pool of rotten mud.

Ling Yue was confident that if this move hit Bai Han, even if he didn't die, his strength would be greatly reduced, and the vitality in his body would be mostly wiped out. As long as the opponent lost his physical body, even if he had the blood of an immortal to enhance his strength, Bai Han, who was only left with a soul, would not be a threat.

But the reality went against one's wishes. Bai Han's figure had already disappeared among the vines.

……

"here we go."

In an ordinary house in Dongcheng District, Wumian and Sanger were watching the battle at the archway from afar.

Nowadays, all the people in the city have been evacuated to the Tiancang Sect using magic. The huge East City District is silent at this time, and all the rooms are dark. Only occasional gusts of wind add a chill to the winter night.

"Haha, a battle between two immortals is rare to see." Wumian smiled frivolously, and seeing Sangge's grim expression, he continued:

"Let's watch their battles more. We will become immortals soon, and this is a rare opportunity to learn."

But Sangge didn't listen to Wumian's words at all. He looked at the familiar environment around him and felt as if there was an indescribable thing blocking his heart, making him feel a little breathless.

"I have not betrayed you. Look, the people in the city have all been safely evacuated to your sect. The only ones participating in the battle now are my two 'companions', a possessed immortal, two outsiders, and at most your fellow disciples. But I don't think they can play any role."

"Anyway, I didn't lie to you. Everyone in the city will be safe."

"What happens next?" Sanger finally spoke. He looked at the demonic figure in the sky and asked:

"If it was that...senior, if he defeated those two outsiders, would the people in the city still be able to survive?"

Wumian turned his head and looked at the battlefield in the sky. It was the time when Ying blinded Bai Han's eye with a sword, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he pulled the skin on his face with his hands and smiled.

"By then, we will have become immortals. There is no need to worry about this problem. I have my own way to take him away. After all, I have finally got a companion in the earthly immortal realm. I can't just waste him like this."

These words did not make Sanger's expression better. He still felt that the guilt in his heart was almost suffocating him.

He betrayed his sect, colluded with the evil monks, and even watched the immortals of his own sect become possessed by the devil.

But now that things have come to this, Sangge didn't know how to turn back. He stopped thinking about these painful things and asked Wumian:

"How?"

He was not worried that Wumian would abandon him just because his plan was successful, because the person behind him was obviously also a smart guy and well-informed, and seemed to know Sanger's current situation.

The other party did not show up in person when handing the immortal blood to Wumian, and the transaction was still conducted through Sangge. This made Wumian unable to know the source of the immortal blood, and Sangge was still useful to him.

"This, this, this." Wumian muttered a few times, and this time there was even a smile in his eyes.

He saw Bai Han dodge Ling Yue's attack, and the sky in the distance was suddenly filled with demonic energy.

"[How], the result is about to come."

After saying that, Wumian took out a small box from his arms. It looked like an ordinary wooden box, but it had an exquisite spider-web pattern on it.

Wumian tapped the surface of the wooden box twice with his slender fingers. Although he did not see any mechanism and did not feel any fluctuation of magical power, Wumian's fingers suddenly broke, and a drop of bright red blood flowed from his fingertips to the surface of the wooden box.

Then, the spider-web-like patterns actually began to burn, but the flames were not strong. It was like sparks left on a piece of paper, eating away at the wooden box bit by bit.

Soon the entire wooden box was burned to ashes, but the contents inside did not fall out, but floated in Wumian's hand.

Sanger was curious for a moment, so he leaned over to take a look, only to find that it was actually an eye.

Is that a human eye or some other animal's eye?

Sanger didn't have time to carefully distinguish, because the moment he saw those eyes, he found that his attention was completely attracted to them.

He saw that there seemed to be another eye deep in the pupil of that eye, but he also felt that it seemed to be a mouth.

This made him confused, and he couldn't help but want to take a closer look to see clearly what it was. But then he found that there were layers upon layers inside, and deep in the pupil was another eye, and deep in the eye was another eye.

It was like a bottomless pit; the longer he looked, the deeper he sank.

Suddenly, he felt that these eyes were quite charming. It was not a kind of charm with desire, nor did it conform to his definition of beauty, but he could not take his eyes away.

Suddenly, there was darkness in front of his eyes, and it was the Faceless that covered his eyes.

The sudden darkness startled Sanger, but after realizing what had just happened, his back quickly became wet with sweat.

Fear, despair, sadness, and a sense of emptiness that could not be expressed in words surged into his heart. When Wumian took his hand away, Sang's face was already full of tears.

These sudden emotions were heavier than the guilt in his heart and penetrated deeper into his bones than the guilt in his heart.

"Wu...wu...ah..." He couldn't help sobbing and was unable to speak for a while.

However, Wumian did not care about Sang's emotions. He just took action just to avoid losing a "companion" who was still valuable.

He stared at the eyeball in his hand, then swallowed it in one gulp. He felt the foreign object pass through his mouth and enter his esophagus, but it did not fall into his stomach. Instead, it suddenly went up, penetrated his body, and went directly into his brain.

“Woo-hoo!”

Wumian spat out a mouthful of blood, and then blood flowed from his eyes, ears and nostrils. There seemed to be something invisible beating in the fresh blood.

But he didn't care about the tragic sight of bleeding from all seven orifices. He breathed quietly, and there were sticky "pop" sounds coming from inside his body, as if his internal organs were colliding and merging with each other.

If it were an ordinary person, this state would be enough to make him roll on the ground in pain, but Wumian seemed to be enjoying the changes in his body.

After a moment, he let out a comfortable groan, and a vertical eye actually opened on his forehead.

This vertical eye is exactly the same as the eyeball that Sanger saw. Just staring at it would seem as if one would fall into the endless abyss of the pupil.

"Hehe." Wumian laughed, and his laughter was very calm, just like the smile he would make while chatting with good friends.

Then he raised his head, and the blood that was still flowing on his face returned to his body.

Only the blood he spit out at the beginning actually began to flow on the ground by itself, and finally formed an intricate magic circle with Wumian as the center.

As the magic circle took shape, Bai Han’s howls were heard from the battlefield in the distant sky.

"The time has come!"

Wumian opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the moonlight and the entire world. As he moved, the ground in Dongcheng District began to shake violently.

"In the great wilderness of the south, there is a tree called How."

"【How】, get up!"