Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 664 Struggle! (Part 8)

"Keep going! Keep going, don't stop!"

Not far away, Li Ran gave the order and shouted.

One squad of soldiers quickly crouched down, and another squad of riflemen immediately followed, aimed at the target, and fired!

Then came the third round.

Three rounds of continuous fire, like a cascading waterfall, leaving no gaps and no way to dodge.

"Mist Lotus!"

The cold, yin energy gathered together, forming a protective barrier shaped like an ice lotus.

Bang! !

The barrage of comments flowed like an ocean current, and upon contact with the ice lotus, they exploded violently.

The ice lotus exploded completely, and layers of ice mist appeared under the effect of true energy. The ice sand and snow fragments in the ice mist spread in the air, forming a cold deceleration zone. Large numbers of special bullets were slowed down and restrained when they passed through, losing their momentum and falling to the ground.

Panting heavily, Zhong Han formed a hand seal and collapsed to the ground.

The Mist Lotus is the first divine ability she has mastered, and it is also her strongest defense at present.

Even so, she had only managed to hold out for less than three breaths before exhausting all her true strength.

It can fire in three rounds in a continuous cycle, with bullets flying incessantly and barrages of fire, while large swaths of red light bombard the enemy like rays of light.

"A torrent!"

Gongsun Jing also acted decisively at this moment, letting out a delicate shout.

Strength surged through the air, creating gusts of wind that crisscrossed the surrounding area for tens of meters, accompanied by howling sounds. Thick moisture was forced out of the air by the strength of the strength, gathering into a layer of water that completely surrounded the four people.

crackling sounds...

Like rain pattering on banana leaves, a large number of fine bullets struck the water shield, causing violent tremors. Countless dense spikes and dents appeared one after another inside the water shield.

Fortunately, this water shield, though seemingly fragile, was actually quite resilient and withstood three rounds of continuous firing.

clang…...

After the last bullet landed, Gongsun Jing's face turned deathly pale, and her body was equally weak and powerless.

Like Zhong Han, her internal energy was almost completely depleted.

At this moment, the area in front of the library was in a mess.

Large plumes of white smoke rose, the vapors from the impact of the collision. The surrounding ground, window frames, tables, and chairs were riddled with countless bullet holes. *Thump thump thump...*

Fang Huandao took one step at a time, passing through the white mist, and slowly walked in.

He looked at the exhausted men before him, his face cold: "I've already said it, all you've done is futile resistance..."

He shook his head, but continued walking towards the stairwell without stopping.

After exhausting their strength, Zhong Han and the other two could only lean helplessly against the side of the stairs, their faces gloomy.

“You…you can’t come in…” The elder smiled bitterly, propped his elbow on the stairs, and blocked Fang Huandao’s way.

He was the only one besides Elder Fu, Gongsun Jing, and Zhong Han who still possessed some remaining power.

The reason the Grand Secretary was placed at the very back was because he was already seriously injured from the start. Therefore, the safest position at the rear was reserved for him.

Unexpectedly, he is now protecting the other three.

"Get out of my way, or you will die." Fang Huandao said calmly, "Senior Linghe, I respect elders. Perhaps you have experienced much more than I have."

But Jingtian Manor is history; foolish insistence will only cause greater casualties. Let it end here. Perhaps, out of respect for Yuanmiao Sect, you can cripple your martial arts and I may let you leave.

For someone of his status and position to attack someone who had almost lost the ability to fight was simply an insult.

He disdained to do it, nor was he willing to do it.

"No..." the elder said with a bitter smile, gathering the little true energy he had left. "I'm sorry, but the rules are the rules. Outsiders are not allowed to enter the inner library."

His body was still covered in scabs, and with his inner strength surging, his muscles bulged, and streams of blood kept seeping out from the open wounds.

"..." Fang Huandao paused for a moment, "Why bother? It's a pointless thing."

He slowly removed a black iron ring from his arm guard. *Whoosh...*

True energy adhered to it, quickly forming a ring of airflow like a flame.

"Goodbye, senior." He bowed slightly, lowered his head, and gently tossed the iron ring.

call out…...

The seemingly light iron ring flew to the Grand Secretary's front in an instant.

The Grand Secretary was caught completely off guard and had no time to offer any resistance. Or rather, he knew that resistance would be futile.

However, he wanted to prove his point by dying.

"Junior brother!!!"

Old Fu stared with fury, his fingernails digging into the cracks in the floor tiles, trying to move his body.

But he was too weak.

The fingernail was turned outwards, revealing the white, stubble of bone underneath, yet it remained motionless.

He was, after all, quite old, and forcing himself to use his vital energy to fight two consecutive battles with Li Ran and Chen Ying had pushed him to his physical limits.

Not to mention that the final barrage of attacks had exhausted even his last bit of strength.

Zhong Han's eyes were also glistening with tears, and she couldn't bear to close them.

Snapped.

A large hand appeared from behind the Grand Secretary and easily grabbed the iron ring.

"Huh? You play with hoops too? What, are you related to Fang Jiulian?" A somewhat surprised male voice rang out.

"You are...?!" Fang Huandao felt himself instantly lose his connection to the true energy, and his expression changed.

"This voice..." Old Fu, lying on the ground, frowned, the sound sounding somewhat familiar.

Gongsun Jing also looked in the direction of the sound, but she couldn't move her body. Looking up, she could only see a large hand, and nothing else.

"Han Yi...?!" Zhong Han's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a look of joy burst forth.

At this moment, apart from the person she was thinking about.

No one can save everything anymore.

"Whether it has meaning or not... is not for you to define here..." Han Yi, clutching the iron ring, slowly walked out from the darkness of the stairs.

After escaping Zhang Qiong of Wanhua Palace, he hurried as fast as he could and finally caught up.

Fortunately, he didn't get too entangled with Zhang Qiong, otherwise, it could have almost resulted in a death.

He glanced at Zhong Han and the other two who were collapsed on the ground, and then at the Grand Secretary who was waiting to die with his eyes closed.

"Your Excellency, go and take care of the three of them..." Han Yi smiled, and with an invisible force, gently pushed Zhong Han and the other two behind him. "Thank you for your hard work. Rest first. I'll handle everything else." He nodded to Zhong Han and the others, and walked step by step towards Fanghuan Road.

"Meaning, a simple word, may seem to you like a waste of time and life... but in reality, it may be something that someone else spends their entire life pursuing and yearning for..."

Han Yi slowly closed his hands, and the iron ring immediately made a cracking sound as it could no longer bear the weight.

"But one thing is true: only by living can we discuss whether something has any meaning!" He suddenly tightened his grip on his finger.

Click!

The hard iron ring, infused with real strength, was easily crushed by him with one hand.

Large amounts of iron filings flew out, exploding in the air like rays.

"Beast Demon... Han Yi... a remnant of Jingtian Manor, who harmed so many of my soldiers..." Fang Huandao's expression was solemn, his body surging with true energy, ready to unleash it. "However, now that you're here, don't even think about leaving... I've prepared a lot especially for you..." He narrowed his eyes, observing the person opposite him.

He refused to believe that with the entire government army, along with two members of the Three Mountains Sect, so many experts and hundreds of elites, they still couldn't take down these few people from Jingtian Manor.

"Leave?" Han Yi laughed immediately, then asked in surprise, "Wait a minute, didn't Fang Jiulian tell you about my true strength?"

"Big brother? What?" Fang Huandao was taken aback.

He knew that Han Yi had fought Fang Jiulian once before, and the two had fought to a draw.

But as far as he knew, Han Yi had only managed to achieve a draw by taking advantage of the situation and launching a surprise attack on Fang Jiulian's vital points.

In terms of true strength, he's at most a grandmaster.

"..." Han Yi shook his head. "It seems Fang Jiu didn't tell you anything..."

In his first encounter with Fang Jiulian, he did indeed gain the upper hand.

However, in the following period, he challenged Fang Jiulian to a duel more than once. There were at least seven or eight duels, and each time the outcome was evenly matched.

He didn't mention this to anyone, and I suspect Fang Jiulian did the same.

"So, without Fang Jiulian... the current government army is simply not interesting..." Han Yi sighed, and his figure suddenly flashed.

"Oh no!" Fang Huan's vision blurred and the person disappeared.

"Earth Kunlun!" he shouted, and a layer of earth-yellow true energy was rapidly drawn away, forming countless thick vortexes around him.

boom! ! !

However, it was meaningless. It was just a punch.

First came a cold, sharp force, followed by an unstoppable, immense power.

Fang Huandao's protective true energy was instantly broken, and even the hard armor he wore and the bronze double maces he held in his hands shattered and exploded like glass.

He was thrown out like a cannonball, flying dozens of meters away.

The white smoke inside the library was also dispersed and dissipated by the airflow.

In mid-air, Fang Huandao finally realized just how vast the gap was between him and Han Yi.

Bang!

In the open space in front of the library, a crater more than a person deep burst open, as if it had been bombarded by a cannon, with countless fragments of stone and gravel flying everywhere.

All of this happened far too fast. In the eyes of the government troops and the members of the Three Mountains Sect, Fang Huandao had barely entered the library when he was immediately sent flying.

"What's going on...?!"

"this…...!!"

The group exchanged glances and looked at each other blankly.

Only now did they realize that something was wrong.

As the white smoke dissipated, a figure slowly emerged.

This man was tall and strong; even beneath his wide black robes, the robust muscles of his physique were still visible. His imposing and domineering aura made him appear like a city wall from a distance, inspiring both fear and reverence.

Han Yi maintained his punching stance, his expression calm.

"Remember this: Only the living have the right to talk about whether something is meaningful... The dead are meaningless."

Having said that, he slowly walked to the steps and looked down at the crowd before him. "Are you... here to die too?"

His words immediately caused a great uproar among the crowd.

"It's Han Yi, the Beast Demon, from a branch... arrogant!!"

"Let's go together!"

"We came here specifically to wipe out the remnants of Jingtian Manor, what is there to fear?"

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Han Yi.

But no matter who it was, no one dared to make a rash move.

Jin Hu Fang Huandao was arguably the strongest among them. Even he was knocked back with a single punch; the remaining few present had no idea of ​​his true strength.

"Han Yi, you brat, prepare to die!" Suddenly, a figure leaped up from the ground and pounced on Han Yi at lightning speed.

"You killed my son! You must pay with your blood! Die!!!" Chen Ying's expression changed drastically the moment he saw Han Yi appear. He had been holding back for so long, but he could no longer contain himself.

Streaks of blue energy, like ribbons, swirled and coiled around him.

call out!

Chen Ying's speed was astonishing. With a light step, he used leverage to unleash his true energy, which struck Han Yi's head like a blue lightning bolt.

"Your son...?!" Han Yi was slightly taken aback. In that short moment of surprise, Chen Ying was already right in front of him.

Of course, to outsiders, it was just that Chen Ying was too fast and he didn't have time to react.

Chen Ying curled his fingers into a claw, and his true energy, guided by his qi, simultaneously transformed into a phantom of lightning, which he then slashed down fiercely.

boom!

A massive black sword suddenly appeared, engulfing Han Yi. The immense force of the collision writhed like a snake in the grass, the scattered energy scattering outwards, blowing away wooden windows, shattering hanging red lanterns, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

The powerful shockwave impacted the surrounding area, spreading over a ten-meter radius before slowly dissipating.

Even though Chen Ying reacted quickly and stopped immediately, his body was still somewhat numb from the impact.

"Your son..." Han Yi frowned, puzzled. "Who is your son?"

The incident involving Chen Ying happened so long ago, and so many accidents occurred during that time that his memory of it has become somewhat hazy.

"you…...?!!!"

Chen Ying's claws were firmly pressed against the black greatsword, his eyes bulging as if they were about to spit fire.

"My son Chen Lingmo... did you kill him?!" He stared at Han Yi's calm face, suppressing his anger, and said each word slowly and deliberately.

"Chen Lingmo?" Han Yi's memory was instantly pulled back to that dark night.