AWB Chapter 177 Seizing Yang Jian's Soul
Chapter 177 Seizing Yang Jian's Soul
This place is not a natural cave at all.
There was some sticky, dirty stuff dripping on the walls, and there was an indescribable old, divine smell in the air. The two smells mixed together, clashing with each other.
It wasn't a stone under my feet.
It feels soft and squishy when you step on it, like a layer of dried-out flesh.
This is a shattered, high-dimensional secret realm that has been forcibly crammed into the Scottish Highlands and turned into a cage.
The cave floor was littered with the corpses of Western monsters.
There were high-ranking angels with broken wings, and abyssal beasts that had been split in two, their intestines spilling out onto the ground.
There were so many corpses that they were piled up into a small mountain.
Zhao Lei used the edge of his shield to pry open the fragments of an angel's body and peered at the wound.
"This guy..."
He smacked his lips.
"That's fucking neat."
The cut was smooth, and it still had a sharp, clean look about it.
Lu Yan was very familiar with this kind of energy.
It's a remnant of the three-pointed double-edged sword.
Lu Yan glanced at the mess on the ground and roughly understood what had happened.
This is where Yang Jian's divine soul fought against the Western army.
Even though Erlang Shen was reduced to a mere wisp of a soul, he still had a good time killing people here.
However, there were simply too many monsters on the other side, and the false god had tampered with the rules, so Yang Jian's remnant soul was ultimately unable to defeat them and was trapped in this fragment.
"Stay close, everyone, and keep moving in."
Lu Yan's voice was flat.
The team didn't say much, kept their formation tight, and walked deeper into the rubble, stepping over the mangled flesh scattered on the ground.
The deeper you go, the stronger and more frenzied the aura of the Eastern immortals becomes.
After walking a few hundred meters, the road ahead became much wider.
There was a rather dilapidated altar in the middle of the cave.
A dark golden light shone on the altar.
A monster floated in mid-air.
It has six wings with holes in them, and its body has no skin, only countless, darting eyes.
A decadent and filthy smell emanated from it.
It was a mutated six-winged angel.
Right now, it's spreading its arms out, performing some kind of ritual on the altar.
Between the two arms formed by twisted fleshy tentacles, a dark gold crystal bottle was held.
The bottle was engraved with a ring of messy Western runes that flickered on and off.
Inside the bottle.
A wisp of silvery-white divine soul, transforming into the shadows of a dragon and a tiger, frantically crashed against the bottle wall.
With each impact, faint sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls could be heard.
The voice was filled with barely suppressed anger.
"It's Yang Jian's spirit!"
Lu Yan's eyes narrowed slightly.
He understood what the monster was doing.
"It's using this place as a point of contact to erase the imprint of the Eastern spirit!"
"I want to turn this divine soul into a tonic for the descent of a false god!"
He hadn't finished speaking.
"Let's do it!"
"Before he completely seizes your soul!"
"Don't hold back, everyone, cheer up!"
"Lu Yan, you're too slow!"
Xiao Qianyu didn't even turn around to look at him.
He looked ahead and saw that Xiao Qianyu had already rushed forward with her weapon.
This aloof and sophisticated woman never warns anyone when she starts a fight.
She vanished in a flash.
New talent: Blink Strike.
The next second, she was already above the mutated angel's head.
He swung the Dragon King Halberd with all his might, smashing it down on the head covered in eyeballs.
This happened too fast.
The mutated angel's hundreds of eyes suddenly turned and all fixed on Xiao Qian-Yu, who was descending from the sky.
A red energy shield shot out from the largest eye on its chest, attempting to block it.
At the same time, its tentacles shot out a large number of bone spikes oozing acid, sealing off all the places where Xiao Qianyu could hide.
This is an attempt to trade blows and force the opponent to retreat.
But it was facing the most elite national guard in China.
"Dream on!"
Zhao Leiguang had anticipated this move.
He roared, and two earth-pulsating shields appeared side by side in front of him, like a wall, blocking the path of the flying bone spikes.
A series of clanging and clattering sounds followed.
Those bone spikes that could pierce S-class armor, when they hit the Earth Pulse Suit, only splashed some sparks and didn't even leave a white mark.
The dump truck is very stable.
In that brief moment of respite, the following firepower arrived.
Lin Chuxue was too lazy to even chant the incantation.
This blood mage, with one blood and ten thousand shields, has no cooldown on her attacks; she can strike anytime she wants.
A crimson sea of fire, larger than the altar, erupted, completely blocking any escape route for the mutated angel.
Within the sea of fire, Wen Yue's attacks followed.
A shower of arrows fell from the sky.
Each crossbow bolt was fitted with a world-destroying thunderbolt flashing with lightning.
The high-explosive grenades instantly turned the area around the altar into a dead zone.
This unreasonable tactic took less than a second in total.
Before the mutated angel could even utter a sound, it was forced to retreat repeatedly, with several large holes blasted into its body, and black blood splattering everywhere.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lu Yan rushed straight through the flames of the explosion.
His right hand was shrouded in a black light that could devour everything.
It is the power of the Void Disc.
He completely ignored the holy light shield surrounding the crystal bottle.
Under the horrified gaze of the mutated angel.
Lu Yan grabbed the dark gold bottle and pried it out of its fleshy tentacles!
"ah--!"
For the first time, the monster let out a scream.
The shadow of the black lotus turned in Lu Yan's palm.
A tremendous suction force snapped the energy lines connecting the angel and the bottle on the spot.
This must have hurt even more than having its head chopped off.
Without its divine soul to sustain it, the mutated angel went completely mad.
All its eyes turned red, and its whole body swelled up like a balloon, as if it wanted to self-destruct and take everyone with it.
however.
A pure, almost divine, healing green light flew from behind and struck its largest wound squarely on its chest.
It was a gift from Su Yunqing's Yao Guang.
Highly effective treatment.
This pure life energy is more potent than the most potent medicine in the world to mutated angels, those filthy creatures.
"Sizzle—"
It was like a piece of red-hot iron being thrown into ice water.
The mutated angel screamed, and its entire body began to rot and turn black as if it had been doused with strong acid.
It didn't even have time to self-destruct before it turned into a handful of black ash and fell down in mid-air.
The soul container is in hand.
Lu Yan held the crystal bottle that was still shaking slightly, preparing to break the seal on it.
Before anyone could even catch their breath.
Rumble!
The entire fragment of the secret realm suddenly began to shake violently.
Large chunks of rock fell from above.
The dried meat on the ground had several bottomless cracks.
The dark patch above my head looked as if a pair of enormous, bare hands had forcibly torn a hole in it from the outside.