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Chapter 680 - Chapter 680 Chapter 66 Munis Feast (Part 2)

Chapter 680: Chapter 66 Muni’s Feast (Part 2) Chapter 680: Chapter 66 Muni’s Feast (Part 2) Mo, who had been attacking furiously, suddenly stood still and then cast his terrifying gaze upon Qian Wu.

Yang Zheng finally had a chance to catch his breath. He glanced at his left arm glowing with a crimson haze, which was now covered in cracks, like a fragile, cracked porcelain vase that was about to shatter into pieces in the next second.

Yang Zheng couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh, “If you don’t hurry up, I’m really going to lose my life here.”

After what seemed like an eternity, Mo managed to suppress the frenzy in his heart. He walked over to Qian Wu, turned his back to him, and bent down, “Get on, I’ll carry you.”

Qian Wu was hesitant, but then he realized Mo was turning his head to stare at him, his eyes full of an icy, brutal ferocity that seemed ready to erupt. He complied.

Mo was tall and strong. As he stood up straight, his body was inexplicably coated with a layer of iridescence that wrapped around both him and Qian Wu, giving Mo’s long ears and thick lips an added sense of a majestic, treasured elephant.

“Close your eyes, hold tight.”

As soon as Mo finished speaking, he soared into the air. This time, he vowed to devour Yang Zheng, skin, and bones, and all, until he was satisfied!

It was still a pounce, still a tearing bite, not a fraction of an inch off target. Yang Zheng held his breath, his crimson fist hammered fiercely towards Mo’s face, only to hear a clang of metal, Yang Zheng’s left arm could no longer bear it, starting to crack open from the iridescent back of the hand that made contact with Mo, crimson shards splattered everywhere. It was followed by his forearm, then the shoulder, and finally, Yang Zheng’s entire left side exploded, leaving the inside empty, while the resonance of the metal clashing lingered on and on.

Clang~~~~~~~

Mo, completely disregarding everything, bit a fist-sized black hole in Yang Zheng’s head, chewed heartily, his bulging cheeks making a crisp crunching sound. Gulping in three mouthfuls where two would do, most of Yang Zheng’s body disappeared into his mouth, leaving only his feet still standing.

Mo clearly ate with relish, his face flushed with excitement. With his tongue and teeth turned out, saliva splattering, his appearance, adorned with iridescence, was starkly at odds with his dignified air, creating a chaotic, demonic tension.

For a long time, the metallic clang of their clash did not fade, and instead of diminishing, it grew more resonant, as if about to pierce directly into one’s brain. Only then did Mo realize something was amiss.

He looked down, Yang Zheng’s feet were mostly submerged in seawater, the inside was void, pitch-black, as the sea breeze rose, lifting large swathes of black dust, glinting under the halo of the moon.

Mo covered his mouth, strenuously suppressing the urge to vomit, but still, a few black specks of dust escaped through his fingers, sparkling beautifully. He stared fixedly at the black dust he had vomited out, unable to believe that there was something in this world he couldn’t digest.

Candle Dragon’s Breath: Of Daqian Yanfu, the most turbid objects, a single grain of its breath can taint thirty-six thousand gods of this world.

Note: The god of Zhongshan, named Candle Yin, opens eyes for day, closes for night, breathes out for winter, breathes in for summer, neither drinks, eats, nor rests, its breath becomes the wind. Its body spans a thousand miles, residing in the East of the Nothingness. Its form, human face, serpent body, red in color, dwells under Zhongshan, Zheng comes from Zhongshan, born of Candle Yin’s nasal breath.

Vomit

Mo bent over, retching several times, his forehead covered in beads of sweat the size of soybeans, his body trembling uncontrollably, even Qian Wu on his back could feel it.

Now is the moment!

Mo and Ren Ni charged at the same time. One grabbed the sole of Yang Zheng’s remaining foot, and they turned and fled in two different directions!

But the moment Mo turned around, darkness suddenly engulfed his sight, and his body plunged into the rising sea water; blood gushing from his neck instantly polluted the waters.

Still adorned with drool at the corners of his mouth, the enraged Muni held Ren Ni’s neck in a firm grip that no amount of struggle could disturb. With his other hand he held Mo’s head, gasping for breath incessantly.

The sea washed over Mo’s corpse, and though headless, the body was still convulsing, attempting to stand. But soon, Muni pinned it down by the back, rendering it motionless.

Muni coldly stared at Ren Ni, bringing Mo’s head to his lips and tearing off a large chunk of flesh. As Muni feasted, Mo’s body ceased all movement.

Having consumed Mo, Muni’s complexion had improved considerably, seemingly recovering from the effects of the Candle Dragon’s Breath.

The night sky, which was once clear with sparse stars, was now overtaken by dark clouds that seemed so heavy they could collapse at any moment.

“Where are the others? Tell me, and I can make your death a little more comfortable.”

Ren Ni’s limbs felt ice cold. With his special talent, he had been invited to Third Eye Global just six months after entering Yan Fu. This bloodbath of an atmosphere was all too foreign to him.

Seeing Ren Ni remain silent, Muni licked the corner of his mouth and placed his hand on Ren Ni’s shoulder, giving it a light twist. The flesh and bones in Ren Ni’s shoulder were utterly crushed. Qian Wu had been gritting his teeth on Ren Ni’s back, bearing the pain, but when he couldn’t take it any longer and about to speak up, a glint of light from a valley flashed in his eyes. Seizing the moment, he swallowed the words that were on the verge of escaping his lips.

Suddenly deprived of an arm, Ren Ni couldn’t endure the excruciating pain and let out a wail. Annoyed by his noise, Muni was contemplating whether to start eating from the head, when a chilling slash from above struck down upon them. Without thinking, Muni used Ren Ni to parry, but the blade disregarded everything, severally slashing off the right half of Ren Ni’s shoulder along with half of Muni’s left arm!

Aaaahhhhhh~

In a mix of pain and rage, Muni glimpsed Li Yan’s furious face through the spray of blood.

Meanwhile, a white stone platform abruptly rose in the valley opposite the wind turbine moon, swarming with hastily working long-eared creatures. Soon, one side of the platform was laid with red glazed tiles, topped with a circular altar. Ye Shiru stood in the middle of the altar, with the Yellow Cloth Ritual Platform before her, embroidered with golden crows, Yi shooting the sun, and other mythical figures. From under Ye Shiru’s feet spread a purple Compass, and the regal aura of Hua Gai soaring up into the night sky was beyond expression.

On the other side, the high-powered lights of the wind turbines were all switched on. Zhao Xin held the Taixu Compass in hand, and the intense light converged into a single point in the compass on his palm.

The sun and moon shone together.

Muni sensed something was wrong and broke away from Li Yan, stretching his hand towards Zhao Xin’s direction, fingers poised to grasp.

Without a second thought, Li Yan tossed a dark shadow at Muni. It was a brownish-grey Turin Thin Dog, clawing and gnashing through the air towards Muni. This was the dog Li Yan had purchased before his second entry into Great Ming, intended to locate Lady Dan, but it had never been put to use and was left stored away.

Muni cast only a glance at the thin dog. What should have been an insignificant creature made him drastically change color. He even instinctively crossed his hands to protect his face, and the grip of his fingers became misshapen as a result. The mountain top under Zhao Xin seemed to silently crumble like a sand pile grasped tightly in a giant hand. The scorching wave skimmed across Zhao Xin’s face, and with a twist of his wrist, the Taixu Compass in his hand enveloped Muni and the rest within its scope.

…

The platform was completed, and the long-eared creatures chatteringly fell into formation, entering a black makeup box one by one in orderly sequence. It wasn’t until the last creature jumped into the box that Wan Die closed the lid. She craned her neck, gazing towards the harbor, but apart from a few discarded motorboats, there was nothing – not even Mo’s body – only the sound of waves crashing against the shore.