Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 510 - 289 Summoning

Chapter 510: 289 Summoning

Boom!

The fireball struck the alien creature precisely, and the flames burst forth in an instant, engulfing it!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the fire roared as if it had the power to burn the heavens and boil the seas, its momentum startling.

The temperature surged rapidly!

Engulfed in flames, the alien creature quickly plunged from midair.

"Gah-jee~"

From within the flames, a sharp cry from the creature rang out, sounding like a crow’s wail, unbearably unpleasant to the ear.

The creature fell to the ground, flames billowing from its body, rolling about uncontrollably.

The courtyard quickly became a sea of fire.

Fang Zhixing’s gaze sharpened, seizing the opportunity, and he chopped down with his sword.

Swoosh!

The flames split in two, curling up to both sides.

The alien creature suddenly stopped struggling, its head and body severed, cut into two pieces.

[3, Cut off the heads of 10 Fifth Level creatures (1/10)]

The System Panel suddenly flashed with light.

"So it really is a Fifth Level Mutant Beast!"

Fang Zhixing thought to himself as expected, the alien creature must have been an adult Fifth Level Mutant Beast, exceptionally fierce.

The fire spread uncontrollably in all directions.

Upon seeing this, Fan Qiulai pushed his hands together towards the center.

At once, the flames on the ground and those engulfing the buildings gathered together, wrapping around the body of the alien creature.

Noticing this, Fang Zhixing’s mind stirred, and he silently chanted a word.

"Collect!"

In an instant, the system’s recovery ability was activated.

The creature’s corpse rapidly shriveled, turning to ashes.

But this scene was covered by the flames, and even Fan Qiulai failed to notice anything amiss.

He just assumed that the alien creature had been burned to ashes by his fire.

"Extinguish!"

Fan Qiulai uttered lowly, commanding the fire like a God of Fire, and in an instant, all the flames went out.

Fang Zhixing looked around cautiously and asked, "Is there only one evil creature?"

"Perhaps..."

Fan Qiulai raised his head, looking towards the depths of the manor at the only remaining spire-shaped building.

The impact of the recent fight was incredibly fierce, sweeping in every direction, destroying walls, houses, sheds, and everything else.

Only that spire stood unmoved, seemingly unaffected by any of it.

Fang Zhixing and Fan Qiulai exchanged glances and walked towards it without any prior agreement.

The two of them arrived at the entrance of the spire.

The doors were tightly closed.

"Woo woo~"

A mournful wind whistled through the door cracks.

The wind blew against him, and Fang Zhixing involuntarily felt a bone-chilling coldness.

It was as if behind the doors lay a polar abyss, extremely severe to the core.

Fang Zhixing stopped in his tracks, unable to help but glance behind him.

In the past, faced with such a situation, Fang Zhixing would have ordered Xigou to enter and scope out the situation.

But now, Xigou was curled up small at the entrance of the manor, cowering, without the slightest intention of coming inside.

Xigou’s nature had always been to bully the weak and fear the strong.

Fan Qiulai, the Heavenly Person, was not easy to provoke, and he dared not come near casually.

The alien creature was even more terrifying, making him feel extremely afraid, trembling uncontrollably.

Creak!

Without a word of nonsense, Fan Qiulai bravely opened the door.

Whoosh!

A cold wind gushed from inside the door.

"Ah, refreshing!"

Fan Qiulai laughed heartily, feeling refreshed all over.

His body seemed like a furnace, very warm.

As the great door slowly opened...

Fang Zhixing narrowed his eyes slightly, and the scene that unfolded before him was a spacious hall.

The spire was completely closed off, without a single window.

Even in broad daylight, it was pitch black inside, impenetrable to any light.

Right in the center of the hall stood an eight-meter-tall stone statue.

Around the statue was a circle of lit candles.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the hall.

Fang Zhixing’s gaze landed on the statue, and upon closer inspection, it clearly depicted an upright alien creature.

The alien creature’s stone statue exuded a sinister coldness, relentlessly emanating a terrifying chill.

At that moment, beneath the statue, a figure knelt on the ground.

The figure, wearing a thin white robe and with disheveled hair, kneeled on both knees, devoutly worshiping in front of the statue, mumbling nonstop, involved in what appeared to be prayer.

"Hmph, another lunatic..."

Fan Qiulai’s eyes flashed, and he approached, interrupting, "Stop it, no more prayers."

The white-robed figure trembled and slowly twisted his head around, revealing a face with twisted features.

"Damn!"

Fang Zhixing jumped in surprise, having never seen such a ghastly human face.

On that face was a whirlpool, with eyes, nose, and mouth all pulled towards it, extremely twisted and chaotic.

"Who are you?"

The white-robed figure moved his mouth, surprisingly still able to make a sound.

More importantly, he spoke the common language of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Fan Qiulai stared at him intently and retorted without answering, "It was you summoning the evil creatures, right? Where are the offerings?"

The white-robed figure exclaimed, "What summoning evil creatures, what offerings? I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

Fan Qiulai lifted his head and walked swiftly forward, moving behind the statue.

He suddenly stopped!

Fang Zhixing sidestepped and peeked over, his pupils abruptly contracting.

There lay two young people on the ground, a boy and a girl, both in the bloom of youth.

The boy’s chest was bloody and ripped open with a large hole, clearly dead.

The girl’s belly was hugely swollen, like she was pregnant, bulging significantly.

She was unconscious, and beneath her swollen belly, a dark shadow moved around, seemingly ready to burst through at any moment.

Seeing this scene!

Fan Qiulai glared at the white-robed man, then concentrated a fireball in the palm of his hand.

"Don’t harm my virgin..."

The white-robed figure, panic-stricken, scrambled to his feet and charged over to stop him.

"Get lost!" Fang Zhixing kicked out, sending the white-robed figure flying.

Boom!