Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 511 - 289 Summon_2

Chapter 511: 289 Summon_2

The raging fire was intense and focused, enveloping the young girl’s entire body.

In no time, the girl turned into a pile of ash, burned to the point where not even bone fragments remained.

"Wow~"

The figure in the white robe knelt on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Fang Zhixing’s brow arched in surprise, "Oh my, you’re still alive?"

Fan Qiulai approached and spoke in a deep voice, "This guy has been possessed by an evil entity. His body is about to undergo a transformation. Be careful, and prepare for a fierce battle."

Before he finished speaking!

The white robe suddenly began to convulse, rolling on the ground, tossing and turning.

In a short while, he stood up in an unnatural, human-defying posture, then leaned forward, his body making a thirty-degree angle with the ground.

Fang Zhixing’s eyebrows furrowed as he saw the vortex on the white robe’s face began to move subtly.

As the vortex spun, it sucked in the white robe’s eyes and nose, followed by the mouth and ears disappearing.

Swish!

The vortex consumed the white robe’s neck, lower body, and limbs.

The vortex expanded out of nowhere.

Next, a huge pale hand emerged from the vortex, followed by an entire arm.

Then a second arm reached out.

"Here it comes..."

Fan Qiulai took a step forward, spread his hands wide, fully on guard.

Fang Zhixing stared unblinkingly at the vortex.

He saw a pale, gray head push through, followed by the entire lower half.

Before long, a gray-white giant over four meters tall stood in the great hall.

The gray-white giant had a humanoid silhouette, and except for the lack of reproductive organs, he not only had human features, but even five fingers on each hand.

And that vortex was now situated atop the back of the gray-white giant’s head, like a halo of dark Buddha’s light, sinister and foreboding.

The gray-white giant opened its eyes, which were an appalling white, devoid of any luster.

Firstly, it looked down at itself, its strong and burly gray-white body was crisscrossed with muscles, filled with incomparable explosive power.

Then, it slowly raised its head, eyes casting toward Fan Qiulai and Fang Zhixing.

"Kill!"

Fan Qiulai immediately made a move, placing both hands in front of his mouth in the shape of a trumpet.

"Emit!"

A stream of fiery red flame erupted, transforming into a wall of fire tens of meters long, charging mightily against the gray-white giant.

The gray-white giant was thrown backward, its back crashing into the wall and breaking through.

Fang Zhixing had already lunged from the side at the moment Fan Qiulai took action.

As the gray-white giant was flung out, Fang Zhixing dashed through the doorway, leapt into the air, and threw a clump of black and red blood drops.

"Go!"

The black-red blood drops flashed, hitting the gray-white giant squarely in the chest.

Bang!

The earth shook and the heavens trembled!

A resounding boom echoed as the black-red light diffused, enveloping a space of dozens of meters.

The light quickly dissipated.

The gray-white giant was exposed again, lying on the ground with numerous cracks appearing across its body surface.

"Ao!"

The gray-white giant opened its mouth and roared, vanishing from its spot in an instant.

Fang Zhixing’s vision blurred as a rapidly enlarging gray-white fist filled his view.

"So fast!"

Fang Zhixing’s heart chilled, and his chest trembled fiercely.

With a loud crash, Fang Zhixing was sent flying backward, like a falling meteor, crashing into the spire.

Crash!

The spire shook violently, teetering on the edge of collapse and then crashed down.

Fan Qiulai had already rushed out, his toes tapping the ground, leaping to the top of the gray-white giant’s head, where he formed a giant fireball in his hands and pressed it down.

The fireball slammed into the face of the gray-white giant like a meteorite.

The gray-white giant toppled over, its entire body wrapped in flames, burning fiercely.

For a moment, more cracks appeared on its body.

But the gray-white giant suddenly got to its feet and swung a punch that landed squarely on Fan Qiulai’s face.

Bang!

A ring of shockwaves spread out!

Fan Qiulai’s nose caved in deeply, and his body was hurled backward, tumbling over a dozen times upon hitting the ground.

The gray-white giant leapt out of the flames to pursue Fan Qiulai.

Suddenly, a figure emerged on a diagonal trajectory, reaching the top of the gray-white giant’s head. If not Fang Zhixing, then who?

At that moment, Fang Zhixing’s face showed anger, his mouth twisted into a ferocious sneer.

"Demon Blood Vajra Palm!"

The Black Demon Palm exploded out with fearsome might, unmatched and indomitable.

The gray-white giant shuddered, falling rapidly towards the ground.

The earth trembled violently!

A massive five-finger handprint was embedded in the ground.

Spider-web like cracks spread around the handprint.

The gray-white giant lay on its back in the center of the palm, its body seeming flattened.

"I got this!"

Fan Qiulai suddenly returned, his face severely wounded, bloodied and blurred, still not fully healed.

He held his right wrist with his left hand, the palm of his right hand flickering with flame, condensing a chicken-egg-sized fireball.

The fireball was not red, but a light blue, emitting a terrifyingly high temperature.

Zhixing felt a wave of heat surge towards him, curling his eyebrows and hair.

"Burn!"

Fan Qiulai bellowed, seizing the pale blue fireball and pressing it against the gray giant’s chest.

In the next instant, the gray giant abruptly moved, its hands reaching out, pushing upwards.

Boom!

The pale blue fireball exploded!

An overwhelming blaze shot up into the sky, and the earth turned to magma, flowing wildly.

Fan Qiulai was thrown out, landing in the distance, panting heavily.

Zhixing looked intently and saw the gray-white giant slowly standing up in the midst of the lava.

Now, its hands were mangled and incomplete, its body covered in cracks.

"Doesn’t it have self-healing power?"

Zhixing quickly observed that the giant’s injuries, from start to finish, were only getting worse, with no sign of healing.

This meant that the gray-white giant didn’t have super healing abilities.

The next moment, the gray-white giant leaped up, still incredibly fast, sending the magma beneath it flying.

Zhixing readied himself, flicked a finger, and a drop of blood burst forth.

Boom!

The Blood Dripper exploded beside the gray-white giant, its power not particularly great.

But it caused the gray-white giant to stumble, disrupting its trajectory and slowing it down.

Seizing this brief opportunity, Zhixing summoned the Myriad People Blade.

"Mad Blood Blade Gang!"

Suddenly, the Myriad People Blade swelled to over sixty meters, releasing a giant black and red Sword Gang.

Whoosh!

The blade shadow flashed past the gray-white giant’s neck.

The giant was still in mid-air when its head suddenly parted from its neck and plummeted down.

Zhixing, still wary, slashed with his blade, and countless shadows of blades enveloped it.

Crack, crack, crack!

The giant’s head, including the swirling Buddha Light, was obliterated by a round of Sword Gang fire, turning to dust.

"Fire!"

Fan Qiulai arrived just in time, pushing his hands together and once again amassing a huge flame, which enveloped the giant’s body like a furnace, burning fiercely.

"Gather!"

With a thought from Zhixing, the gray-white giant visibly withered away, turning to ash.

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"Ah, job well done!"

Fan Qiulai slumped to the ground, heaving a sigh of relief, looking completely exhausted.

Seeing this, Zhixing quickly pretended to be utterly fatigued, squatting on the ground and panting heavily.

Fan Qiulai suddenly looked over and smiled, asking, "How many missions have you been on?"

Zhixing replied, "To be honest, this is my first."

"No wonder!"

Fan Qiulai had suspected as much, "Your actions are always hesitant, overly cautious; it’s clear you’re no veteran."

He advised, "Let me tell you, these evil creatures are selective in their prey; upon encountering them, don’t overthink it, kill them, and it’s done."

Zhixing quickly asked, "Where do these evil creatures come from?"

Fan Qiulai thought for a moment and replied, "Based on my observations, the evil creatures must have been summoned, by that person in white we saw earlier."

Zhixing frowned, puzzled, "How did he summon them, and for what purpose?"

Fan Qiulai spread his hands, "I’m not quite sure how the summoning works, but as long as you live in the Restricted Area, you can learn the Dharma Door to summon them."

Zhixing raised an eyebrow, "Can we stay here permanently?"

"Of course!"

Fan Qiulai nodded and explained in detail, "The Restricted Area is vast; if you wish, you can live here forever."

He then added a reminder, "However, the Restricted Area is filled with a potent abnormal aura; living here for a long time will definitely affect our physical and mental health."

Glancing at the gray-white giant’s ashes, he analyzed, "This person is very likely from our side; after coming to the Restricted Area, he learned the art of summoning.

Perhaps to make fortune, perhaps to prolong life, or even possibly to return home.

In any case, over time, his body and mind were distorted by the environment here, gradually becoming deranged, leading to inexplicable actions."

Zhixing listened quietly, thoughtful...