Holy Fist
Chapter 296 - 153 Bai Xiao, help me keep the Magic Bird Secret Scripture safe!

Chapter 296: 153 Bai Xiao, help me keep the Magic Bird Secret Scripture safe!

"Leader!"

"The leader is dead?!"

"How could this be!!!"

On the other side of the square, amidst a fierce fight with the Fierce Bird Sect’s elders, an Evil Ghost-level member from the Horror Bird Organization was so shocked that he momentarily panicked.

As a result, some Evil Ghosts were caught off-guard by their opponents.

New, bone-deep wounds were added to their bodies.

The leader of the Horror Bird Organization, a mysteriously powerful figure, had always been deeply embedded in everyone’s minds. This time, Blood Bird led the whole organization to Huaisui City with grand ambitions, appearing as if a king had returned. Unexpectedly, he fell at the final hurdle of victory. The entire plan was left unfinished.

When a person dies, everything ends.

The decades of Blood Bird’s patience and scheming could only be buried deep within himself. A skull, half remaining, spun as it fell, and with a smack, it hit the ground. Just above the small remainder of the nasal bridge, a pair of crimson pupils stared unblinkingly, reflecting an incomparable sense of unwillingness and horror.

Smack!

A black shoe stomped heavily on the skull.

Crushing it without hesitation.

Wu Binghe, his body covered in wounds, bloodied and strong, stood at the center of the square. After slaying a powerful enemy, his majestic Qi and will peaked like never before. At that moment, it seemed as if no one could defeat him!

That spirit, overwhelming as it engulfed rivers and scorned the battlefield.

In the distance, among the large cluster of buildings destroyed by the fierce battle,

An Junhai and Shi Gui, at the moment Wu Binghe killed Blood Ghost, and Blood Ghost’s essence suddenly disappeared, simultaneously ceased their fighting.

They both shifted half of their attention to the square.

While the other half still monitored their opponent, maintaining a balance of mutual restraint. Both sides unexpectedly fell into an eerie calm.

In that moment, the center of the battlefield was utterly silent.

Only Wu Binghe’s robust body, his chest heaving heavily.

After ensuring that Blood Bird was thoroughly dead, the injuries he had been suppressing suddenly erupted, causing a backlash within his body. Wu Binghe’s peak state lasted only a few seconds before his Qi began to decline continuously.

At the same time, his black Bone Armor, akin to an Evil Ghost, seemed to exceed a certain threshold. A torrential aura of fear surged out like a breached dam from every pore and crack.

Jetting onto the ground, it formed a deep pit like a torrent.

Wu Binghe was enveloped in black smoke, creating a nearly ten-meter-wide domain of fear. Within the domain, twisting, billowing black smoke danced like demons gone wild, resembling hell’s arms struggling and clawing in every direction, as if trying to drag others down into the abyss!

To be engulfed in the whirlpool of hell, to sink to the depths of fear!

In the center of the fear domain, Wu Binghe’s condition was evidently not right.

His steps were unsteady, his figure slightly trembling. His black skeletal frame grew increasingly ferocious, spikes sprouting crazily outward like branches.

Almost transforming Wu Binghe into a giant spike ball.

He snorted coldly, his palm fiercely striking his own chest.

Splurt!

Black blood spouted from his mouth.

Wu Binghe’s Qi stagnated for a moment, instantly shedding the black Armor state, revealing his original body. But his original body was also in a bizarre state, his skin crawling with dense black spots that intermingled like ink, covering half his torso. On Wu Binghe’s left face, four-fifths of the area was occupied, with the left eye also turned pure black.

That area still struggled and sawed.

The blackness gradually expanded its area but was occasionally fiercely expelled back. However, overall, complete coverage was just a matter of time.

"It’s too late..."

"Quick!"

Wu Binghe muttered to himself, his face showing a look of urgency for the first time.

He suddenly flashed, moving at extreme speed past several black stone statues, appearing at the most central position guarded by all the statues.

A demon-like grotesque humanoid served as the scabbard, motionless.

In its spine, a black Cross Sword was embedded.

This sword itself was the Magic Bird Secret Scripture!

"Let me see what the solution to the problem really is!"

Wu Binghe instantly reached out, his fingers firmly grasping the hilt. His palm’s veins bulged as he surged with power, attempting to pull the Cross Sword out.

Crack, crack, crack...

However, despite immense effort, the sword only slid out slowly.

Meanwhile, the surface of the black sword lit up with lava-like heat, emitting an extremely terrifying aura. At the same time, the grotesque humanoid serving as the scabbard seemed to become completely transparent, with a densely packed network of blood vessels throughout its body glowing bright red, resonating with the blade.

Additionally, the tiny heart at the core of the Cross Sword began to beat faster, thumping with a special, mysterious frequency.

The grotesque humanoid’s heart pulsed with that same mysterious frequency.

In the instant these two frequencies overlapped, Wu Binghe suddenly felt countless thoughts erupt in his mind. It was as if they had transformed into different personalities, all screaming into his ears, a cacophony of voices.

"The three pillars of fear!"

"Magic Bird, Tarot!!!"

His brain buzzed, blood flowed from his seven orifices, quaking unstoppably.

Simultaneous with this, the demon-like humanoid unexpectedly moved, not to walk or attack, but to curl its body, its legs slowly kneeling down.

The whole figure assumed a pose akin to suffering.