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Chapter 209 - 209 149 Rune Progress Surges (5600)_3

Chapter 209: 149 Rune Progress Surges (5600)_3 Chapter 209: 149 Rune Progress Surges (5600)_3 He suddenly raised his head, his eyes red as blood. Thick veins, like slender serpents, slithered across half of his face.

The bat illusion disappeared, some tens of meters away.

A coffin in the blood pool opened, and a figure elegantly dressed emerged. It was a slightly thin male with a pale complexion.

He brandished a cane, and his whole body continuously emitted blood-colored steam, his aura leaking out massively.

Even from far away, Casio could smell the terrifyingly dark, evil scent. Emanating from it was a blood energy far surpassing that of Alfama’s direct bloodline, evoking an abyss-like heaviness, ancientness, and decay.

“What the hell!”

He immediately sensed the pressure of the aura. Casio understood that this blood clan member was far beyond his ability to fight against.

“Let’s go.”

Casio landed a heavy elbow hit on Duomeng beside him.

Duomeng snapped out of his daze with a confused expression, “Holy shit!”

Whew!

A black and red shadow appeared in an instant in front of Casio, its white slender palm pressing forward. Mid-air, it swelled, mutated, and transformed into a claw as thick as a torso!

Furthermore, it was covered in a layer of blood-red, thick mane.

“Stone Armor Skill!!!”

Casio’s body jolted, his Stone Armor Skill, a major accomplishment of Hard Qigong, operating rapidly. His skin appeared as if it was clad in stone armor, his thick, rock-white color making him look like a marble pillar.

Bang!

The claw smashed fiercely onto Casio’s chest, erupting with force.

Whoosh!

Casio flew out like he had been hit by a train, his vision rapidly blurred. He could feel his chest crackling, and his muscles conveyed waves of tearing pain. Finally, with a thud.

His back crashed into a cliff, dust fell onto his head continuously.

He violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His hard chest had evident signs of indentation, cracks spreading across his skin like a spider’s web. Casio knew, two of his ribs had broken.

One strike, verge of severe injury!

Bang!

A silhouette was instantly flung out and crashed into the cliff beside Casio. Duomeng similarly spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Casio, it seems this blood clan member hasn’t fully recovered, he is significantly limited. Although his physical strength is far greater than ours, his movements are unpolished, and his reaction will be slightly delayed!” Duomeng reminded while coughing up blood. “Never try to withstand his…”

“Damn!”

Duomeng only noticed then that Casio’s silhouette beside him had already vanished without a trace. At an elliptical entrance three meters away from him, a corner of a cloak sparkled and disappeared.

“Damn it, he runs fast!”

Duomeng gritted his teeth in fury, yet his footsteps were similarly rapid.

He quickly charged into the nearby tunnel.

On the ground, the blood clan member, whose body was emitting steam, stood motionless in the original position as if delayed, his expression slow like a puppet.

He blinked his eyes, his gaze momentarily returning to clarity.

“Two insects who don’t know how they infiltrated, it shouldn’t take too long to eliminate them.” The man glanced at his smoking body. “The power is decaying too fast, at most half an hour…”

He mumbled to himself as he took a few steps forward, casually grabbing the stunned blood-clan youth from the ground and instantly sucked him dry.

Tossing him to the side, he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

With a kick, he blasted off like a shell. The man’s body crashed into a curved wall. After a flip in the air, he stood on the ground again.

“Sigh…” he looked at his palm and sighed.

Subsequently, the dull sound of shells reverberated continuously down the tunnel.

Five minutes later, at the top of a tunnel with an incline.

“Slicing Wind Stream! Splitting Stream!”

The slashing hand knife drew a white current in mid-air, as if a blade hacked towards the probing claws. The two collided, stirring up the airflow, where opposing forces rapidly annihilated each other.

In an instant, several afterimages collided and exchanged blows.

Casio and Duomeng were knocked flying from the top of the slope, then they coughed up blood awkwardly and escaped in a hurry.

At the top of the slope, the silhouette quietly stood still. After a while, he trembled, and his eyes regained clarity. His expression was incredibly gloomy, “If not for…” The man squinted, leaping directly downwards–one stride and he was already in the air.

Eight minutes later, three blurry silhouettes collided abruptly. Two of the shadows were flung far away, while one remained stationary.

Casio painfully crawled up from the ground, and was astounded to see the all-too-familiar scene before his eyes. He glanced sideways, at the center of the elliptical space, a white fountain was gushing water.

“Those beetles…” Casio pinched the side pocket of his left cloak, his eyes shifting: “Duomeng, I’ve found a way out…”

“Cough, cough… where… I feel like I’m about to be killed…”

Duomeng was even more miserable than Casio, his body was full of injuries, scratches and corrosive tracers, bleeding profusely.

“See those steps on the wall? Keep going up!”

Duomeng and Casio looked up, focusing on a hole.

“Buzz…”

“What’s up?” Duomeng turned his head to look at the fountain on his right.

The water in it kept rippling, something seemed to be breaking out from the spout of the fountain. It blocked the entire water flow, stopping its operation.

Whoosh!

At the same time, a silhouette dashed out from the tunnel.

The three instantly fought together, claw shadows, fist shadows, leg shadows flying. The collision of the limbs made a resounding bang.

“Die!”

The man abruptly slashed with his claw, and Casio punched out. With a snap, the two collided, Casio’s body quaked violently.

Cracks appeared on the skin of his whole arm.

Blood seeped out from the crevices.

On the other hand, Duomeng was also having difficulty breathing with blood spurting from his nostrils.

“Just need to stay awake once more, and they’ll die!”

The Blood Clan sensed the time had come, their lucidity gradually replaced by dullness. He finally curiously lifted his hand. Something had stuck to his palm when he struck Casio just now.

On the palm of his hand, there clearly was a squashed beetle.

The corrosive liquid was producing an unprecedentedly violent reaction with the blood-red energy, and the man’s palm was sending up crazy steam.

“Oh no, it’s the holy beetle!!!”

He wanted to turn around, but his body froze in place. It was like a machine operating solely on instincts, without conscious thought.

Buzz, buzz, buzz… chirp, chirp, chirp…

A large number of white beetles climbed out of the fountain’s spout and split into two groups. One headed for the running Casio, and the other instantly swarmed over the immobilized body of the Blood Clan.

An acidic liquid containing extraordinary substances fell like rain.

The faint red energy covering the entire body of the Blood Clan seemed to have been destroyed, an intense blood-red steam explosively shot out from the opening. Like a balloon leaking air, the Blood Clan man’s right hand instantly shrivelled, completely devoid of moisture.

Then other energy enclosed places were also corroded and cracked open.

A blood-red steam column the size of a house rushed into the sky, a terrifying evil aura and energy continuously leaked.

It formed an expanding mushroom cloud in mid-air.

On the steps, Casio who was leaping couldn’t help but look over.

A silhouette covered in beetles suddenly quivered, as if conscious again: “Aaaaaaaah…”

An extremely high pitched scream echoed in the cavity.

“No!!!”

The Blood Clan man’s body shook, shaking off all the beetles on him. He took strides and sprinted towards the entrance of the tunnel.

But after only a few steps, he fell flat on the ground.

The blood-red steam on his body rapidly faded, as if an unknown demon in the air sucked it away. The man crawled on the ground, at this point he was dried up like a mummy. His arms, like branches, futilely clawed at the ground.

Sounds like air leaking came from his throat.

The steam rising into mid-air also began to rapidly shrink, changing from a massive column to wisps.

This horribly strong Blood Clan was almost drained dry.

The constantly crawling hands stopped at a certain moment.

White beetles, akin to a tide, instantly covered the mummy, their acid indiscriminately corroded the powerless Blood Clan body. Only a few seconds passed.

A piece of black bone fragments, the size of a baby, lay on the ground.

In mid-air, Casio, who was continuously hopping, breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly.

He noticed the progress bar in the right corner shooting up by a large margin.