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Chapter 537 - 537 296 Walk in a straight line and then break through

Chapter 537: 296 Walk in a straight line and then break through (4000)_1 Chapter 537: 296 Walk in a straight line and then break through (4000)_1 Pitter-patter… Pitter-patter…

The wind whistled in their ears, blurring the vision before them.

The black woodland mixed with the white moonlight seemed like an unfinished oil painting. Tree trunks flashed past at an astonishing speed. One second, their vision was filled with dense undergrowth, the next, they found themselves in a grassy clearing.

As they sprinted at high speed, the blast of wind on their faces felt like a knife’s cut. Osi could hardly keep his eyes open. Attempting to speak, a gust flowed into his mouth, making him drool.

He couldn’t utter a word.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, three shadows flickered across the open space.

The bright moon hung in the sky, surrounded by tendrils of white clouds which rippled like water. The oval-shaped porcelain dish was bright, casting a soft moonlight onto the mountainsides.

The shadows of the fir trees and the soil mixed and intermingled, forming a large flat black contour. The shadow pierced the creek and was immediately shattered by the glimmer of reflected water.

Plop.

Boot suddenly halted, deeply sinking into the mud next to the tree trunk. The three silhouettes finally stopped, standing quietly.

Everything around them was quiet, only the sound of flowing water and insects chirping could be heard.

“Blech~” “Blech~”

Two sounds of dry heaving broke this rare serenity. Placed down by Casio, both Osi and Ice Blade looked pale, even faintly green. Leaning against a tree, they hung their heads, distress evident on their faces.

After a while, both finally recovered. They glanced at each other, their eyes empty and puzzled.

The woods were lush, and during their high-speed run, they inevitably got hit by branches. A good hunting trench coat had been turned into rags, red marks evident on Osi and Ice Blade’s bodies.

The two took a deep breath and walked towards Casio.

Osi, catching his breath, said, “This is the place. Following this stream upward, we will reach the location of the Alpha’s Direct Bloodline’s Ceremony of Longevity. But I’m afraid that there are probably heavily armed guards there by now. We’ve undoubtedly alerted them.”

“Is the ceremony site far from here?”

“Not far, probably one or two kilometers away.”

Osi looked carefully around before answering truthfully.

“Good. Our three will go ahead and eliminate all the Blood Clan there; you two follow at your own speed. Be quick, though. I don’t like my time being wasted when executing plans, understand?” Casio didn’t want these burdens, but he was interested in the direct bloodline’s lair.

They needed a guide.

“Under…. Understood.” responded Osi absently.

Boom… Boom… The earth shook. The three figures vanished in a flash, like ghosts. He turned his head to look upstream and was shocked to see three black figures slowly disappearing under the moonlight.

“No… no way, did they just leave?”

Ice Blade, gradually coming back to his senses, rubbed his wind-blown eyes, his hand leaving the support of the tree.

“Considering the situation before, it seems like the three of them don’t need us. We’re more of a burden…” Osi wiped the drool from his mouth, “Even an elder-level member of the Alpha’s Direct Bloodline was killed, we might have underestimated their strength. They massacre the Blood Clan like a cat hunts a mouse…”

Ice Blade was silent for a long while after hearing Osi’s words. After a moment he said, “Does that mean, we’re useless?”

“Who said that!” Osi reflexively retorted, but soon hesitated. He stood there, stuttering for a long time, “At the very least… At the very least, we can lead the way, right?”

“…” Ice Blade pursed his lips, saying nothing.

“Forget it. Let’s hurry up and follow them. Judging by their speed, a brawl must have already started over there.”

Osi coughed twice, bringing the conversation back.

Without delay, the two, who had just recovered a little, sprinted upstream. Their speed was much faster than a normal person.

One minute later, halfway through their run, Osi was startled. Reflected in the shimmering blue moonlight on the water was a black-robed corpse. He lay flat, his face serene, hands crossed over his belly as if he were peacefully asleep.

If one could ignore the big hole in his chest.

They hadn’t run more than a few steps when they saw more bodies drifting down one after another. These weren’t as aesthetically dead as the first one. Virtually each one was maimed; either an arm had been ripped off, or a neck twisted like a twisted doughnut, or only the upper body was left, or simply without a head. The waterway was entirely dyed red with their blood.

Under the moonlight, it felt eerie and bloody.

Both men’s eyelids twitched involuntarily, quickening their pace. The further upstream they went, the more accumulated bodies there were in the water.

For a moment, they almost blocked the creek.

“Look! What’s that?!” Ice Blade suddenly pointed to the surface of the water. Osi turned and saw, reflected in the depths of his blue pupils, a head bobbing in the water.

The face of the severed head was ugly, not the attractive countenance typical of the Blood Clan. Half of it was scarred as if burned by fire.

“Elder of the Alpha’s Direct Bloodline, Bloodburn!”

Osi’s face showed shock. He’d taken part in the battle between the blue-eyed hunters and the Blood Clan three years prior. The elders of the Alpha’s Direct Bloodline that had appeared left a deep impression on him. Each of them was very powerful, lethal with every move they made.