Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 148 - 148 147 3 Faces

148: Chapter 147: 3 Faces 148: Chapter 147: 3 Faces The hurricane, like a dragon, burst into flames as soon as it was touched by the sun above, and the yellow sand rolled tumultuously!

As she pointed the tip of her sword towards the man’s brow from a distance, the force was no longer gentle.

The wild hurricane wrapped in sandfire surged with tremor-inducing destructive power towards the man.

In response to that overwhelmingly powerful strike, the man simply yawned lazily and raised his hand to grasp the flames and the hurricane.

His wide sleeves billowed with the wind, and with a forceful squeeze of his hand, whether it was the yellow sand, the hurricane, or the flames, all shattered apart.

He blinked lightly, a sneer on his face as if looking down at the ants of the mortal world, “You, such a petty creature, are not worthy to know my name.

Since you refuse the honor I’ve bestowed upon you, then take your wretched name and turn to dust beneath my feet.”

As the man’s resonant voice settled, he opened his eyelids wide, and his deep blue eyes were suddenly replaced by a swath of crimson.

His crimson lips turned eerily strange: “Killing Array of the realm, you’ve truly chosen the most foolish way to fight.

But since you’ve let me feel the long-lost sunshine, I will not toy with you, my adorable prey.”

One array broken, Wen Hanwei’s expression unchanged, she started another.

This time, it was not a hurricane of flames, but a tempest of ferocious sword movements.

The sword winds rose and spun, and the tornado formed by the sword movements drew everything within Mount Heng into the storm, casting the world into sudden darkness.

This time, they were no longer standing atop Mount Heng or inside an ancient hall but within a boundless wilderness.

Tens of thousands of blood-red Demon Eyes surrounded Wen Hanwei and Baili An on all sides.

The next moment, the demons hidden in the darkness were all swept into the golden Sword Array storm; Baili An’s blood ran cold, and his heart trembled as he felt the vast number of demons, among which were clearly those who were half a step into the Tribulation Realm.

Tens of thousands of demons, unleashed in any part of the Mortal World, would indubitably be an unbeatable Demon Land.

Yet in just a short breath, Wen Hanwei’s single sword drew them into a formidable landscape.

Countless wails and roars echoed desolately across this cursed land of eternal night, as if the moaning of demons poured into one’s ears.

Wen Hanwei leaped up, gripping her sword in both hands, holding the longsword overhead, her eyes betraying an ever-changing array – elusive and impenetrable, undefeatable by a myriad of techniques!

Sword Intent burst forth, and the fierce wind howled!

“Overestimating your abilities!” Though astonishment flickered in the man’s eyes, it lasted only a moment.

He sat upon his throne, not bothering to stand, and punched out with a careless stroke.

The Fist Intent was not obvious, just an endless shadow of black engulfing her.

In an instant, all was silence, overpowering the storm and the demons’ roars.

“Boom!” The silence lasted but a moment before the punch and the sword clashed head-on, and the wave that arose roared like a fierce demon emerging from the Abyss, deafening to the ear.

What followed was the sound of thunderous galloping, like ten thousand warriors charging forth!

In the space above, clouds of blood mist burst forth one after another – the indiscriminate Fist Intent shattered the demons in the dark to blood!

Only a few lucky ones, either due to their excessive strength or their bizarre physical resilience, managed to survive the horrific encounter with only severe injuries, falling heavily to the ground, twitching and trembling.

Wen Hanwei stumbled backward, the sword winds dissipated, and the light was no more, her palm holding the heavens, chiming mournfully!

Beneath Baili An’s garment, his palm subtly clenched into a fist.

He saw Wen Hanwei retreating, a trail of mottled blood staining the earth, a few drops spilling a path.

Before long, her pristine white clothes were stained a deep crimson.

And the man remained unharmed, still sitting leisurely.

Wen Hanwei hummed lowly; from Baili An’s angle, there was a spread of crimson trailing from her lips and ears.

Clearly, she had suffered severe internal injuries.

The victor was decided.

She no longer had the strength to fight.

She would die!

After deducing this desperate outcome, Baili An’s pupils contracted sharply, his sharp nails piercing into his flesh to force himself to stay calm.

Stay calm!

He must stay calm at this moment!

Otherwise, the person he had sworn to protect would be lost forever in this darkness.

Baili An’s trembling gaze soon settled.

He stepped forward to support Wen Hanwei’s cold body, his profound gaze indiscernibly scanning over those surviving demons on the ground.

His mind raced, capturing every trace and detail, all swiftly cataloged in his memory.

Soon, in the darkness, he found a glimmer of hope.

If his deductions were not wrong.

They could leave safely today.

“So, have you witnessed the most real power in this world?” The man’s expression carried a sneer of contempt, his narrow eyes conveying an indifferent, toying coolness.

He sat aloof above, like a judge wielding the executioner’s blade.

“Cough!” Wen Hanwei coughed up blood, her complexion as pale as gilt paper, her voice quivering with the intense pain erupting within her.

Yet her tone was very calm, “I don’t understand, if you have such power, why do you willingly confine yourself to this place?”

She was certain that this man was more powerful than those three Immortals of the Mortal World!

Most likely, his cultivation had already reached the fourth realm of Tribulation.

With such a being, who in the heavens and the mortal world could possibly seal him?

“Heh.” The man chuckled lightly, but his eyes held a flash of cold cruelty, “That’s not a concern for an ant about to die.”

“Are you ready to die, little girl?” From their first encounter until now, it seemed as if the man barely deigned to acknowledge Wen Hanwei’s existence.

Because her strength and Talent had indeed surprised him.

But that was all.

As for Baili An, he didn’t even spare the effort of a second glance.

He believed that the mere leakage of his aura during the recent battle was enough to end Baili An’s life.

Yet the man hadn’t anticipated that in such a life-or-death battle, Wen Hanwei, with her powerful Daoist Swordsmanship, would still have the focus to protect the even more pitiful and ludicrous ant by her side.

But what the man did not know was Wen Hanwei had an extreme dedication to combat; once she engaged in battle, especially against a stronger opponent, she would spare no effort, even neglecting to divert any surplus Spiritual Power to protect herself.

For her, the best defense was offense.

If she couldn’t defeat the enemy, she would be defeated by the enemy.

At that time, any effort spent protecting herself or those behind her would be meaningless.

As the man was about to finish off Wen Hanwei, Baili An spoke up, looking straight at the formidable figure, with a steady voice, “I will be your opponent next.”

Upon these words, three faces showed change.

Wen Hanwei.

The man on the throne.

And the Afu Tu in his arms.