Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 150 - 150 149 A Flaw

150: Chapter 149: A Flaw 150: Chapter 149: A Flaw After adapting to that kind of fear, Baili An even became accustomed to the icy, numbing intent to kill flowing through every corner of his body.

Because his icy blood was boiling due to that killing intent.

The man’s gaze finally showed a hint of change, marked by hesitation, pursuit, and deep confusion.

These complicated emotions interwoven together, so he did not rush to make a move.

He watched as Baili An stepped through the dark mist, up the steps of the long hall, and finally came to stand before him.

It was a distance that no one had been able to cross for a thousand years.

Being as lofty as he was, this was also the first time he allowed such a weak creature to walk so presumptuously before him.

The man’s gaze showed a change of distance, his standing form slightly trembling, not out of fear, for no giant dragon would feel awe or fear toward an ant.

Rather, he saw something different yet familiar in this ant.

“You…” a syllable came from his mouth.

But Baili An swung the short sword in his hand, his left hand holding the sword, dark turning slightly bright as it was illuminated, the lonely breeze blowing up his black hair, carrying a faint fishy sweetness.

It was Blood Energy flowing.

The man’s dark gaze suddenly became extremely bright, his expression turning wildly excited, his crimson lips stretching into an exaggerated and twisted curve.

He stretched out his arm, a sword emerging from his wide sleeve.

A beautiful silver longsword.

The sword body was slender, somewhat delicate and effeminate.

When the sword landed in the palm, that delicacy turned out to be an illusion, transforming into the overwhelming dominance of a ruler of the long night.

He thrust forward with the sword, carrying unimaginable power, piercing a huge black hole in space, wrapped in blasting winds and thunder.

With the sword’s release, the man erupted into a twisted laugh of satisfaction.

Baili An was confused by his sudden frenzied state.

His expression unchanged, his gaze firm, he tilted his right shoulder, not intending to dodge the sword but simply to test and verify a matter.

If it wasn’t as he suspected, he would die today.

But if his guess was correct.

Today, he could live!

Baili An reacted extremely quickly, dodging the sword, but he knew in his heart that under absolute power, he could not escape this strike.

The sword’s strike created a black hurricane and lightning, carrying a heavy scent of death, the dark wind suddenly becoming violent, roaring terrifyingly in the ancient city.

Baili An’s body merely grazed by that bit of breeze, his right half caught in the sword wind, black lightning blasting his flesh and bones into pieces of powder.

The small sword in his left hand buzzed brightly, but couldn’t strike the man.

Baili An, like a small grass blown away by the storm, spraying blood, flew backward.

The man’s twisted and excited smile froze on his face, somewhat comically.

Because he saw the tiny light emanating from Baili An’s chest, that was the node power of human cultivators.

All beliefs and thoughts were pushed to the climax before being quickly overturned.

That immense disappointment, furious rage, made him wish to destroy everything before his eyes!

Corpse demons couldn’t cultivate human techniques, nor could they ignite Spiritual Power nodes.

Clearly, the challenging youth before him was merely a cultivator with a strange aura.

Damn it!

Damn it!

Should really die!

How dare he deceive him!

That delicate and handsome face in the Gale turned hideous, twisted, and crazy, his features completely changed as he roared, “Damned ant!

Die a hundred times!”

Beneath the man’s feet, the earth collapsed deeply, making a earth-shattering burst.

In an instant, his aura turned deeper and darker than shadows, bringing a cold intent of death sweeping forth.

His platinum blond hair lightly danced in the chilling dark world, demon-like and ghost-like!

The sword in his hand matched his grim and frantic gaze, possessing extremely terrifying penetrative power, and the entire Chaotic Netherworld Valley started to shake.

He raised the slender, yet exceedingly domineering sword, as though lifting a dark realm.

Baili An emerged, flying backward from the obscure space, half his body missing and continuously spraying dark-red Blood Pearls, the small sword in his hand seeming to lose spiritual energy maintenance, its brilliance fading.

Wen Hanwei, although unable to see, sensed the battlefield up ahead, she propped herself up with her sword, intending to catch Baili An’s body.

But the man’s terrifyingly lethal sword movement still surged forth, and the world was heavy.

Wen Hanwei’s pupils gradually narrowed into a sharp line, not from fear of death, but…

Baili An’s aura had disappeared!

The man took a step forward as if crossing millennia, the sword dashing forth, the Sword Qi like a tide, the sound like thunder.

Just as his sword nearly melded with the darkness, the man felt the hairs on his neck stand on end, an indescribable feeling.

“Your whole body…” a cold breath came from behind, not the icy slipperiness of a snake, but a clean and pure coldness.

The voice was very calm, void of any intent to kill, “is full of flaws…”

A sharp, acute sensation on the back of his neck, the tip of the small sword pressed against his skin, followed by the tinkling of ice-cold Blood Pearls gradually on his back and shoulders.

That was the fresh blood flowing from Baili An’s broken body.

A strong scent of blood overwhelmed him.

The man’s pale, emaciated half of his cheek stained with dots of red.

He suddenly stood rigidly there, limbs trembling lightly, bones creaking.

He seemed to be struck by an unforeseen shock to the extent that now, with Baili An’s blade pointed at his vital spot, he had no reaction.

Wen Hanwei also stood shocked in place, her supporting sword almost crumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

How did he manage it?!

Under such a severe injury… he could still counter-attack.

“How exactly did you do that?” the man voiced the question also in Wen Hanwei’s heart, and his voice shifted from wild distortion to mellow calmness in just a moment.

But if Baili An were standing opposite him at this moment, he would be able to see his eyes, crimson and tearful, harboring very deep and distant storm clouds.

Baili An felt the man’s body tremble uncontrollably, shuddering as if hiding a crazy soul.

He looked down at his own internal organs and bones flowing and breaking within his body, calmly said, “Didn’t you feel it yourself?”

The man let out a light chuckle, “You are the second corpse demon in history to have a blade at my neck.”

At this moment, the man finally confirmed that Baili An, like him, was also a corpse demon.

Because of the activated Primordial Power node, Baili An’s body could store Spiritual Power and thus mask the corpse demon Qi within him.

Originally, this man had only thought that Baili An was a weak human cultivator.