Light Fortress
Chapter 465 - 101: Bloodbath at Evening Bell (Long - ! Please subscribe and vote for the monthly ticket~)_4

Chapter 465: Chapter 101: Bloodbath at Evening Bell (Long Chapter! Please subscribe and vote for the monthly ticket~)_4

Everyone was puzzled... where on earth had the mad boy hidden himself? Could he be concealed in the snow?

Mr. Zhuo, standing on the mountaintop, gazed into the pitch-black night sky.

He fell into deep thought.

Recalling the "bloodbath" at the base, he felt something was amiss.

"This guy’s ’spiritual power’ is stronger than mine."

The voice of the green-robed Hypnotist came from the silver foil.

It seemed she hesitated for a long time before deciding to speak up, "At the tomb, I didn’t notice... that such a person existed in the ancient coffin, until he made his move and killed Captain Jie Ding!"

This voice was slightly trembling.

Mr. Zhuo heard it and recognized the fear.

He said calmly, "So..."

"If he doesn’t actively touch the ’Storm’ but retracts all spirit and pretends to be dead... our search relying on spiritual power is useless," the green-robed woman said through clenched teeth. "We must search the snow inch by inch."

"Then search the snow inch by inch."

Mr. Zhuo’s face was expressionless, "Are you afraid?"

"What if he... doesn’t want to run at all..."

The green-robed woman spoke softly, "I’m not afraid, I am willing to sacrifice everything for the Evening Bell, but in the tomb, my ’pocket watch’ glimpsed his spirit... I saw a massive Throne."

Mr. Zhuo was somewhat puzzled.

"A Throne?"

Another team conveyed a similarly perplexed voice.

"Yes... I have a feeling... it’s a Throne just like Lord Storm’s..." The green-robed woman’s voice quivered as she muttered, "Although it sounds like blasphemy against Lord Storm... I am willing to swear on the ’heart’ of a believer... this is what I saw..."

"Enough!"

Mr. Zhuo uttered sternly, his expression dark.

The search teams from both snow mountains fell silent.

He finally understood the vague sense of something being off... the boy was clearly only at the second stage.

To be more precise, he should be in the Deep Water Area Fifth Layer!

Because judging from the hypnosis, all Transcendents with fifth-layer spiritual strength survived unscathed, and that should be the extent of his power!

Yet, such a "weak" individual had instantly dragged so many into a Dream...

Did he have his own "Spiritual Domain"?!

Such hypnotism is impossible for someone from the Deep Water Area Fifth Layer to execute!

Even if we retreated ten thousand steps.

If that boy was really just a resident of the Deep Water Area Fifth Layer... what level of monster must he be to instantly attack and kill Jie Ding, who was the second-in-command at the base, in every sense of the word?

Apart from Mr. Zhuo himself, no one could defeat him one-on-one!

Yet, paradoxically.

If the boy was strong enough, why was he driven to such a desperate state by my "single sword strike"?

This boy... was clearly no match for a third-stage Transcendent.

But when facing a second-stage adversary, the lethality he displayed... was even more fearsome than some third-stage Transcendents who possessed a Domain!

"A mere ant, how could it be compared to Lord Storm?"

Mr. Zhuo spoke coldly, "He must be here... daring to steal from the Church, even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must find this madman!"

No sooner had his voice landed.

From the other side of the silver foil, a shrill scream pierced through.

The silence of the snowy night was shattered.

At the mountain top not far away, amidst the wind and snow, a bright flame ignited.

It was like a towering firework had been set off.

The firework soared into the sky!

Through layers of fog, through layers of snow curtains—

With a "pop".

It burst apart.

Scalding blood tumbled in the air, instantly frozen by the snow.

Then came the second "firework".

"Pop!"

And then the third.

In just a dozen seconds or so, that distant snow mountain returned to silence.

A silence as of death.