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Chapter 447 - 337: The Blue Star People Are In a Rush_2

Chapter 447: Chapter 337: The Blue Star People Are In a Rush_2

The ring worn on his hand emitted a faint luminescence.

"As expected, once Xiao Huan can interfere with reality, it can carry items into the illusory world and shuttle through!"

In an instant, Fang You had imagined a hundred and eight uses for Xiao Huan’s traversing ability.

He put the thought aside for the moment.

He retrieved a bright lantern from within the ring and ignited it with energy, instantly dispelling the thick grey mist around him with its soft light, and the growls of Mysterious Evil gradually faded away.

Without hesitation, Fang You stepped into the descending passage.

On both sides were magnificent Crystal Stones, tightly embedded in the surrounding mountainside and emitting a faint glow, as a young man in a white robe held a lantern in hand, walking into their midst alone.

It was as if he was walking towards darkness.

This place was once visited by the team of An Jianyou, Xing Jinglei, and Yiluo Xi, who mined a strange object named ’Silver Scale Heart Shell’ and crafted the highest quality Silver Scale Battle Armor that the Blue Star had at the time.

Approximately a few hundred meters vertically from the entrance was the endpoint of An Jianyou’s team and the furthest limit of Blue Star’s ’standard exploration route’.

Fang You passed straight through.

The cavern environment in this area was rather cramped, with some areas only wide enough for a single carriage to pass through.

Even in these tight crevices, Mysterious Evil creatures would occasionally burst out, only to be snapped to death by Fang You with a flick of his finger.

He had been walking in the Ghastly Realm for almost half an hour, not particularly fast, but still not too slow given he was rampaging through with mythic-level strength. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with nothing but Mysterious Evil creatures.

This was the norm in the Ghastly Realm.

It was hard to encounter anything other than Mysterious Evil in the Ghastly Realm, whether one’s eyes were open or closed.

"But it’s too normal; so normal that there’s not even a hint of an Evil God’s minions. That’s the biggest abnormality."

He stopped walking, his brows furrowing as if he had realized something was off.

The next moment, he turned and dashed towards the entrance, leaping forward and almost turning into a streak of light.

But at that instant, the space buzzed loudly.

Bright blood-red colors spread faster than his flight, turning rocks and crystals to blood-red, and even the drifting grey mist seemed to take on a tinge of pale red.

In a flash, Fang You felt as though he had plunged into a viscous swamp, his actions becoming significantly delayed.

Many minions clad in blood-red armor, or of various shapes, emerged from the surrounding pool of blood.

Among them were the Bloodbeard People, with whom Fang You was somewhat familiar.

They surged towards him en masse.

"Divine Arts! Sumeru Sprout!"

The minions’ powers resonated, and flesh-like tendrils latched onto the invisible space, spreading rapidly and forming a colossal net that blotted out the sky in the blink of an eye.

And it aimed to ensnare the figure in the white robe, whose movements had already slowed.

Watching the sudden attack, the figure remained unfazed, raising his hand to release familiar dazzling Thunderbolt lightning, bursting out with countless bird-like calls.

Tear—

The Thunderbolt tore through the Bloodbeard, but even more continued to extend.

He turned his attacks towards the minions, and the lightning he blasted out shattered those among the minions who were strong, but still, more minions stepped forward to take their places, their faces showing fanaticism as they chanted inscrutable words.

The Sumeru Sprout spread rapidly.

This power was enough to threaten true myths.

The mortals can hardly rebel against myths, but the power used by the minions was bestowed by gods, and it was no mere mortal force!

Fang You’s brows tightened, and he stretched out his hand to form a gigantic Thunderbolt palm hundreds of meters large, tearing down a portion of the giant blood-bearded net with great effort. Though there was significant resistance, his lightning contained immense destructive power.

As soon as he made a tear, wisps of electrical arcs wrapped around him, and he charged towards the opening in the net.

It seemed he would break through the encirclement at any cost.

He broke free!

But outside was a familiar figure squatting – with black wings that could obscure the sky, it was none other than the Blackwing Myth, the only one of the four myths that descended upon Blue Star that Fang You hadn’t killed.

And it seemed as if he was quite angry.

The flames in his eyes nearly surged out, no, they already had surged out, the vast black flames attached to the black feathers, falling around him.

A great terror approached.

In front of him, the Blackwing Myth had disappeared, no, he had turned into black feathers. Countless black feathers fell and swirled, forming the shape of a pair of wings, and among these black feathers, countless eyes protruded.

Blackwing with Countless Eyes!

The terrifying figure that was hard to distinguish between a feathered beast and an eyeball beast loomed before Fang You, and a hellishly cold breath assaulted him.

His blood also seemed to freeze, and unbeknownst to him, black flames began to burn all over his body, eroding the lightning and penetrating into his soul.

His entire body jolted, as if seeing countless beings wailing in a Blackwing hell.

This was...

A mythic form?!

What grudge or grievance could there be? It was unnecessary, utterly unnecessary!

"And besides, how could the Blackwing Myth be this strong? Wasn’t he KO’d by An Jianyou in just a few bouts?"

The black flames were like an incurable disease and Fang You found himself unable to escape them at once. He immediately entered the illusory state and reappeared hundreds of meters away.

This caused the Blackwing Myth’s eyes to focus sharply.

"Indeed, there’s a trick to it, but how many times can you shake me off?"

The countless eyes all focused intently on the figure in the white robe, like a guidance system, firmly locking onto Fang You’s image. No matter where he appeared, black flames followed closely, springing up after him.

The speed of Blackwing was extremely fast. Under its mythic form, the countless black feathers sometimes formed a pair of wings, sometimes dissipated as if formless. Even though Fang You destroyed some feathers, it hardly harmed the Blackwing Myth in its current state.