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Chapter 501 - 354: You Are Strong, Not in Vain I Died 486 Times_2

Chapter 501: Chapter 354: You Are Strong, Not in Vain I Died 486 Times_2

The center of the forbidden zone was where Xing Jinglei was riding on the back of the mythical Youlius.

With his legs astride the withered body, his huge fists, tainted with poison, hammered down on Youlius’s face like the pounding of war drums.

"Don’t force me... Pfft!"

"Myths are inviolable... Pfft!"

"I’m about to get serious... Pfft pfft pfft!"

Youlius also tried to attack with other means, like the giant white bone hands that grew from the ground and the eerie green flames of Youyou, but all of his abilities fell on Xing Jinglei to no avail.

At that time, Xing Jinglei’s defense was astonishing; even the poison clouds that Youlius was so proud of lost their effect. How could these trivial tricks breach his defense? It was nothing but a series of embarrassing scenes of scraping.

Youlius too was beaten until he was a bit dizzy, his withered body cracked open, and waves of shame and rage surged straight to the top of his skull.

"You’ve forced my hand!"

"Mythical form... Activate!"

His whole body completely withered away, leaving nothing but a layer of skin, from underneath which dozens of ink-green poisonous serpents merged into the surrounding poison, escaping in all directions with a speed that rivaled that of Xing Jinglei’s full-on burst.

Was this the mythical form?

This was not the mythical form!

In the final moment, Youlius chickened out, as reason took the upper hand. His condition was not good after advancing to the mythical level, and without the support of a major power, he was unable to treat his pervasive contamination. His desire to seize the source of the Clear Heart Tea Trees was also rooted here since he couldn’t afford to buy them and had to resort to plundering to make a living.

Only he never expected that he would be defeated by a Six Senses, becoming one of those legendary backdrops in the tales of the Shattered Sea, those who had been perversely upended by twisted Six Senses.

Humiliation!

Rage!

He longed to transform into his mythical form on the spot and kill the abnormal Six Senses before him. But upon reflection, initiating his mythical form in his current state might lead to madness. It wasn’t worth it, not worth it at all. He, Youlius, still had hundreds of years to live!

He fled.

He chased.

In the end, Xing Jinglei still could not catch up, unable even to distinguish which one of the serpents was Youlius’s true form.

"Hmph, as expected of a brute. At the critical moment, it still takes me, the empress, to take the stage!"

Yiluo Xi’s crisp and clear voice instantly spread across dozens of kilometers.

She was originally angry, having been relegated to a mere auxiliary role despite being the empress of the Blazefire Commerce Guild, with her sole contribution being to limit the spread of the poison fog. Yiluo Xi couldn’t stand it. Particularly, watching the bulky Xing making a show of himself while she needed to play along, when had she, Yiluo Xi, ever suffered such indignity?

Now, humph, humph, humph, it still depended on her to establish the crucial victory.

This felt incredibly good.

In the midst of the howling wind, Yiluo Xi’s lips couldn’t help but curl up into a smirk. She couldn’t discern which of the dozens of poisonous serpents was the true body and which were the clones, but she had her methods.

"Flame, come forth!"

Her voice once again traveled dozens of kilometers around.

The ordinary Fire Emission ability, under the amplification of "The Infinite Gates," instantly turned into an endless celestial fire that fell from the sky, burning away the poison mists and toxins. Initially, the fire did not burn rapidly, as Yiluo Xi’s flames were far from the essence of these virulent toxins. But as the burning began, and "The Infinite Gates" struck the ’target,’ waves of feedback boosted Yiluo Xi’s power.

Spirit continued to rise, and the power of the flames continued to grow.

In a moment, the power of the flame increased several-fold, and the intensity of the fire expanded dozens of times, shrinking the now unrooted poison mires and mists, and forcing the serpents formed from toxin into a corner.

Yet the sea of flames was still endless.

Soon, each of the toxin serpents was charred dry, leaving only Youlius’s original body, which reluctently showed its form amidst the endless fire. He once again commanded the deadly poison to form a cloud, wrapping himself in a cocoon of ink-green poison fog for protection, flying through the sea of fire toward the distance.

But just as Youlius began to fly, the space in the firmament twisted, and that was hundreds of thousands of invisible hands reaching out from the ripples of "The Infinite Gates," falling from all directions.

It was like layers of barriers.

Even though Youlius smashed through them with great force, his speed inevitably slowed. This delay allowed the giant-like sturdy man to catch up, seize him, and tightly grip him, his body emitting a series of unbearable cracks under the deadly embrace of the giant’s hands.

Youlius became fierce, his face twisted as he yelled at the strong man who had caught him:

"I surrender!"

Yiluo Xi, Xing Jinglei: "What?" ×2

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When the toxic mire, the energy surge, and the celestial fire all erupted in succession, the battle at the Oasis outside was obscured from view, many of those watching the battle scratched their ears and cheeks, restless with impatience.

But they dared not approach any closer to observe by leaving the Oasis.

While many people discussed animatedly, straining their eyes to look into the distance, a figure in a white robe walked at a leisurely pace down the sparsely populated streets. The person passed through hurried caravans and mercenaries, like a white ghost, somehow not attracting any attention.

Until, a figure in a green long coat blocked his path.

The folding fan in his hand was gone, replaced by an extravagantly shaped scythe at his waist, along with a broken Holy Sword. The person in green stood like that, standing tens of paces away from the figure in the cloak.

"Pavilion Master."

The aura spread out, an invisible force pervading the air, as if the whole street lay beneath rippling water.

At the core of the ripples’ spread, one was the person in green, the other was the robed figure.