Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2119 - 2119 2109 Bitter Battle

2119: Chapter 2109: Bitter Battle 2119: Chapter 2109: Bitter Battle Ye Fu’s body underwent a drastic transformation; his previously wispy body solidified into flesh, with explosive power hidden under his bulging muscles.

In his hand, the Ghoul-head Saber flickered with a pitch-black light.

“It’s not yet certain who will die.”

A wave of combativeness surged in Long Yan’s eyes.

Ye Fu’s breath made Long Yan’s White Tiger’s Secret unable to sense his strength; within Ye Fu’s body, Long Yan could only see bursts of strong Demonic Qi.

“No need to look anymore.”

As if sensing something, Ye Fu provocatively smiled, his eyes briefly flashing with fierceness.

“I am of the Demon Emperor Level strength; for a strong one with your level of power, you are nothing in my eyes.”

Ye Fu mused to himself, raising the Ghoul-head Saber in his hand and slashing it down towards Long Yan, with the air faintly filled with the sound of screams.

The Ghoul-head Saber also possessed the effect of a Soul Attack during its assault.

“Clang,” the handle of the Magic Gun collided with the Ghoul-head Saber, and the immense force transmitted from the handle nearly made the Magic Gun slip from his hand.

“Not bad.”

Ye Fu looked proudly at Long Yan, who was desperately struggling; his Ghoul-head Saber swiftly launched four slashes in the air, the speed of which left Long Yan somewhat agape.

Only managing to block three slashes, Long Yan dodged the fourth that tore through his clothes.

The crying sound in the air grew louder, and even with the protection of the White Tiger’s Secret, Long Yan felt a wave of dizziness.

But there was no time for Long Yan to catch his breath, as the Ghoul-head Saber transformed into a death-hastening fierce ghost and hacked towards Long Yan.

In haste, Long Yan could only use an explosion of True Qi to force Ye Fu back.

Gasping heavily, the brief combat almost claimed Long Yan’s life.

Had his reaction been slower, it would have been his chest sliced open instead of his clothes.

“To think you could still hold on, not bad.”

A hint of admiration flickered through Ye Fu’s ferocious eyes, but his movements did not slow down in the slightest.

The pitch-black blade light in the air made it impossible for Long Yan to defend.

“Black Flame Prison!”

In Long Yan’s hands emerged a pitch-black flame sphere, which he hurled at Ye Fu in the moment they passed each other.

“Oh?”

Curiously inspecting the flying Black Light Sphere, Ye Fu showed no intention of dodging, letting the Black Sphere hit him directly.

The immense Black Light Sphere kept expanding, but the result was not as Long Yan had envisioned.

The figure amid the black light was unmoved, like a mountain.

“How is this possible?”

This was the first time Mo Shuang Ancient Flame faced a defeat in his life; a flame with the death mystic should have snuffed out Ye Fu’s life instantly.

But reality was brutally displayed right before him; when the sphere dispersed, Ye Fu’s figure reappeared before Long Yan.

He completely lost all hope.

“The power is decent, wouldn’t you say?”

Ye Fu licked his lips.

The presence of a mystic in such a small Cultivation World truly surprised him.

Glancing at his pitch-black left arm, Ye Fu’s greedy gaze fixed on Long Yan.

If he killed Long Yan, this powerful mystic would belong to him.

Raising the Ghoul-head Saber high, the upcoming scene made Long Yan almost unable to watch directly.

Ye Fu chopped off his own left arm, but his expression remained unchanged.

The arm that had disappeared rapidly regenerated, quickly growing back into a complete limb.

This was the racial talent of the Demon Clan; of course, not all possessed it, but the faction Ye Fu belonged to was known as the Undead Demons, always at the vanguard of the Demon Clan.

“The game is over.”

Ye Fu also sheathed his playful demeanor, and Long Yan felt the temperature around him drop significantly.

“Demon Bead.”

Just as Ye Fu’s newly regenerated left hand condensed a Demonic Qi Bead, it flew towards Long Yan.

The moment it touched the Magic Gun, the entire Demonic Qi Bead exploded violently.

“Die.”

The Demon Bead made Long Yan cough repeatedly.

Although not very powerful, the rising smoke made him cough repeatedly.

The Ghoul-head Saber flashed with dazzling light, and a twisted expression appeared on Ye Fu’s face.

Got it!

“Roar!”

A crimson Blood Qilin enveloped Long Yan’s body.

This was the spirit of the Magic Gun, and the majestic Blood Qilin transformed into the sturdiest shield, blocking the attack of the Ghoul-head Saber.

Ye Fu’s figure retreated to the original position, but the arm holding the Ghoul-head Saber was inconspicuously shaken behind him.

The recoil force when he had struck the spirit made his hand tingle.

“So it’s such a top-notch Demon Artifact!”

Ye Fu was shocked internally, but it was replaced by a greedy look.

Long Yan really had a lot of good things on him, but if he were to kill him, all these things would be his.

Long Yan…

must die!

Without power, yet possessing such treasures, it must be said, having lived for over one hundred years, Ye Fu had never envied someone so much.

“Hmph!”

Seeing Ye Fu’s greedy gaze, a cold snort came from Long Yan’s mouth.

The Blood Qilin opened its huge mouth, and a powerful beam of red light surged towards Ye Fu.

The immense force made Ye Fu also wary to confront it directly.

His left hand condensed something, and his body transformed back into the initial smoky form.

Like alternating between two states, Long Yan’s attacks once again failed to take effect, with only the sound of breathing, Ye Fu’s figure had already appeared behind the Blood Qilin.

With a crisp sound, the dagger in Ye Fu’s hand snapped into two pieces.

It seems the Blood Qilin’s spirit was truly mighty in both defense and offense.

Long Yan’s Magic Gun, burning with crimson flames, swirled with such power that even a strong one like Ye Fu dared not face it head-on.

The air carried a smell of scorching, and Long Yan’s continuous attacks did not cause any damage to Ye Fu.

Ye Fu simply waited quietly for the moment when Long Yan’s True Qi would be exhausted.

There was not much Long Yan could do about Ye Fu’s current state.

Like a cat hunting a mouse, Ye Fu was in no rush.

How long could the Blood Qilin’s state last?

An hour, four hours.

A trace of anxiety appeared in Long Yan’s heart.

Although his True Qi was not yet depleted, Bai Xiaosheng was probably overwhelmed and couldn’t spare anyone to support Long Yan.

“Still waiting for backup?”

Seeing Long Yan frequently looking towards the direction of the Arena, Ye Fu instantly saw through Long Yan’s plans.

If it were the Holy Domain, he would have already dealt with Long Yan, but in this small world, there were no strong ones who could threaten him, so he was in no hurry.

Another shattered dagger signified another failure of Ye Fu’s attack, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the Blood Qilin’s abnormal defense.

But Long Yan’s next move greatly surprised Ye Fu; he unexpectedly withdrew the Blood Qilin’s Defense.

Ye Fu’s figure instantly appeared behind Long Yan.

The Ghoul-head Saber was raised high, and even for this battle, Ye Fu felt it was becoming somewhat tedious.