Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2278 - 2278 2268 Puppet

2278: Chapter 2268: Puppet 2278: Chapter 2268: Puppet “Swoosh!”

A breaking sound came through the air, Long Yan reacted very swiftly, instantly vanishing from his spot.

With a wave of his hand, the Lu Xian Sword appeared in his grasp, and four or five streaks of Sword Light flew toward the direction of the sound.

Long Yan felt that he had likely touched some trap mechanism in the tomb’s passage, but there was a clanging sound coming from where the Sword Light landed.

This surprised Long Yan somewhat, and suddenly, a bad premonition surged in his heart.

In an instant, he crouched down, and a snow-white light streak swept overhead, taking two hairs from his head.

Another clanging sound resounded, and Long Yan disappeared from his original spot, reappearing up in the air – that sound, like a maggot attached to bones, rang out again around him.

With a “bang,” Long Yan fiercely launched a punch, but the feeling upon impact was like hitting steel.

Long Yan inwardly cursed, retreating explosively.

Another snow-white light flashed by; had Long Yan not dodged in time, the severed limb might have been his arm.

By the time Long Yan landed again, his eyes had turned golden yellow; the White Tiger’s Secret had been activated.

In this pitch-black environment, only the White Tiger’s Secret could see a person’s Soul.

Long Yan had already ruled out the possibility of traps in his mind.

Other than Humans, Long Yan couldn’t imagine anything else capable of such feats, akin to relentless bone-attached maggots, the clanging sound once more filled the air.

“??”

Long Yan truly didn’t know what to say.

In his eyes, everything was still pitch black, which meant whatever was attacking him completely lacked a Soul.

The sound of clanging rose.

All of a sudden, Long Yan held the Lu Xian Sword horizontally, and a metallic clash echoed through the air.

The massive Power pushed Long Yan back two steps, numbing his arms with its strength.

The atmosphere was just too eerie.

The continuous clangs in the darkness, Long Yan couldn’t see where his opponent was and had to rely solely on his experience from years of rough and tumble to evade the mystery assailant’s attacks.

The Lu Xian Sword collided fiercely with the white light, and with the help of the rebound, Long Yan rushed toward the inside of the Hall.

Sensing Long Yan’s movement, the clangs from behind became more hurried.

Without any room for delay, Long Yan exerted all his strength to charge into the darkness.

In the blurry dark, Long Yan couldn’t distinguish north from south, east from west, blindly running around in Chaos.

The sounds from behind followed him like a Fierce Ghost claiming lives, not fast in speed, but even at Long Yan’s full sprint, he couldn’t shake off the sounds that trailed him.

The Lu Xian Sword in his hand unleashed a snow-white Sword aura, and with the light emanating from the Sword aura, Long Yan could finally make out something—it seemed like a white shadow flashed past in front of him, likely the source of the clanging noise.

Indeed, now Long Yan could only call it a thing – a humanoid without a Soul couldn’t be anything but a thing.

The Sword Light helped Long Yan to see the white shadow, which then dissipated into the air, and the white shadow seemed to have no intention of giving up on Long Yan.

Accompanying the clangs, a white light instantly chopped down on the ground beside Long Yan, and the pebbles it kicked up hit him, causing some pain.

If such an attack even once landed on Long Yan, not to mention the Weapon’s sharpness, just its sheer force would be enough to crush Long Yan to death.

With a heavy stomp on the ground, Long Yan shot out like a crimson stream of light toward the distance, without the slightest hesitation.

The clangs from behind were incessant, but Long Yan dared not look back; the narrow, dark Passage was not suited for his combat style.

Suddenly, Long Yan turned around fiercely, and a Seven-Colored Divine Flame emerged in his hand.

As soon as the Divine Fire appeared, even the surrounding air became hot and dry, and Long Yan ruthlessly threw the Divine Fire towards where the sound was coming from.

The whistling sound of cutting through the air rose in the atmosphere, as the seven-colored Divine Fire illuminated the surroundings.

Sensing the threat, a white shadow leaped and disappeared into the air.

Long Yan dared not delay and dashed straight ahead.

The sound did not cease, still closely following behind Long Yan.

“Damn persistent spirits!”

Long Yan cursed under his breath, his voice unusually clear in the empty hall.

Hearing Long Yan’s curse, the sound did not halt but continued to closely pursue him.

“What is this?”

Realizing there was an obstacle ahead, Long Yan’s heart chilled.

It was truly a case of misfortune raining down on an already leaky house, for he had reached the end of the corridor.

The massive wall was clearly telling Long Yan that this way was blocked.

Normally Long Yan wouldn’t have said anything, but right now, a Fierce Ghost was on his heels.

This undoubtedly forced Long Yan into a desperate situation.

Surrounding himself with a ring of Divine Fire, Long Yan’s mind spun rapidly, trying to find any way to deal with the monster in front of him.

The clear clanging sounds continued to come, making Long Yan feel waves of panic.

Now, within the circle of fire, the clanging sounds were incessant, as if searching for a breakthrough.

But upon finding nowhere to strike, the clanging ceased.

Long Yan tapped on the wall behind him and also gave up on the idea of breaking through it.

It seemed that if he wanted to escape, he would have to find another way.

The people who built the tomb must have anticipated this scenario, and behind Long Yan was nothing but solid earth.

While admiring the fine craftsmanship of the entire relic, Long Yan’s heart also cursed the designer of this tomb to high heaven.

How had they come up with such a bizarre design?

Of course, after the cursing, he still had to find a way out.

The Divine Fire faintly illuminated the surrounding things.

The desolate corridor was completely bare except for the grey walls, making it excessively empty.

However, a question arose in Long Yan’s heart.

Where had the white shadow gone?

That killing intent, which made Long Yan’s scalp tingle, had not dissipated.

But just as Long Yan was contemplating, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

With a whoosh, the flame of the Divine Fire leapt up high, which settled Long Yan’s nerves.

A white figure disappeared above the ceiling.

It seemed that if Long Yan hadn’t reacted to the final attack vector just in time, he might have been ambushed by the white shadow.

Although he was temporarily safe, Long Yan’s True Qi was depleting rapidly, approaching nothingness.

The temporary safety was like a slow suicide, only waiting for a gradual death.

But from the events just now, Long Yan had pinpointed the greatest weakness of the white shadow.

The white shadow might possess a strong body and power, even the ability to burst forth at short distances, but it also had one most lethal flaw, which was the lack of intelligence.

From the attacks just now, it seemed that the white shadow would constantly attempt to chase and kill anyone entering the corridor, through various means, but it also has a significant weakness: it could only dodge incoming attacks solely by relying on the speed of its physical body.