Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2495: 2485: Blood Wind

Chapter 2495: Chapter 2485: Blood Wind

The magic spear in this silent space burst forth like a red lightning bolt, and the old monk’s face remained a scene of madness. The Buddha Light Barrier that had initially dissolved suddenly rose again in the blink of an eye, but it turned blood red this time.

The old monk waved his hand and set up a blood-red barrier before him. When the magic spear struck the barrier, it felt like water. The old monk took two steps back and clasped his hands together.

“Amitabha!”

As the Buddha’s chant resounded, the area around the old monk was filled with blood-colored Sanskrit, radiating blood-red light. Where was the former Buddhistic aura? The current old monk looked like a frenzied killer.

“Take Chu Lu and leave first!”

Long Yan turned his head and shouted, and after speaking, without caring if the three could hear, he forcefully withdrew the magic spear. The sharp spear spun like a windmill in the sky towards the ground-bound old monk, but despite the formidable attack, the old monk’s face remained unchanged.

He slowly extended a finger, and a piece of red Sanskrit surrounding him, as if guided, landed on the pointing finger of the old monk.

“Dharma Sutra Finger!”

The old monk shouted fiercely, his finger thrusting towards Long Yan, and it solidly collided with the tip of the magic spear. Long Yan, without any point of leverage in the air, felt as if he had struck an iron block. The magic spear, usually unstoppable, was once again met with resistance.

The Sanskrit beside the old monk began to twist irregularly, and in an instant, formed a blood-colored tornado like a goblin. A scent of blood wind carried from afar to Long Yan, as the bloody whirlwind devoured everything around it, even sending the blue bricks from the floor into the sky.

Long Yan gazed at the blood-colored tornado in contemplation. If the Martial God Array were fully activated now, it could naturally dispatch the old monk easily, but that power didn’t belong to Long Yan. On one hand, Long Yan was afraid of becoming dependent on this power, and on the other hand, he wished to solve the problem with his own strength.

“Screw you, old bald donkey, let me show you what true power is.”

With gritted teeth, Long Yan’s in-hand magic spear gathered a whirlwind no less potent than the old monk’s. It crashed towards the bloody tornado around the old monk, and at the instant they collided, sparks flew. Yet due to the disparity in size, Long Yan’s whirlwind naturally dissipated, but not without some gain. The once monstrous bloody tornado was reduced by a few degrees.

The magic spear in hand trembled slightly. In fact, during the collision, Long Yan felt his arm go numb. This old monk was even more formidable than the previous eighteen Arhats, and by more than just a small margin.

Yet Long Yan certainly wouldn’t give up, extending a finger pointing distantly toward the old monk, dozens of ice crystals emanated from beneath the old monk’s feet, then fractured and shattered into countless shards, halting like flying knives around the old monk, before losing control and dropping to the ground.

“Amitabha, why does the benefactor persist in resistance? Wouldn’t it be better to serve the Buddha in the Western Heaven?”

The old monk clasped his hands together, yet the blood-colored storm around continued to grow, thinning the air around Long Yan because of the bloody storm. This old bald donkey clearly had such Buddhistic aura, but why had he turned into this?

Long Yan’s in-hand magic spear pointed straight at the old monk in the storm, impervious to the hurricane, without a hint of shaking.

“I already decided before that no matter what is inside this temple, I’ll definitely eradicate it. This muddy water, I’ve stepped into it.”

After hearing Long Yan’s words, the fierceness in the monk’s eyes increased, and at the same time, the surrounding blood-colored storm intensified, making the old monk seem like a demon crawl out from hell.

“Yellow mouth brat, just at this age, dare to speak such boastful words. Watch as this poor monk leaves not a trace of your skeleton!”

“Blood Wind, rise!”

With the old monk’s fierce shout, the blood-colored storm rushed towards Long Yan, sweeping up everything in its path, whether bricks on the wall or grass. The sheer suction even made Long Yan feel his body slowly moving toward the blood wind while standing still.

The wind cut like a knife, and just from a few scattered wisps, Long Yan instantly turned into a bloodied man. This was merely a few stray winds from the blood storm. If caught in the tornado, Long Yan reckoned he’d turn into a pool of flesh in an instant, enough to make dumplings straight away.

But behind Long Yan were three people, clutching pillars desperately to avoid being sucked in. There was no way to escape, so if Long Yan moved aside, the three behind him would become the tornado’s target.

“Long Yan, leave quickly, don’t worry about us.”

Chu Meng, barely able to open her eyes against the fierce wind, knew instinctively that Long Yan wouldn’t leave. Yet, opening her mouth let the wind into her stomach. Fortunately, this wind wasn’t like that which struck Long Yan, otherwise, Chu Meng might have perished there and then.

Forcing her eyes open, Chu Meng saw Long Yan now a bloodied figure, feeling a wave of sadness, yet her tears stayed locked within her eyes somehow.

Are we really going to die here today?

Being able to die with him isn’t too bad.

Chu Meng slowly released her grip.

If we were to die, then Long Yan should be able to escape. I, Chu Meng, am a mercenary, and I won’t hide behind anyone.

Her body, like a worn-out kite, was sucked into the tornado, yet she felt no fear. They were Long Yan’s burden. Without them, Long Yan’s ability should prevail.

Chu Meng firmly believed this, her body drawing closer to the blood-colored tornado, putting all her effort to open her eyes, only to find a bit of panic on Long Yan’s bloodstained face.

Perhaps for a mercenary like me, that’s enough. Surely, she also saw Long Yan desperately rushing towards her, but how could one be faster than the wind? He really is silly!

Chu Meng’s mouth curled into a smile, feeling that there wasn’t much left to worry about.

Although dying this way might be a bit ugly.

After a while, she felt no sensation of her body being torn apart, only slowly opening her beautiful eyes to find herself in someone’s arms–in a rather embarrassing position. The familiar face that filled her vision.

“Hey, why are you so silly, I didn’t say I couldn’t handle this little wind.”

The one holding Chu Meng was naturally Long Yan, and now with even more wounds on his body, cut by the hurricane while grabbing her. But as she looked around, they were still in the storm.

Are we doomed to die together?