The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 136 - 121: Counterkill!_1

Chapter 136: Chapter 121: Counterkill!_1

Under the night sky, Blood Moon’s beast-catching ship hovered in the air.

Pang Jian, who was adjusting his state while waiting for Ni Chen and the others to approach, prepared to have the decisive battle here.

With Luo Hongyan’s restraint and assistance, he intended to kill all those who dared to chase him, right here in this marsh.

Hearing the loud shouts of Zhao Ling and Wu Yi, his eyebrows instead furrowed.

"Dark Ghosts..."

Pang Jian muttered quietly to himself.

He had never held a good impression of this organization.

During the Black Water Pool incident, led by Hong Tai, a large number of Dark Ghosts were slaughtered by him, and people like Jin Yang and Xu Rui were his enemies.

If Dark Ghosts found out that it was he who killed Jin Yang and spoiled the Dark Ghost Leader’s grand plans, they would certainly not let him off.

——He was cautiously on guard against everyone from the Dark Ghosts.

This trip to Cloud Marsh, pretending to be Hong Tai’s nephew, was purely to borrow the resources of the Dark Ghosts.

Even when interacting with Meng Qiulan and Zhao Ling, he behaved quite coldly, not wanting to have any entanglements with these people.

Yet on this night, as he was being pursued and seemingly in a bad situation by the cultivators of Blood Moon, this group of Dark Ghosts members he didn’t particularly care for actually rushed over from afar.

This turn of events made Pang Jian’s feelings rather complex.

"Let them through!"

Ni Chen laughed heartily from within the thick underbrush, "We can capture them all in one fell swoop!"

The other two Marrow Cleansing Realm cultivators of Blood Moon, upon hearing this, no longer wasted effort to stop them, allowing Zhao Ling and her party to arrive smoothly at Pang Jian’s location.

"Pang Jian!"

With her long, slender legs accentuated by the pale purple dress, Zhao Ling’s eyes shone with a captivating light beneath her sharp brows.

She looked deeply at Pang Jian.

Pang Jian, standing erect with an Astonishing Spear planted in the mud before him, had a calm, chiseled face full of serenity.

His entire being, united with the long spear, gave off an extremely sharp and intense edge.

Brushing the shaft with one hand, his eyes showed not a trace of panic, hardly resembling a lamb waiting to be slaughtered by Blood Moon.

——As if he were the hunter instead.

"You, on the verge of death, and yet so confident," Zhao Ling said with a hint of mocking laughter, but her heart was slightly stirred.

She was also attracted by Pang Jian’s calm and collected demeanor in this moment, thinking to herself, "No wonder Bai Wei and Bai Zhi are so infatuated with him, this kid really does have a unique charm..."

"Pang Jian!"

Bai Wei and Bai Zhi appeared soon after, their beautiful eyes, each with their own charm, fixated on Pang Jian.

Meng Qiulan, who was responsible for covering their rear, appeared last. Seeing Pang Jian covered in dried blood, she asked with a frown, "Can you hold on?"

"I’m fine."

Pang Jian shook his head and voiced his doubt, "Why have you come?"

When they last parted ways, he was quite rude in his accusations of Meng Qiilan, and yet the old woman, bearing no resentment, had appeared alongside Zhao Ling and Wu Yi.

"We feel that standing with you in battle, we can kill more of Blood Moon’s people," Meng Qiulan spoke without hesitation. "We have no illusions of escaping this calamity. Rather than being humiliated at the end, it’s better to fight alongside you and die valiantly!"

Pang Jian turned to look at Zhao Ling.

"I’m different from her; I feel that you seem to have the confidence to get through this great calamity safely," Zhao Ling pulled the corners of her mouth into a wry smile, saying, "I know it’s unrealistic, but I still want to take the risk. At worst, we just die earlier."

Pang Jian nodded, neither affirming nor denying Zhao Ling’s words, as his gaze landed on the marsh with the most silt.

Below that swamp sat a Heavenly Spirit Tower from the Yin Spirit Temple.

"Dark Ghosts have only this many people left?"

Ni Chen, together with his two fellow disciples, emerged from the tall undergrowth at a leisurely pace.

As he spoke, he tossed the blood-red crystal ball in his hand towards the sky.

"Rising of Blood Moon!"

With Ni Chen’s command, streaks of crimson blood flew out from the beast-catching ship, surrounding the blood-red crystal ball in layers.

The thick blood remained suspended in midair, not falling and diffusing an acrid smell of blood.

The blood-red crystal ball, as though floating within the blood, slowly transformed into a scarlet full moon, emitting an unsettling blood-red glow.

The Dark Ghosts below, upon the formation of this blood moon, felt restless and agitated.

"Beneath the Blood Moon, our battle strength can increase by ten to twenty percent, while yours will weaken by the same amount," proclaimed Ni Chen with a narrow face and monkey-like features, stroking his sparse beard while squinting at the Bai sisters, "Fei Zheng really has good taste, knowing Elder Jiuyuan’s preference. He managed to find a fine pair from the Lower Realm."

Bai Wei bit her lower lip and moved a bit closer to her sister, whispering softly, "Birds of a feather."

"In the eyes of those Upper Realm folks, aside from members of the seven major families, all others from the Lower Realm... are resources for the taking," Bai Zhi replied in a low voice.

"Brother Ni, Brother Zhao, I..."

The dark-faced Qi Yue, licking the corner of his mouth, stared at Zhao Ling’s legs, saying, "I’ve never been to the Lower Realm before, and I didn’t expect to find such an outstanding person among the Dark Ghosts here!"

His throat trembled lightly as if he desired to swallow Zhao Ling whole, and his gaze was as searing as lightning.

"She is called Zhao Ling, a hall master of the Dark Ghosts, and her cultivation level is the same as yours,"

Ni Chen said indifferently.

"To be a hall master, and at the same Marrow Cleaning Realm as me!"

Qi Yue’s body trembled with excitement as he cursed, "No wonder that damn Fei Zheng insisted on arranging a mission to capture beasts in the Lower Realm! For us, the Lower Realm is practically the land of plenty, I truly hope nothing goes awry down there!"

At this moment.

The blood-red full moon above their heads was drawing beast blood shot from the beast-catching ship, a forbidden technique targeting the blood of the people below that had yet to be completed successfully.

Ni Chen and the other two with Qi Yue were not in a hurry to make a move, still finding time to chatter.

"Brother Ni, Brother Zhao, I want that hall master alive! Afterward, you can name any condition you like!"

The blood in Qi Yue’s body seemed to boil under the stimulation of the Blood Moon overhead; he grunted, swallowing saliva with a voracious look in his eyes toward Zhao Ling.

Ni Chen nodded, "I’ll be careful, but if she resists too fiercely, then I won’t be able to concern myself with that."

Usually reserved, Zhao Muye sternly shouted, "I want that lad’s long spear!"

He had made his inquiries on the way here, the spear-wielding youth who had killed Fei Zheng, breaking Fei’s hexagonal shield with that spear, was definitely an extraordinary item.

He had no interest in beauty, only wanting to acquire a high-grade weapon that would maximize his combat effectiveness.

"I can give it to you right now."

The hand Pang Jian used to support the Astonishing Spear radiated with flame energy, giving off a sulfuric scent around him.

His tall and refined body suddenly shook violently, and the coagulated blood on his body started to fall away.

Where the coagulated blood had fallen, there were no horrifying wounds, not a single visible blood hole!

"How is that possible?!"

Zhao Muye screamed in disbelief.

His own shot blood-hued rainbow had struck Pang Jian more than once.

The arrows and long spears that the others from the Blood Moon fired from the sky had also hit Pang Jian numerous times.

He had thought there would be deep bone-revealing wounds under that coagulated blood; he even thought that Pang Jian had stopped because he was bleeding uncontrollably and couldn’t hold on any longer.

Before Zhao Muye could react.

"Whoosh!"

A dazzling beam, like a meteor of flame, rushed toward him with a fury of raging flame energy, reaching him in the blink of an eye.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

In panic, Zhao Muye rapidly executed the "Blood Shadow Skill," turning into three blurred blood-shadows and dodging in three directions.

"Boom! Boom boom boom!"

Balls of flaming light exploded in the area, engulfing all three fleeing blood-shadows.

The Explosive Dance, an area-of-effect offensive move, also completely submerged the Blood Moon cultivator who coveted the Astonishing Spear.

"His strength can’t even compare to Fei Zheng, and he dares covet my long spear?"

— That was the last sentence Zhao Muye heard before he died.

Afterward, under the scorching energy of the balls of light around him, he was blasted to pieces.

"Hong Jian!"

Bai Wei and Bai Zhi clenched their fists and waved their arms in excitement, cheering.

Zhao Ling, who had been coldly staring at Qi Yue, was also shaken by the bloody scene. She watched in horror as the three blood-shadows burst one after another, hitting the ground as nothing more than fragments of flesh.

At the later stage of Marrow Cleaning Realm, just like her, Zhao Muye died much faster than Fei Zheng!

This implied that, during Pang Jian’s disappearance, his combat strength had greatly increased!

"When he killed Fei Zheng, he was at the middle stage of Marrow Cleaning Realm, but now he’s at the later stage!" Wu Yi screamed, reminding everyone excitedly, and then added, "If you ask me, it’s not us who should be afraid—it’s these self-righteous folks from Blood Moon!"

"Kill!"

Meng Qiulan, along with Zhao Ling and Wu Yi, attacked Qi Yue in perfect unison.

— They left the tougher Ni Chen for Pang Jian to deal with.

They believed that with Pang Jian’s combat power, killing any enemy at the same cultivation level of Marrow Cleaning Realm wouldn’t be difficult.

"Blood Moon Suppression!"

Ni Chen screamed in terror and quickly dashed into the dense underbrush behind him, shouting at the dark red full moon above.

The blood water rippling under the dark red full moon slowly undulated, with rings of blood light spreading like ripples. As the blood water diminished, the Blood Moon began to suppress the people below.

Just as Meng Qiulan, Zhao Ling, and Wu Yi had surrounded Qi Yue, they all groaned simultaneously.

The flow of blood within their bodies became sluggish, and the vigorous life force in their chest and organs was suppressed by the dark red full moon, preventing them from gathering their power.

"Whoosh! Sizzle!"

Fire lances, blood arrows, and light rainbow kept shooting from the beast-catching ships above, like the prior waves against Pang Jian, leaving wounds of varying degrees on them.

Qi Yue also managed to escape their encirclement in the confusion.

"Old Zhu, Zhao Muye is dead! A kid named Hong Jian is tough to handle, I request your personal appearance at the scene!"

Retreating to the underbrush, Ni Chen held a voice-transmitting Blood Talisman in his hand and shouted into it, "Tell those from the seven major families on Cloud Sail to converge with our beast-catching ships as quickly as possible!"

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