Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 762 - 759: The Legend of the Invincible Holy War

Chapter 762: Chapter 759: The Legend of the Invincible Holy War

The old man’s expression changed abruptly before he suddenly looked up to the sky and burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face.

Once a peerless warrior who had furiously slain the Fusang Ninjas in the Ancient Greek Wilderness and fought alone against the Egyptian masters in the Holy War, he had just died like that. The legend of the invincible Holy War had truly shattered!

This hope that had simmered in the old man’s heart for five years was instantly crushed.

The brothers’ reunion turned out to be such a result, tragic, desolate, filled with endless sorrow.

He would forever remember the tragic battle hymn when all the angels fell during the conflict in Greece, this desolate act of sacrificing for one’s country. How many in Huaxia still remembered those heroes who shed tears and blood, who gave their broken bodies for righteousness?

"Ah...!"

Unable to control his emotions, the old man howled to the sky, his voice piercing with endless desolation.

After a long wait, this was the answer he received.

At that moment, the old man finally went insane.

Nangong Shui, who had been struggling behind him, was likewise ignited with the angelic passion within.

When he initially entered the Brazilian Amazon, Nangong Shui had only found a disfigured corpse to replace himself. However, his appearance now undoubtedly created many mysteries.

"Shoo, shoo, shoo."

From the endless depths of darkness, several streaks of white light burst forth again, the intense white beams tearing through the air with immense resistance, reaching the Fallen Angel and Blood Angel in an instant!

Under madness, the old man’s eyes turned blood red.

From his frail body erupted formidable power, faint white gleams diffusing around him.

Clang, clang, clang.

The iron chains on his wrists swung with fierce winds, shooting towards the white light.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three loud sounds rang out as Blood Angel Nangong Shui stepped three times, using the elasticity of the stone wall, his power-packed iron fist thunderously striking out.

Boom.

The depths of Black Prison suddenly shook violently.

What appeared before them was an endlessly deep, bottomless darkness.

Just as Blood Angel Nangong Bing had broken through the Stone Gate to charge in, the Stone Gate was now slowly closing, the last sliver of sunlight about to fade away.

"Go!"

The Blood Angel stared and shouted.

Swish, swish, swish.

In front of the ancient stone door, several purple beams of light suddenly shot out, the intense heat from the light almost igniting the air with a pungent smoke.

The old man’s Demon Flame soared, his strong and fierce arms swinging forcefully, the two iron chains interlocked, sparking numerous purple sparks.

Clang, clang, clang.

Sparks flew, illuminating the entire darkness.

Simultaneously, the Blood Angel swiftly grabbed the old man’s arm and ran towards the Stone Gate.

"Boom!"

The Stone Gate closed almost in the blink of an eye.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several beams of light flickered again, rushing out from the darkness.

This time, however, the light was black!

In the pitch-black darkness where you could not see your hand in front of you, they appeared abruptly, their shadows untraceable, discernible only by ear to determine their location.

"Break!"

The old man planted his feet between the stones, arms outstretched, extending the long iron chains from his wrists.

Just as a hideous face appeared in the black light, the old man’s arms clamped together, and the two iron chains, sparking wildly, lunged out.

"Puff, puff."

Blood mist filled the air as the heavily grinding chains immediately smashed the two streaks of black light, splattering plasma all around.

Clang, clang, clang.

The old man swung his arms again, sending two heavy iron chains darting into the dark light, continuously stirring.

Puff, puff, puff.

Within the dark light were actually people!

Blood Angel was shocked!

"Help me!"

Blood Angel let out a long howl and, stepping on the iron chains around the old man’s wrists, slid down them.

In no time, the dark light below turned into blood light.

Spine-chilling, hair-raising screams echoed one after another.

The old man’s pupils were sharp, like a hawk; his keen eyes tightly focused ahead.

Breaking the iron chains on his wrist with a clang, they stuck into the stone wall.

His frail body followed the chains into action.

By now, the pitch-black prison was teeming with huge masses of figures.

The two men ventured into the endless darkness, completely disappearing without a trace, and despite a long wait, there was no sign of them emerging.

"Buzz."

Clang, clang, clang.

In the depths, the chains clinked like the continuous roars of a wild beast from within the prison.

The entire Dark Prison was in complete upheaval.

Time passed, but finally, the figures of the two emerged from the darkness, both looking extremely exhausted, their bodies stained with blood, and exactly what they had endured inside remained unknown.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

The cramped space again stirred with activity, as figures, dense as a demonic flood, filled the entire dark space.

The old man glanced at Blood Angel with a trail of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.

The two, understanding each other, looked up to the sky and let out a long hearty laugh.

"Five years ago, during the Greek Magic Bracelet conflict, the entire Blazing Angel Organization fell. Now that we can meet again, it seems that the old heavens have not abandoned us!"

"No! It’s still Dark Angel; he hasn’t perished." Under his mask, Nangong Shui gave a strained smile. Even now, what could they do even if they could fight their way out?

Facing a sky full of enemies, there was simply no hope.

"Dark Angel is still alive?!"

The old man’s murky eyes brimmed with tears of excitement.

"Well then! Since we can’t get out, why don’t we try to see what lies at the depths of this Dark Prison, even if it means death! I, for one, am ready!"

The old man laughed heartily and, with his solitary figure, was the first to plunge into the endless depths. Nangong Shui removed his mask, tossed it aside, and also followed the old man towards the depths.

The shadows floating in the cramped space whirled after them fiercely.

...

In the room, Lin Zifeng had been ceaselessly infusing the Magic Bracelet with vital energy, but was completely unable to suppress the heating anomaly of the bracelet.

In the end, the bracelet cooled down on its own. After much effort, it had all been in vain.

Picking up the black, antique-textured bracelet, Lin Zifeng’s head was almost exploding.

He even fantasized about the kind of power contained within this magical bracelet, it was simply unfathomable.

Hmm?!

At that moment, Lin Zifeng stood up, surprised to find that the vital energy in his body had increased significantly, and clearly, this extra energy wasn’t forced by the Magic Bracelet.

What puzzled Lin Zifeng the most was, the color of the vital energy in the Expelling Realm should be golden yellow, yet his was slowly turning dark!

With fists flickering continuously, like demon flame!

He was capable of unleashing the power of the Peak Stage while being at the Early Stage of the Expelling Realm!

This left Lin Zifeng extremely surprised. If he were to confront a master a level higher than himself, could he not defeat a higher-level opponent?