Chapter 862: Soul of Despair
"Since you want to be the first to die... then I will grant you that wish!!"
Yun Che's physical constitution was incomparably robust. Although his current strength was far inferior to Xiao Yaohou and Feng Xue'er, when it came to the toughness of his body, the two women combined could not match him alone. The backlash from Xuanyuan Wentian's furious strike earlier had been terrifying, but it was not enough to inflict severe injury upon him.
When Xiao Yaohou blocked Xuanyuan Wentian, Yun Che had already regained his mobility in midair. Xiao Yaohou was heavily wounded and fell under Xuanyuan Wentian's hand, yet Yun Che suddenly noticed that Xuanyuan Wentian did not continue charging at him. Instead, he abruptly descended, reaching for Xiao Yaohou, who had briefly lost consciousness.
This sight made Yun Che's expression twist in alarm: "Stop!!"
Amidst his roar, Yun Che stepped on Phantom Lightning Extreme, utterly disregarding whether this was Xuanyuan Wentian's cunning trap. He charged madly toward Xuanyuan Wentian of his own accord.
But how could his speed ever match Xuanyuan Wentian's?
"Hss!!" Yun Che gritted his teeth, his eyes wide and bloodshot, a flash of blue light suddenly flickering in his pupils.
"Dragon... Soul... Domain!!"
Roar!!!!!!
An azure dragon's shadow appeared in the air, releasing the divine pressure of an ancient Dragon God that shook heaven and earth.
Under the mental domain filled with the might of the ancient Dragon God, Xuanyuan Wentian's entire body trembled, the black aura around him receding like a tide, and his speed plummeted abruptly. At that moment, a Shadow of the Celestial Wolf ablaze with phoenix flame howled in from behind, smashing heavily into his back.
Bang!!
With a tremendous crash, Xuanyuan Wentian's already mangled back exploded again, sending chunks of flesh flying, even revealing his slightly blackened spine. His entire body shot downward like a cannonball, crashing violently to the ground.
Yun Che took a slight breath, using Star God Remnant Shadow to swiftly move and catch the falling Xiao Yaohou, holding her securely in his arms.
"Aaaaahhh!!"
Xuanyuan Wentian sprang up from the ground, a roar of extreme frenzy bursting from his throat. His injuries were already gruesome to behold, yet the dark demonic aura he released had not diminished much, still pressing down on them so heavily that they could barely breathe.
In contrast, both Feng Xue'er and Xiao Yaohou had not only expended a great deal of profound energy but had also suffered quite severe internal injuries. Xiao Yaohou in particular had her internal profound energy so chaotic that it was nearly completely out of control.
"Brother Yun, are you alright?" Feng Xue'er flew over anxiously, positioning herself in front of him and Xiao Yaohou. The phoenix flame burning on her body was already noticeably weakened.
"I'm fine," Yun Che said softly. But at that moment, a palm pressed against his chest, gently pushing him away.
Xiao Yaohou had regained consciousness. Struggling out of Yun Che's support, a magnificent golden flame once again ignited on her bloodstained little hand.
Xuanyuan Wentian rose into the air, his demonic visage reappearing directly before them, shrouding them in a grim, heavy darkness of death and killing intent: "You have... once again wounded my demonic body! This time... I will send you... permanently to hell!"
Yun Che's brows were low and furrowed, the fingers gripping the Heaven-Defying Demon-Slaying Sword turning white at the knuckles. Three months ago, Xuanyuan Wentian had already been terrifying. In those three months, he and Feng Xue'er had made leaps in their profound strength, enough to believe they could handle the mutated Xuanyuan Wentian.
Unexpectedly, after three months, Xuanyuan Wentian had become far stronger than before. The combined strength of the three of them was utterly no match for him.
No good... In this state, there was simply no possibility of defeating him. If they continued, the only outcome was for all of them to die by his hand. The Demon Emperor City would soon face—
As these words were being thought, Yun Che simultaneously bit down and broke five of his own teeth. The Eternal Night Demonic Sword flew over swiftly, carrying him up and away like a black bolt of lightning toward the north.