darknovel Chapter 192 Old Grudges Rekindled
Chapter 192 Old Grudges Rekindled
"This is."
Mo Chengyue was shocked.
The starting posture of that set of hand seals.
So familiar.
It was so familiar that it instantly brought back some extremely horrible images.
Accompanied by the commander's angry roar.
Several dark red chains burst forth from the scorched earth.
That nauseating, ghostly aura.
These are the chains of the underworld.
A bloody scene reappeared in Mo Chengyue's mind.
That was Su Qingying's abdomen, pierced by the poisonous bone spear.
It was her shattered inner core and her irretrievable life force.
The aura of that demonic poison that led to her tragic death.
And the ghostly, fishy smell surging up from the basin at this moment.
They perfectly overlapped in Mo Chengyue's perception.
These demons are in cahoots.
Click.
A very faint sound of bones grinding together.
Mo Chengyue's palm had somehow become firmly gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist.
These guys just happened to run right into his line of fire.
The Jade Spirit Sword, bound with cloth strips.
A very low, resonant hum came from within the scabbard.
Mo Chengyue's jawline was taut like a fully drawn bowstring.
But he did not draw his sword.
Absolute rationality.
He forcefully suppressed his volatile emotions that were about to spiral out of control.
He simply pressed his back even harder into the cold rock.
Use pain to stay awake.
The demon leader's Netherworld Chains had tightly bound three nodes of the sword formation.
Click.
Large areas of cracks appeared on the surface of the protective cover.
The aloof female cultivator coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Her stunningly beautiful face was ashen white.
"Senior brother."
"The formation is about to break."
"We can't stop them."
Her voice trembled as she looked at the righteous genius.
The righteous prodigy's face was so gloomy it could drip water.
The red light in his cuffs flickered.
The jade slip was so tightly gripped by him that it creaked.
He gritted his teeth and growled.
Hold on for three more breaths.
We'll retreat the moment his demonic energy subsides.
At times like this.
Whoever retreats first will die first.
Both sides are on the verge of exhaustion.
This is the final hurdle, a test of willpower and shamelessness.
It's not time yet.
Mo Chengyue coldly counted down in his mind.
As the shrew.
The worst thing you can do is to quit prematurely.
They must wait until they have drained each other of their last drop of blood.
Wait until they lay all their cards on the table.
That would be the best time to clear the area.
Mo Chengyue's eyes, hidden behind the bronze mask, were fixed on the basin.
Mo Chengyue pressed his back into the crevice of the rock.
In the basin below.
The demon leader's Netherworld Chains are tightly binding the three core nodes of the righteous sword formation.
The aloof female cultivator tilted her head back and spat out a mouthful of glaring blood.
The protective array beneath her feet emitted a series of cracking sounds as it struggled to withstand the strain.
A mountain breeze carrying a strong smell of blood swept up the cliff.
That smell was so familiar.
It was exactly the same ghostly, fishy smell emanating from the abdominal wound that Su Qingying had before her death.
This is the same poisonous miasma law inherited from the demon race.
Mo Chengyue's right palm instantly broke out in a cold sweat as he gripped the hilt of the Biling Sword tightly.
A very low, resonant tremor immediately came from deep within the scabbard.
"Don't rush."
"Rushing to feed kills is a Bronze-level strategy; we're playing in the King of Glory level now."
Mo Chengyue coldly uttered a retort in his mind.
He slowly loosened his five fingers.
It took a full breath.
He then forcefully suppressed the violent emotions that were about to burst out of his chest, along with the frenzied ancient true energy, back into the deepest part of his dantian.
Once the killing intent is forcibly compressed to its extreme.
My mind, on the contrary, felt utterly cold.
He silently gave himself an absolute death sentence.
Not even a single hair is allowed to peek out from the shadow of this rock unless it is the optimal time.
These are the workplace survival rules of seasoned employees.
It is also the highest level of self-discipline for top hunters on the hunting grounds.
He quietly withdrew his outward-radiating divine sense as if it were mercury spilling onto the ground.
Then start peeling the onion, unraveling the mess below layer by layer.
This is the analytical framework of the Gou Dao analysis method.
It was an instinct he honed through countless sleepless nights doing competitive analysis on Earth in his previous life.
Previously, he only used this model to calculate the best escape route.
Today, he is preparing to fill this framework with a zero-error slaughter list.
The true path is revealed one by one.
Mo Chengyue's gaze was fixed on the left sleeve of the righteous prodigy.
The guy's left hand was always hanging down in an extremely unnatural position.
His fingers gripped the jade slip that shimmered with red light tightly.
"Do you really think I'm a country bumpkin?"
"That thing is not a distress signal to call for help at all."
"The spiritual energy resonance frequency is in complete chaos. This is an explosive seal that will destroy both friend and foe."
Mo Chengyue quickly labeled it in his mind.
This talisman.
This scumbag is the tool he uses to intimidate his fellow disciples and prevent them from backing down.
This was also his last source of confidence to linger here.
Let's look at that eight-person sword formation again.
A huge, unbridgeable gap has long existed on the right wing.
That spot was left by the unlucky guy who was just pushed out by the righteous genius to be a human shield.
The aloof female cultivator was currently desperately holding on to the core of the formation.
Her vital essence was most depleted, and she was only kept alive by a mouthful of blood essence.
She is the last load-bearing wall of the entire defensive formation.
The moment she falls, the tortoise shell will shatter into pieces.
On the other hand, consider the righteous prodigy who shouted the loudest slogan.
His position was extremely sleazy.
It barely outputs any effective true energy, spending the entire time hiding behind the formation to accumulate mana.
This is a dangerous strategist who wears a moral guise and is always ready to betray his teammates.
"This move is practically the grandmaster of betraying teammates."
"It would be a disservice to his acting skills not to give him a Best Deceptive Acting Award."
Mo Chengyue sneered inwardly.
The Demon Clan appears strong on the outside but is weak on the inside; its true nature has been revealed.
He shifted his gaze and locked it onto the demon leader's incredibly arrogant protective armor.
The edges of the magic armor were covered with countless fine cracks.
"This is not physical combat damage."
"This is a trace of the backlash from the laws caused by forcibly overdrawing the life essence to maintain the Netherworld Chains."
"Moreover, the rate at which the cracks are spreading is accelerating exponentially."
He quickly cross-referenced the current rate of extension of the Netherworld Chains with the data from two breaths ago.
An extremely cold conclusion was reached.
The density of the chain blockade has already slowed down to a very small extent.
As for the remaining minions of the demon squad...
His steps were heavy, and his demonic energy dissipated.
They have completely degenerated into a purely defensive posture and can't even muster a decent counterattack.
"At the end of its rope."
"At most, it will hold for two more breaths, and these broken chains will loosen on their own."
"That righteous prodigy, full of wicked schemes, will definitely misjudge this as an opportunity to turn the tables."
"He will definitely rush in with all his troops."
The Gou Dao analysis method has been comprehensively upgraded.
Mo Chengyue began frantically laying out the geometric advance route of the Heavenly Gang Dragon Step in his sea of consciousness.
once.
This analytical framework is full of ways to escape danger.
just now.
The inside is densely filled with the spatial coordinates and kill priority of each prey.
He designed three plans for himself.
Line A: Full power burst, proactively entering the fray to employ decapitation tactics.
Option B: Survive until the end of time, wait until both sides have completely exhausted their brains before going down to pick up the scraps.
Route C: Using someone else to do the dirty work.
"Directly force that hypocrite to trigger the explosive seal."
"Let the enemy's area-of-effect attacks clear out these small fry for me."
finally.
In his rapidly working mind, the two solutions, A and C, were perfectly stitched together to form an optimal solution.