Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1213 - 1152: Origins
Huang Yi and Barbarian Saint, the two leaders of their respective factions, quickly clashed in the Void Battlefield!
Facing the Barbarian Saint, Huang Yi’s strength reverted to its original level, no longer as formidable as when dealing with the Baron of Hell.
During their initial exchanges, the two were evenly matched, with no clear advantage for either side.
"God of Slaughter, your speed of progress is truly frightening," the Barbarian Saint said in a deep voice while fighting. "A long time ago, when I first met you on Hero’s Continent, you were just a weak mortal whom I could crush with a finger. Yesterday, on our second meeting, you had advanced to a level just a step away from the Ascension Stage, yet I could still kill you effortlessly. Just a day later, on our third encounter, you are now able to fight me on equal terms. I’ve never met anyone like you in my life, and though you are a mortal enemy, to some extent, your hatred runs so deep that I actually admire you."
Huang Yi chuckled and spoke leisurely, "It’s hard for me to imagine how we were unrelated people but have come to this life-and-death situation step by step. Looking back, it all started because of something very small when I first came to this world, powerless. One night, three Heaven-Sent individuals from the Half-Beastmen Clan harmed my family. I still remember their names: ’Chen Yuxi,’ ’Skull,’ and ’Icy Greatsword,’ three ordinary and unremarkable half-beastmen."
While exchanging blows with the Barbarian Saint, Huang Yi narrated the story as if sitting by a warm fireplace in a tavern, sharing a distant tale with audiences worldwide—
"That night, I took revenge and destroyed a small village of half-beastmen. Later, I destroyed an army of the Half-Beastmen Clan in Dragon City, then got involved with a half-beast tribe... As time went on, more people got involved, and the feud between my people and the Half-Beastmen Clan has become irreversible. It’s truly lamentable. The Half-Beastmen Clan has thrived throughout history; generations of chieftains have governed diligently; heroes have emerged one after another; legends have continued to spread. You have countless citizens, with a hundred million Heaven-Sent individuals worldwide... But your strong race faces extinction today because of the insignificant decision made by those three ordinary half-beastmen. That small decision destroyed everything, affecting countless people and rewriting world history."
"So, the cause was just those three insignificant half-beastmen?" The Barbarian Saint laughed bitterly. "If I had known, I’d rather they hadn’t been born within the Half-Beastmen Clan. But fate arranged for them to be part of my clan, a catastrophe indeed. However, I believe fate won’t be so cruel to our clan. The gifts fate sends are often wrapped in hardships, and I’ve unraveled to the last layer. As long as I kill you, I will see the gift fate has given me. Our clan will surely rise again in the future."
As he spoke, the Barbarian Saint slowly raised his head to look at the sky, his distant gaze piercing infinite distances, towards the vast cosmos, contemplating with a smile, "The time should be about right... God of Slaughter, we have been prepared for any possible scenario. Your death is an unchangeable fact; no one’s help will be useful and will only lead to their demise."
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Far beyond the Barbarian Saint’s gaze, in the vast cosmos, Divinr Marksman Ica continued battling the Blood Demon and Heavenly Demon.
Divinr Marksman Ica repeatedly grabbed handfuls of starlight, placed them on his bow and arrow, and shot out streaks of meteoric light! The dark universe space seemed to have countless meteor showers, rushing in all directions!
The Heavenly Demon’s figure was mysterious and unfathomable, with Magic Dragon Wings behind him allowing him to seamlessly blend with the space, unharmed amidst countless arrow beams.
The Blood Demon also relied on the bloodstained elegance at his back, pouring out a monstrous Blood Sea to extinguish the flames of the meteors.
On the surface, the trio seemed evenly matched, but in reality, Divinr Marksman Ica was already struggling alone!
He originally thought he only needed to face the Blood Demon today but unexpectedly encountered the Heavenly Demon as well. These two new kings harbor significant amounts of Demon King’s Power; although their levels aren’t at the Demigod Stage, they possess the strength to battle demigods. If facing an injured demigod, they could possibly counter-kill. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
"Puff~" At this moment, the Heavenly Demon seized an opportunity; the Magic Dragon Wings behind him fiercely swatted forward, and the ink-like energy struck Divinr Marksman Ica solidly.
Divinr Marksman Ica immediately spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, knocked back by brute force, suffering injuries.
"Good move!" The Blood Demon shouted, his blood-colored cloak behind him abruptly wrapping around the fresh blood expelled by Divinr Marksman Ica, absorbing it internally.
Then, the Blood Demon transformed into a blood shadow, charging towards Divinr Marksman Ica!
With alarm, Divinr Marksman Ica discovered that after absorbing his fresh blood, the Blood Demon’s cloak had gained a subtle restraining power. Whenever the Blood Demon approached, his own blood seemed to flow backward uncontrollably, requiring immense strength to suppress this internal blood change, leaving only part of his focus for fighting.
"Bang!" Unable to fend off the continuous attacks of the Blood Demon, Divinr Marksman Ica was again caught off guard by a sneak attack from the Heavenly Demon, sent flying backward once more, expelling another mouthful of blood.
"Heh heh, spill more blood!" The Blood Demon grinned fiercely, as his blood-red cloak yet again enveloped the blood and absorbed it.
This time, the Blood Demon’s restraining power over Divinr Marksman Ica grew even stronger! Despite the great distance, Divinr Marksman Ica’s blood felt as if it wanted to leave his body, rushing towards the Blood Demon.
At this moment, Divinr Marksman Ica was already considering retreat. He had to admit that despite his long-standing reputation as a demigod expert, he was not a match for these two with their finished Divine Artifacts.
Seizing an opening, Divinr Marksman Ica quickly turned and dashed towards the Second World’s distant planet.
"Deputy Director, long time no see, remember me?" Just then, a voice suddenly came from the direction of the Second World.
At the same time, a familiar figure suddenly emerged from the void, blocking Divinr Marksman Ica’s retreat.
"Hmm? It’s you?!" Divinr Marksman Ica exclaimed in shock, staring at this new arrival.
