One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 573 - 471: Thunderous Operation, Strong Suppression

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Bang!

Huang Mingzi’s aura soared rapidly, and his wide Daoist robe fluttered wildly.

He flipped his hand and struck Ban Poluo in the chest with a palm, and the two instantly separated, but the instant they parted, Ban Poluo reached out and grabbed, tearing a massive chunk of crimson viscera out and crushing it in his hand.

Huang Mingzi only felt a chill spread throughout his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The injury on his body was one thing.

The main concern was Ban Poluo, whose features and expressions on his face were exactly as he remembered.

But why...

His mind raced in an instant, a flash of insight.

An unbelievable guess emerged in Huang Mingzi’s mind, slowly becoming reality.

"You are not Ban Poluo, who are you exactly?" Huang Mingzi’s pupils gradually reddened as if a blaze ignited within them. He looked at Ban Poluo as if he were some indescribable wicked spirit, pressing with a stern voice.

"No, Senior Brother, I am indeed Ban Poluo."

With a smile on his face, Ban Poluo shook his hand, flinging the bloody flesh that clung to it onto the ground.

Feeling the sticky sensation in his palm and seeing Huang Mingzi’s incredulous face, Ban Poluo felt an increasingly twisted delight. He didn’t know if this was his true nature, or whether, unbeknownst to him, even his own thoughts were completely under Su Heng’s control.

These things, Ban Poluo no longer cared about.

All he now craved for was more, wishing to see Huang Mingzi die before his eyes and thus avenge those people.

"Recognize the reality, Senior Brother. There is no escape for you now," Ban Poluo sighed and stepped forward, "You think humans on this continent are tools created by others, but the truth is, we are too, just a bit more precious. Stop struggling; if you kneel to my master now, maybe you still have a slim chance of living."

"Master!?"

Huang Mingzi exclaimed incredulously, "Have you gone mad, recognizing that monster as your master?"

"No, I have not gone mad, it is you who have been kept in the dark," Ban Poluo’s voice suddenly deepened, "You know nothing of true power."

Bang!

The ground beneath his feet exploded.

With a flash of movement, he unleashed a muscle-swollen punch at Huang Mingzi’s face.

As the senior brother, Huang Mingzi was clearly stronger than Ban Poluo.

Even injured, he was confident of victory in battle. But as soon as the fight began, Huang Mingzi felt an unbearable stabbing pain. The power from Ban Poluo’s body twisted like a living thing, relentlessly eroding his vitality, and a cold, numbing sensation spread quickly along his arm.

Whoosh!

He hastily retreated and glanced down.

Startlingly, he saw where their arms collided, spreading black lines were extending outwards.

The fog grew thick around him, the environment turning more and more somber, and the sound of birds and cicadas had disappeared at some point.

Huang Mingzi’s pupils trembled continuously, and his heart sank rapidly, confronting the evil grin on Ban Poluo, who approached step by step, a great fear welling up in him. Without time for detailed thought, all will to fight disappeared. Huang Mingzi previously intended to help his junior brother, but now, realizing his own peril, those thoughts evaporated.

He looked deeply at Ban Poluo and, without another word, transformed into a streak of gray-white light, vanishing from the courtyard in an instant.

"Foolish!"

Behind him, Ban Poluo watched Huang Mingzi’s retreating figure.

He didn’t chase after him but stood with a mocking smile, hands joined in prayer.

On the other side, Huang Mingzi, taking no chances, left the courtyard and swiftly utilized his speed. The surrounding rocks and vegetation turned into streaks of black lines that sped past him. After running for a full quarter of an hour and estimating a safe distance, Huang Mingzi finally slowed down to regulate his breath and control his injuries.

— He quickly noticed something wrong.

Despite his speed, after such a long time, he hadn’t left these mountains!?

Moreover, the quietness around him was too oppressive, no wind, no other sounds, only his own heart thudding in his chest, exceedingly grating in this silence.

Rustle!

Huang Mingzi frowned and stepped forward.

A thick mass of dead branches lay before him, which he parted with his hand to reveal the scene behind.

A flat courtyard at the mountainside, a winding path, fields of rapeseed on both sides, and quaint houses. It was a serene and peaceful image, yet the moment Huang Mingzi saw it, a chill swept over him, his body shivered, and goosebumps rose.

"Senior Brother, we meet again." Ban Poluo’s ghostly voice came from behind. Huang Mingzi turned abruptly, and their eyes met.

"You..."

His face showed shock, then hardened, "Not right!"

Spurt!

Ignoring the dull pain on his forehead.

Huang Mingzi bit his tongue and sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

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Like acid corroding metal, a sizzling sound suddenly came from before him, and billows of dense smoke rose up.

The space in front of him shattered like broken glass, first with large cracks spreading, then sections falling away, revealing its original appearance. It was as if he was standing in the midst of a rain-drenched, chaotic graveyard, with the stench of rotting flesh permeating the air. The earth blackened, shrouded in a swirling mist, and on the towering dead trees hung banners made from human skin that fluttered gently, emitting ghastly wails and howls.

The mud beneath his feet squirmed, as something clawed at his pant legs.

"Hiss—"

Huang Mingzi looked down and instantly drew a sharp breath.

The rapeseed flowers in the garden plots on the ground had somehow turned into bloodied human hands. In the center of the palms grew an eye, while beneath was a large mouth lined with sharp teeth. It seemed to notice Huang Mingzi’s gaze, and the mouths on the hands stretched wide, pulling at the skin, revealing a greedy grin towards Huang Mingzi.

This was far from any paradise—it was a human purgatory on Earth!

What’s more terrifying is.

As a formidable Descender, he had only realized this now.

"What kind of vicious and malevolent demon is this? If it breaks free, I fear it will burn the whole world to ashes," Huang Mingzi shivered, feeling an unbearable sourness deep within his teeth.

"Vicious and malevolent? Although I, Su Heng, have killed countless people and acted without restraint, compared to all of you, I’m merely a small trickster in front of a grand sorcerer."

Bang!

With a gentle tremor of the ground.

The black mist in front dissolved, revealing the robust figure of Su Heng before Huang Mingzi.

"The Northern Border Demon Dragon!" Huang Mingzi recognized Su Heng’s origin, then whispered, "As I initially suspected, even with constraints, it is not easy to deal with your kind of powerful beings. It is rather like drawing fire onto oneself."

"Us?"

Su Heng raised his eyebrows, keenly sensing the crux from the words.

"So it seems, others have been betrayed by you as well, right!" A flash of white light crossed Su Heng’s mind, "In the peak days of Emperor Wu, he was severely wounded and from then on, never recovered, not even managing to cling to life. Many doubts surrounded that incident; could it be related to you?"

Huang Mingzi chuckled, "Come here, and I’ll tell you."

"Heh heh."

Su Heng spread his arms and walked towards Huang Mingzi.

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Swoosh!

The moment they were about to touch.

Huang Mingzi’s long-accumulated strike was unleashed with a thunderous force.

His palm, like a drawn blade, covered in a layer of bright yellow flames, thrust towards Su Heng’s neck.

Though this blow seemed unassuming, it was packed with hidden fierceness. With a resolve to either succeed or die trying, Huang Mingzi burnt his spirit and power to the extreme. Each layer of the flame coating his palm could melt a thousand-meter-high mountain. If he could be several times stronger, perhaps he really had some chance to break through Su Heng’s defenses and inflict some damage.

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What a pity...

Huang Mingzi’s blade-hand was still some distance away from Su Heng’s vital spot.

When it completely stopped, and the strength on it dissipated swiftly.

"You..." He struggled to lift his head, his lips trembling lightly as if to utter some last words, but as copious amounts of blood gushed down his cheeks, those words never made it out.

Bang!

With a forceful action.

Su Heng pulled his fingers out of Huang Mingzi’s head.

The latter’s body collapsed to the ground, while what had been nothing in Su Heng’s hand was now studded with whitish brain matter and blood. Attached to it were large clumps of nerves, looking from afar like the constantly moving tentacles of a jellyfish. In that instant, Huang Mingzi’s entire brain had been gruesomely extracted by Su Heng.

Gulp!

Su Heng, with an indifferent expression, opened his mouth and swallowed the flesh in his hand.

With the roaring of the Demon Engine, as soon as the flesh reached his stomach, it was rapidly digested. Huang Mingzi’s memories were also quickly assimilated in this process.

Among the three Descenders, Ban Poluo had the lowest status, and Li Wenshe was the strongest and held the highest position, also being the leader of this mission. Ban Poluo did not know Li Wenshe’s whereabouts, so they could only proceed in such a roundabout manner. Now, with Huang Mingzi’s fall, the last Descender, Li Wenshe, was likely to receive some sort of warning.

So, next.

Their side, led by Su Heng, must act fast.

Fortunately, after the preliminary considerations, the whole process had so far gone without any mishaps.

"Whew!"

With a heavy exhale of foul breath.

Su Heng stretched out his snake-like, crimson tongue, licking the blood from his lips.

"My lord, any gains?" Ban Poluo’s face was obsequiously smiling; even when facing danger, Huang Mingzi thought to give him a helping hand. He was one of the few of his kind who was truly kind to Ban Poluo. Yet for his compatriot’s death, there was not a trace of sorrow in Ban Poluo’s heart—only a twisted sense of pleasure.

His character was inherently deceitful, and after being captured and transformed by Su Heng, he fell into utter depravity.

Su Heng’s gaze sharpened, "I have found that guy’s location, let’s set off immediately!"

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