Returning to the Mysterious Era-Chapter 268 - Ninety-nine Portions Of Life Vibration Energy (2)

In the Grimm District, people screamed and fled along several main streets crowded with entertainment venues. Elegant ladies acted like madwomen in the face of danger, throwing their high heels onto the street as they ran. Some storefront signs had broken glass sparkling on their doorsteps. Cars were overturned, broken, dented, or otherwise severely damaged. Ripped clothing were scattered across the ground, spotted with seemingly fresh blood.

But a middle-aged man with thick, strong eyebrows resembling seagull wings, strode against the flow of people. He seemed incredibly strong, as several bystanders who accidentally bumped into him bounced off him as if they had hit a solid wall.

Wham.

An elegantly dressed woman bumped into the man's shoulder, lost her balance, and tumbled onto the ground. She seemed to have twisted her ankle, grimacing as tears welled up in her eyes. She reached out a pale hand to gently press on her ankle.

"Did you hurt your foot, miss?" A magnetic voice came from above her, as the middle-aged man slowly extended his hand. The woman looked up, dazed, and reached out with her right hand.

"Th-thank you..." the woman stammered.

Suddenly, her fingers spread apart, and her pitiful expression twisted into a vicious snarl as blood flooded her eyes. Blood from the wound in her pale palm coalesced into a spear that shot at the middle-aged man's throat as he bent down.

Ding!

A shadow flickered as two fingers lightly deflected the tip of the spear with a tap.

Crack, crack, crack...

Fine black cracks spread from the tip of the spear and spiraled down its length toward the woman. The woman was still mid-motion, but she couldn't hit the man's throat. Her entire body, starting from the spear tip and moving down her arm, cracked. She looked like a stone statue broken into hundreds of pieces and then hastily glued back together.

The middle-aged man rose, seemingly unsurprised. His casual movement disturbed the fragile cohesion of her body, and she collapsed into a pile of broken flesh.

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On the other side of the street, blue light shone in Saint Feinan's eyes, his white braid swaying. He had drawn his cold frost-like whip and used it as a sword. He beheaded his opponents with quick, decisive strikes.

In the darkness atop a nearby building, a shadow was focused on Saint Feinan's back. THe shadow seized the moment Saint Feinan struck down another enemy to leap down.

Swoosh!

The shadow abruptly halted mid-jump. There was a two-meter-long afterimage, left by a blue sword light as it sliced the shadow’s heart in half.

Whoosh!

Another figure in a black robe shot out from a nearby building and at Saint Feinan. The black-robed figure fought with reckless abandon, showing no fear of injury. But Saint Feinan saw an opening during their high-speed battle and swiftly severed one of the shadow's arms.

However, the black-clad figure was undeterred, continuing to attack with his remaining arm. Saint Feinan wanted to finish him off, but another black-robed figure lunged into the battle and forced him onto the defensive.

Saint Feinan blocked the other's attacks, but when he tried to attack again, he noticed that the black-robed figure's previously severed arm had already regenerated. This was the Dead Blood's unique advantage in combat.

As long as they weren't killed instantly, they could keep returning to the fight. But Saint Feinan was in no real danger. He was merely irritated at his inefficiency. With his speed and power, he could easily take down ordinary Blood Spirit Society members in a single blow.

But in their complete forms, these black-robed figures had enhanced physical abilities and regeneration, making it impossible to kill them with a single strike. If they worked together, they could hold him off, albeit barely, for a while.

At that moment, Saint Feinan couldn't help but feel a bit envious of Feng Liusi and Cassius. Their fist techniques were particularly effective against these undead, since they could inflict unparalleled damage. Their battle efficiency far exceeded his.

Saint Feinan's Covert Martial Arts also disrupted the Dead Blood's immortality to some degree; since the frost-like cold from his attacks slowed their regeneration. However, it wasn't substantial enough to completely stop them. If another combat artist, whose Covert Martial Arts had no effect on the Dead Blood, were in the same situation, especially a defensive type without strong offensive techniques, they would likely be overwhelmed and killed by the Dead Blood's relentless assault.

Whoosh!

Three sharp blue arcs of light flashed through the air. One of the black-robed figures had half his shoulder sliced off, while another now bore two gaping wounds on his chest.

Saint Feinan glanced toward Feng Liusi in the distance and shouted, "If you’ve got nothing better to do, then give me a hand here!"

Though he hated asking for help, it was even more frustrating to be swarmed by these undead pests.

Feng Liusi casually put two Blood Spirit Society members out of commission and walked over with a grin. "Weren't you going to cut ties with me? Isn't our friendship over? Keep playing with them, I'm going to find Cassius. Who knows where that kid ran off to continue his killing spree."

He started to walk away, ignoring Saint Feinan.

"Hey, hey. We've been friends for over a decade! I never knew you were this petty!" Saint Feinan called out as he fended off another series of attacks from the black-robed figures.

"I'm just helping you get a good workout and rejuvenate those old muscles. When I was adjusting to my younger body, Cassius and I sparred in Death Canyon for over two months." Feng Liusi smirked but eventually came to a stop. He raised his right hand, preparing to attack.

Just then, a figure in the distance leaped out from the darkness. It was an aura that Feng Liusi immediately recognized.

He immediately burst into laughter. "The kid's back."

He stomped down, splintering the ground beneath him, and shot forward like a spear, piercing through the black-robed figures attacking Saint Feinan. At the same time, another figure charged in like a tank from the opposite direction.

Surrounded, Saint Feinan's eyes glowed with blue light, and his crystal sword shone brightly as he slashed at the surrounding enemies with lightning speed.

Swoosh!

"Ahhhh! No! Run!"

It was clearly futile. What hopes did they have with three veteran combat artists attacking together? In a split second, heads were spinning through the air, spraying blood everywhere. The headless bodies of the fleeing enemies collapsed to the ground.

Since Decay-Rank Dead Blood were incomplete beings, they had two weaknesses: their heads and their hearts. Undying-Rank Dead Blood were complete beings, leaving only their heads as a fatal weakness. Indestructible-Rank Dead Blood had no such weaknesses. They could continue fighting even after they had been decapitated. The only way to kill them was to attack their Dead Blood core, which could move around their bodies. Killing them was significantly more difficult.

Cassius had learned from Xilan that the ones who had participated in the Wind Elephant Sect massacre were mostly the elite members on the verge of reaching Undying-Rank. Before their operation, they had been given a mysterious drug by their superiors that had elevated their overall strength a little. In full power mode, they could undergo a second transformation, becoming more monstrous, with greatly enhanced physical abilities.

However, the Dead Blood leaders did not make this drug widely available. This rare drug was only distributed before major undertakings when members were expected to give it their all.

Cassius didn't encounter any Dead Blood who had used the Berserk Serum as he slaughtered his way through the nest. Most of it seemed to have been sent to the main force in Kura City, since this location was merely a reserve.

Back on the street, Saint Feinan was retying his crystal belt. "I don't feel exhausted at all. My stamina is slowly returning to its peak. What a wonderful sensation!"

He clenched and unclenched his fist, relishing the youthful energy flowing through his body once again. Though he had only regained about ten years of youth, Saint Feinan was more than satisfied.

"There's still room for more recovery. Give me your hand." Cassius stood quietly beside him.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Saint Feinan was momentarily stunned, then became excited. "Am I really going to turn into a young man again?"

"Can you handle seventy portions?" Cassius tapped his chest lightly.

"Of course." Saint Feinan's smile grew radiant.

At that moment, a brilliant and dazzling sword light came slashing through the air, cutting through two cars in its path without losing any momentum. A figure approached slowly from the distance, their entire being radiating an overwhelming killing intent like a torch blazing fiercely in the night.