The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 1378 - 1369: Shocked! Stunned! Dazed!

"B-buddy, do you know why? The eerie atmosphere here seems to be isolating us two. As more and more spirits struggle free, the eerie atmosphere becomes more intense. I-I..."

The voice of the black shadow, Jiang Yuntian, suddenly cuts off. No matter how Ye Chenfeng calls out to the black shadow and white shadow in his heart, there’s no response at all.

"Damn, this is too much! An isolation at this critical moment?" Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but curse in his heart.

Watching the wandering spirits slowly crowding in from all sides, Ye Chenfeng thought to himself, "Now that the law to blast those above the first layer of the Divine Thought Realm has disappeared, can the Spirit Qi Wings be used?"

Ye Chenfeng sent the spiritual energy in his body towards his back, but unfortunately, there was no reaction at all on his back. It seems that in the ancient tomb of gods and demons, only the law to blast those above the first layer of the Divine Thought Realm has disappeared, and he still can’t use the Spirit Qi Wings here. This really made him want to curse.

Not far away, Jiang Junqian, Ning Xuesong, Jiang Motian, and Ning Xuening, after observing the characteristics of the wandering spirits, began pushing them back while slowly moving towards Ye Chenfeng and the others, obviously wanting Ye Chenfeng and the others to become their sacrificial offerings.

The total number of first and second batches of wandering spirits was over five hundred. These spirits looked extremely miserable, some with long hair covering their faces, others with blood flowing from their eyes, mouths, nostrils, and ears, and some missing arms and legs. The spirits emitted creepy, sobbing sounds from their throats, making one’s skin crawl upon hearing it.

Indeed, after Jiang Junqian and the others got closer to Ye Chenfeng, many wandering spirits that originally attacked Jiang Junqian and the others started shifting their attacks towards Ye Chenfeng and the others. After all, in Ye Chenfeng’s arms, Shui Menghan was only at the peak of the second layer of the Ocean Gathering Realm, while the other two disciples of Wanyue Pavilion were only at the second and third layers of the Ocean Gathering Realm. freeweɓnovel-cøm

As for Jiang Junqian, Ning Xuesong, and Jiang Motian, they all had the strength of the first layer of the Divine Thought Realm, while only Ning Xuening, protected by Ning Xuesong, was at the Ocean Gathering Realm level. These spirits, capable of determining strength, naturally preferred attacking the weaker ones.

Wandering spirits survive by devouring the flesh and blood of the living. Once they consume enough flesh and blood, they can regenerate bones and flesh, eventually transforming into a new species rather than lingering spirits.

With more and more wandering spirits starting to attack Ye Chenfeng, Su Bingshuan, and the others, the pressure on Jiang Junqian and his group dramatically reduced, although not all spirits shifted to attack Ye Chenfeng’s group; some continued attacking Jiang Junqian and the others.

Holding Shui Menghan protectively in his arms, Ye Chenfeng tightly cradled her in his left hand, pressing her body closely against his. Her head rested snugly on his chest, allowing her to clearly hear Ye Chenfeng’s strong, vigorous heartbeat and inhale his scent that continuously entered her nose.

Shui Menghan’s beautiful eyes unwaveringly gazed at Ye Chenfeng’s face. Despite knowing now is a time of life and death, not one for idle thoughts, having a man willing to protect her in danger allowed a certain feeling towards Ye Chenfeng to rapidly take root in her heart.

Ye Chenfeng certainly wasn’t aware of Shui Menghan’s current thoughts. He protected her because, while in the Illusory Realm created by Sword God He Wuji, Shui Menghan defied death to protect him. Ye Chenfeng might not have many virtues, but his greatest is valuing emotions. If someone treats him well, he’d hold up even the sky if it were to fall.

Ye Chenfeng swung his Black Xuan Sword frequently as he faced the densely packed spirits surrounding him. A white dragon continually sprung forth from the sword. He also had to suppress the energy from the severed finger middle-aged man entering his body, causing his spiritual energy to rapidly deplete, soaking his clothes with sweat and forming beads of sweat on his forehead.

Standing to Ye Chenfeng’s left, Su Bingshuan held a purple longsword, constantly channeling spiritual energy into it to drive back spirits with Sword Qi. This purple longsword is a Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact.

Su Bingshuan faced pressures no less than Ye Chenfeng’s. Though her strength was greater, she had to protect two female disciples of Wanyue Pavilion. Her clothes stuck to her body due to perspiration, and as more sweat flowed, a faint fragrance emanated from her, drifting into Ye Chenfeng’s nose and smelling delightful.

"Purple Qi Comes East!"

The Spiritual Qi River flowed mightily through Su Bingshuan’s meridians, the purple sword’s light greatly surging. A dazzling purple light shot towards two spirits, pushing them back five steps in one go.

This move was Su Bingshuan’s strongest combat ability currently. After driving back two spirits, she coldly glanced at the direction of Jiang Junqian and the others, shouting, "You shameless scoundrels."

"Su Bingshuan, I told you long ago you’d regret it," Jiang Junqian sneered disdainfully after luring the spirits towards Ye Chenfeng and the others, then retreating.

Currently, of the more than five hundred spirits, over four hundred gathered around Ye Chenfeng and his group, while fewer than a hundred sparsely surrounded Jiang Junqian and the others. They still had a very real chance of breaking out.

"Never mind their lives, let’s take this chance to break through. If these decoys die, the wandering souls will converge back on us," Ning Xuesong said, protecting Ning Xuening.

Although there were less than a hundred wandering souls surrounding Jiang Junqian and the others, and they weren’t very concentrated, breaking through even this number was extremely difficult for them.

The wandering souls around Ye Chenfeng were closing in. The dense crowd of over four hundred souls seemed about to overwhelm Ye Chenfeng and his companions. The attacks from Ye Chenfeng and Su Bingshuan could hardly stir any waves among the densely packed souls.

Despair filled the eyes of Su Bingshuan and the two female disciples of Wanyue Pavilion, while Shui Menghan, who clung to Ye Chenfeng’s waist, did not fear death, because her Brother Ye was with her.

Ye Chenfeng tightly furrowed his brows while holding the Black Xuan Sword. If they were drowned by these over four hundred wandering souls, they would surely die.

At that moment, the Star Sky Stone embedded symmetrically to Ye Chenfeng’s heart on his right chest began to rotate. This opportunity came from his time in the Ancient Martial World and allowed him to convert the Soul Force in his body into Spiritual Energy. The Star Sky Stone’s role had been used so infrequently that Ye Chenfeng almost forgot it was embedded in his right chest!

As the Star Sky Stone rotated, a trace of seven-colored light seeped from his right chest, shining on one of the wandering souls. That soul seemed extremely afraid of the light and immediately distanced itself from Ye Chenfeng.

Seeing this, Ye Chenfeng knew he was saved. He looked at Su Bingshuan, who was in despair, and pulled her into his embrace.

Su Bingshuan, pulled into his arms, glared angrily at Ye Chenfeng, thinking he was taking advantage of her. But then she figured since she was about to die and had never been close to a man before, it might not be so bad to die in a man’s arms, so she stopped struggling.

As for the other two disciples of Wanyue Pavilion, Ye Chenfeng didn’t care about their survival. He greatly admired Su Bingshuan’s principles, which is why he held her in his arms for protection.

"Boom!"

Over four hundred wandering souls surged like a tide, engulfing Ye Chenfeng and his group. Jiang Motian noticed this and immediately shouted, "Quickly, we must break through faster! I know you all have hidden your trump cards! Now those people are doomed. Are you still going to hold back?"

Jiang Junqian glanced at the engulfed Ye Chenfeng and others and murmured, "That kid dying so easily is really too good for him."

Protected by Ning Xuesong, Ning Xuening was quite safe. Remembering how she questioned Ye Chenfeng earlier and he ignored her, she sneered, "A conceited person like him deserves to die."

Just as Jiang Junqian and others were about to use their hidden techniques, Ye Chenfeng, engulfed by the souls, clung tightly to Shui Menghan and Su Bingshuan, channeling his Spiritual Energy towards the Star Sky Stone on his right chest, accelerating its rotation.

Suddenly, the seven-colored light from Ye Chenfeng’s chest flared up, and with a "bang," the clusters of wandering souls were blown away upon contact with the light.

Soon, there wasn’t a single wandering soul left around Ye Chenfeng. Wrapped in seven-colored light, he looked like a deity descending from the heavens, and he was holding two peerless beauties in his arms!

Jiang Junqian, Ning Xuesong, Jiang Motian, and Ning Xuening were all struck dumb and wide-eyed at the sight of the souls being cast into the sky. Their jaws dropped so wide an egg could fit in, their minds going blank from the sheer impact of what they had just witnessed.

Jiang Junqian and the others were utterly stunned, dazed, and frozen!

How could this be? They couldn’t believe this was happening before their eyes.

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