The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 542 - 415: I Told You, Let Me Carry This Round. Asura State, Three Flowers Gathering at the Top!
The enormous Hundred-eyed Nether Crow Dharma Body screeched, with hundreds of icy eyeballs rotating, its wings spread wide, viciously tearing towards the silver figure ahead.
But before the attack could fully land, the figure waved a hand.
Dozens of silver tentacles slashed through the air.
Lu Yuan, positioned in the center of the Dharma Body, immediately twisted into several strange postures, then forcefully kicked the ground beneath, propelling himself swiftly backward.
As he retreated, the platinum-like Hundred-eyed Nether Crow Dharma Body froze, and in the next moment, cracks appeared on its surface, then quietly burst apart.
While retreating, Lu Yuan’s eyes suddenly gleamed sharply, a brilliant gold light, almost tangible, flashed and disappeared in the void before him.
Almost simultaneously, the distant silver figure, with countless tentacles waving like a demon, let out a painful and furious roar.
In an instant, innumerable silver tentacles penetrated layers of space, appearing around Lu Yuan’s body as if teleporting, ready to pierce him into a sieve.
"Buzz—"
A figure silently blocked in front of Lu Yuan, and a pattern resembling an eye appeared, enlarging.
A deep purple halo rippled out.
The silver tentacles froze, suspended.
The latter then grabbed Lu Yuan’s shoulder, gently pulling him back.
"Phew—"
Having escaped danger, Lu Yuan let out a light breath, his eyes grave as he gazed at the distant silver figure, slightly furrowing his brow.
"This guy is indeed absurdly strong... completely relying on equipment to overwhelm."
As Yu Wentong said, the armor this guy wore was a complete inheritance, in every aspect surpassing that previous black-robed elder tenfold.
"Speed, strength, defense, even including defense on the level of Spiritual Power...
Almost flawless...
No, flaws must exist, it’s just that we haven’t reached the threshold to find them."
Lu Yuan absolutely did not believe in the existence of a perfect, flaw-free being in the world, even he, who always walked the path of a well-rounded warrior, had his own strengths and weaknesses.
But the weaknesses of this guy in front were too high for ordinary people, weaknesses that could still overwhelm others like strengths.
Lu Yuan pondered, suddenly realizing Yu Wentong had been silent all this while.
Turning his head, he saw Yu Wentong lightly coughing while covering her mouth.
Blood trickled down from her alabaster fingers like green onions, her face frighteningly pale, the stark contrast of red and white strikingly eye-catching.
"Uh..."
Lu Yuan was momentarily stunned.
He had never seen Yu Wentong in such a state.
The Lord Tong, usually as brilliant as the Milky Way, dazzling, hung high in the sky like stars and moon...
Could it be that even she has times of "weakness"?!
He had just wanted to continue discussing that although the opponent was strong, with him and Yu Wentong working together, they might still have a chance.
Now he couldn’t utter a single word.
"What are you looking at?"
Yu Wentong glanced at him, casually wiping the corner of her mouth, then lowered her hand.
"I’m fine, I’m okay.
It’s just the frequent use of Secret Technique has slightly overstrained my body..."
Yu Wentong spoke calmly, her demeanor still spirited.
"You explained... The former Yu Wentong would never specifically explain this..."
Lu Yuan didn’t say these words aloud, they just rolled through his heart silently.
After a moment of silence, he thought and said, "I..."
He barely started when Yu Wentong cut him off.
"You should go now."
Yu Wentong looked at him, speaking calmly: "He temporarily cannot bear to kill me, but he has no scruples about you, you should have felt it just now.
If you leave now, I should be able to stall for a while longer.
Don’t worry about me, the Bai Family has already contacted me, the exit is opening.
And if necessary, they will help me..."
"The Bai Family is here?!"
Lu Yuan’s expression was startled.
"Mm."
Yu Wentong nodded.
"Then why haven’t they come out?"
Lu Yuan frowned.
Yu Wentong replied indifferently, "Because it’s not the critical moment yet?"
"Then when is the critical moment?"
Lu Yuan stared into Yu Wentong’s eyes, "When you get captured by that guy, and he starts stripping away your Talent Bloodline?"
Yu Wentong’s brows slightly furrowed, she just wanted to say something more.
Suddenly, at this moment, a violent wave of consciousness madly attacked.
Yu Wentong’s eyes turned cold, purple light pierced through her body, quickly moving forward while her hand landed on Lu Yuan’s shoulder, pulling him behind her.
"Go! Now, immediately!
I don’t want to say it a second time!"
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
The silver tentacles, moving at countless times the speed of sound, like countless sharp arrows broke through the air, covering the two like raindrops.
Yu Wentong took a deep breath, her already pale face turning even more bloodless at this moment.
But the purple light on her body bloomed out, a pattern resembling an eye about to emerge through her body.
Clearly, she was prepared to use the Secret Technique once more, to gain Lu Yuan the last chance to retreat.
However, just at the moment when the eye pattern was about to form...
A hand extended from her back, landing on her shoulder, gently pulled, instead pulling her behind.
"Boom boom—splash splash—"
The intense sounds of explosions and sharp blades penetrating flesh continued unceasingly.
When all the noise briefly calmed.
Yu Wentong stood in place, raising her head in a daze.
She saw a blood-red figure, four heads and eight arms, over ten meters high, like a solid shield, firmly protecting her beneath.
This ferocious towering blood-red body was punctured by countless sharp silver tentacles.
The silver vine-like tentacles struggled and twisted like snakes on this body, trying to break free but were stuck by the muscles, unable to move.
Blood slowly flowed down along the body.
"Drip—drip—"
A drop landed on Yu Wentong’s face.
She blinked, her expression dazed as she reached a hand to touch.
Warm, with a sticky feel.
But she seemed unaware, just staring fixedly above.
There, a pair of scarlet eyes were looking down at her calmly, kindly.
Then she heard someone softly say to her.
"I told you."
"This time... let me carry the team."
After speaking, that ferocious and towering figure raised a hand, gently pointing towards its own brow.
A cold, detached voice seemed to come from a boundless Blood Sea, carrying a killing intent that engulfed the heavens.
"Asura State... Three Flowers Gathering at the Top!"
"Boom!"
