Great Demon Leader: Start By Refining Flying Zombies

Chapter 47: What kind of spell is this?

The slightly solemn voice of Daoist Baijie resounded in Liang Xiao's heart.

"Stop him!"

Qin Long's fighting intuition was also quite sharp. After taking a deep breath, he rushed forward with his sword, trying to interrupt his breakthrough.

"Just in time!"

Yan Wushu raised his hand and condensed a blood-red lightning ball, which was obviously a high-level spell with powerful force.

Including this time, he had only used it twice in total.

Qin Long was blasted back.

But Pandora immediately flew up from the ruins and flew over, flapping her wings.

Yan Wushu sensed that this zombie only had a cultivation level of Qi Refining Stage Three, and immediately showed a disdainful expression. He casually swiped his claw and sent her flying.

But he didn't expect that Pandora only shook her wings and came back expressionlessly.

Although her cultivation level was low and her damage to Yan Wushu, who was about to break through to the Qi Refining Stage, was not high, Pandora had extremely high defense and strong recovery ability.

Even though she had crossed two major realms of the Qi Refining Stage, she was not injured by Yan Wushu.

She was like an indestructible copper pea.

Moreover, Pandora was filled with a strong aura of death. After approaching, it actually affected the gathering of spiritual energy.

This was a real trouble for Yan Wushu, who was accumulating spiritual energy to advance to the Foundation Building Stage.

"Die!"

Yan Wushu, who was annoyed, braced himself and took Qin Long's sword energy head-on, wanting to grab Pandora. He suddenly pulled, tearing off one of her arms and one wing.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and Pandora, like a torn rag doll, was thrown back to the ground.

"Yan Wushu!"

Qin Long angrily gathered his mana and displayed the Four Elephant Sword Art, forcing Yan Wushu into a desperate situation where he had to dodge and couldn't confront him head-on.

But it was obvious that in this intense battle, Yan Wushu's mana was increasing bit by bit.

The part of his bloodline from the Monster Race within his body was burning, giving him the potential to break through realms in battle.

"Did I pick the wrong script? This kind of hot-blooded and bizarre thing like breaking through in the midst of battle, I actually encountered it. It makes our righteous team look like the defeated villains!"

Liang Xiao silently complained in his heart. If he were an ordinary Qi Refining Stage Four cultivator, even if he had switched to a true transmission technique, he wouldn't be able to intervene in the fierce battle in front of him.

If he forcefully joined the battle without the strong defense and recovery ability of Pandora, it would only distract Qin Long and weaken his combat power.

"Old ghost, can't you play a role? A dignified Gold Core cultivator, can't you just kill this half-demon with a wave of your hand?"

Liang Xiao put away the Fire Chi Bead and started assembling the peculiar objects in his hand, while expressing dissatisfaction with Daoist Baijie.

"Kill him with a wave of my hand? Liang Xiao, look at the current state of this old ancestor. If I make a move now, I will perish and my Dao will be extinguished. Even a spiritual impact won't work on that half-demon anymore. Look at his state, he has been overwhelmed by battle intent!"

Liang Xiao looked up and indeed saw Yan Wushu, who was fighting fiercely with Qin Long, with red eyes and completely unable to communicate. He was roaring in terror.

"Unable to communicate? That's great. I'll use this thing to make him sober!"

With a click, Liang Xiao finished installing the last accessory in his hand. He calmly placed it on his shoulder and tried moving the crosshair.

"Qin Long, step aside!"

Liang Xiao called out, and Qin Long retreated to his side after forcing Yan Wushu back with his sword.

First, he looked at Pandora with concern, astonished to see her injured arm and wing regrowing.

Then he relaxed and looked at the thing on Liang Xiao's shoulder and the pile of strange things beside him.

Frowning, he asked, "What is this thing? Some kind of mysterious hidden weapon?"

Liang Xiao aimed the crosshair at the charging Yan Wushu, his mouth curved into a smile as he pulled the trigger, saying, "You could say that!"

Boom!

A conical shell emitting white smoke hit Yan Wushu's chest, accompanied by a violent explosion and flames. Yan Wushu screamed in agony as he was blown several zhang away!

Qin Long was still in a daze, but Liang Xiao had already picked up the second identical divine weapon that was assembled beside him.

With his bloodshot eyes, Yan Wushu, relying on the innate combat state of the Monster Race, managed to avoid the impact on his spiritual consciousness. However, his combat intelligence greatly decreased, almost like a wild beast.

After being attacked, he instinctively counterattacked with bloodlust. Unexpectedly, when he pounced on Liang Xiao, he was hit in the face by a solidified gasoline bomb.

Next came armor-piercing shells, fragmentation shells, and even cloud burst bombs!

After Pandora recovered, she also joined in, occasionally picking up a pile of things from the ground, pulling out the pins, and throwing them next to Yan Wushu, resulting in a burst of flames and explosions.

Although each attack was only at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, at most reaching the late stage of Qi Refining, the sheer quantity and saturation were overwhelming, as if they had a mine at home and were throwing things around as if they were worthless.

The terrifying sound that shook the entire capital city continued to erupt in this courtyard.

No, this place couldn't be called a courtyard anymore. Within a radius of several hundred zhang, it had already been bombarded into a pockmarked and smoke-filled area.

"Life force is really tenacious. With such firepower, even a group of blue whales on Blue Star would have been wiped out, but this guy is still jumping around!"

After a quarter of an hour of relentless bombing, Liang Xiao threw away the last smoky launcher in his hand and looked at Yan Wushu in front of him.

At this moment, the thick scale armor on the opponent's body was like peeling off a layer of skin, charred and in tatters.

Indeed, it was difficult to achieve such good results with purely physical damage against something with high resistance to spells.

Even if he could break through during the battle, he was still unable to withstand the relentless bombardment.

The breakthrough of the Monster Race bloodline in the face of saturation attacks was not impossible to crack; it was just a matter of overwhelming strikes!

The spiritual energy he had absorbed was no longer enough to replenish the spiritual energy consumed during defense and injury.

The peculiar cyclone of spiritual energy surrounding his body had become smaller and smaller, until it finally dissipated.

In Yan Wushu's bloodshot eyes, some clarity returned. His progress in Foundation Building had been forcibly interrupted.

"No!!!"

"How is this possible? What kind of spell is this?"

Yan Wushu roared in anger, his body in tatters. He stared fiercely at the Qi Refining fourth layer kid in front of him, whom he regarded as an ant.

"Let's call it the art of RPG for now. In addition, there are several boxes of high-explosive bombs. Actually, I suffered quite a bit of loss. It consumed at least one-third of my inventory!"

"You don't know that these things are all Peerless Grade from the Heavenly Mist Continent. It's difficult to import them."

Liang Xiao shook his head and took out two large-caliber pistols from his Universe Bracelet, emptying the magazines into Yan Wushu with a series of bangs.

It had to be said that Liang Xiao's aptitude for knives and swords was not good, but he was very proficient with firearms and had great accuracy.

Taking advantage of the opponent's failed breakthrough and inability to move, Liang Xiao continued to attack.

Every shot hit Yan Wushu's forehead and chest, making him tremble. The scene was quite eerie, although it didn't cause much damage, it was highly insulting.

"Tsk, it seems that I can't import these low-power toys anymore. When encountering a tough guy with thick skin, they're useless!"

Liang Xiao threw the two pistols at Yan Wushu's face, watching him roar in anger. There was no special expression on his face, and he didn't go forward to deliver the final blow.

Someone needed this Jiao Head more than him.

Chi!

A flash of blood, Qin Long beheaded Yan Wushu, finally putting an end to this revenge journey.

As Yan Wushu's tall body fell to the ground, Pandora approached and touched the corpse, then handed a high-level storage bag to Liang Xiao.

A thunderous sound rang out, and the moist wind blew their hair as rain began to fall in the capital city again. The pervasive raindrops suppressed the blood, killing intent, and gunpowder smell that filled the ruins.

"Let's go!"

Liang Xiao reached out his hand to Qin Long, who lightly nodded, sheathed his sword, and took a few steps forward, naturally extending a cool, white hand.

Pandora tilted her head and looked at this scene, flapping her half-grown bat wings. She followed the two in a skipping manner.

In no time, they disappeared into the rain curtain of the General's Mansion.

(End of this chapter)