frightfiction Chapter 89 The True Fire's Amazing Power Terrifies the Enemy; Spirit Stones Pay for Life, Suppr
Chapter 89 The True Fire's Amazing Power Terrifies the Enemy; Spirit Stones Pay for Life, Suppr
Her pupils dilated, and she involuntarily took a step back. She had never imagined that her four low-grade spiritual treasures could be destroyed so easily. Only now did she truly realize how terrifying the power contained within Han Yi's seemingly casually flicked flame. Regret filled her heart; she regretted ever participating in this battle.
Driven by extreme fear, the woman in purple didn't hesitate to summon a large bell. This bell was entirely black, covered in mysterious and intricate runes, and emanated a powerful aura, as if it were an ancient artifact. As soon as it appeared, the bell instantly grew larger, completely enveloping her. The bell emitted a deep, resonant sound, as if proclaiming its formidable defensive capabilities.
The moment the small flame touched the great bell, a deep, thunderous roar erupted, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, shaking the entire battlefield. The great bell trembled violently, its runes flickering erratically, seemingly desperately resisting the flame's attack; each flicker was like the great bell struggling in agony.
However, less than three breaths later, the bell could no longer withstand the pressure and exploded with a deafening roar. The explosion was incredibly powerful, creating a massive shockwave that sent dust billowing everywhere, obscuring the view.
The powerful shockwave from the explosion sent the woman in purple flying a considerable distance. Her body arced through the air like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily to the ground. The moment she landed, she felt a churning in her chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed from her mouth, staining her clothes crimson. Her face was ashen, her breathing erratic, and her body trembled slightly, clearly indicating severe injuries. She struggled to stand, but her body wouldn't obey her commands; she could only lie helplessly on the ground, her eyes filled with terror as she looked at Han Yi.
Han Yi's seemingly casual attack forced both her and Lu Xuefeng to use all their skills, yet they were still powerless to retaliate. This person's strength far exceeded their expectations; he was simply not someone they could afford to offend. The woman in purple finally realized her foolishness, but it was too late for regrets. She watched in horror as Han Yi slowly approached her, unsure how to react.
At this moment, the small flame, like an obedient sprite, obediently returned to Han Yi's fingertip. Han Yi played with the flame with great interest, as if it weren't a real fire possessing terrifying power, but rather an interesting toy to be manipulated at will. A slight, playful smile played on his lips, a smile tinged with nonchalance yet exuding boundless control. With this smile, Han Yi looked at the woman in purple, his eyes revealing a confidence that seemed to control everything. His gaze was tangible, like a mountain pressing down on the woman in purple, making her feel suffocated, as if the surrounding air had thinned, making it difficult to breathe.
Upon reaching the woman in purple, Han Yi did not deliver the fatal blow she had feared. Instead, he calmly extended his hand, his slender fingers slowly opening to reveal a round, translucent white pill in his palm. The pill emitted a faint glow, clearly indicating it was no ordinary item.
"This is a Spirit Healing Pill?" This sudden turn of events left the woman in purple completely bewildered. She stared wide-eyed at Han Yi, her face filled with confusion and bewilderment. She couldn't understand Han Yi's intentions, and her heart was filled with doubt and unease.
"What are you all standing there for? Eat it, and once you've recovered, hurry up and help my people detoxify!" Han Yi's voice wasn't loud, but it resounded like thunder in everyone's ears, full of authority and unquestionable authority. He slightly raised his chin, his eyes showing a hint of impatience, as if telling the woman in purple that his time was precious and he wouldn't allow her the slightest hesitation.
Upon hearing this, the woman in purple felt as if she had been granted a pardon, a surge of indescribable relief welling up within her. She never imagined that after achieving a near-crushing victory, Han Yi would not only refrain from killing them, but would also offer her precious elixirs to heal her wounds, solely so she could detoxify the others. This powerful confidence and magnanimity filled the woman in purple with both awe and gratitude towards Han Yi.
She nodded hastily, a fawning smile on her face, a smile tinged with obsequiousness and the relief of surviving a close call. She said, "Okay, okay, let me recover and I'll detoxify them immediately." She dared not delay, fearing Han Yi might change his mind. After swallowing the pill, its miraculous effects quickly spread throughout her body, and her injuries healed at a visible pace. Soon, she felt her strength return, and the vibrant feeling made her even more amazed by Han Yi's pill.
Then, without pausing for a moment, she began to detoxify the poisoned people. Her movements were extremely swift, as if she feared that the slightest delay would anger Han Yi again and bring about her death. At this moment, she had completely lost her previous arrogance and pride, leaving only deep awe and obedience to Han Yi.
"Oh, by the way, the pills you just took aren't free! I won't ask for much, just a thousand low-grade spirit stones." Han Yi casually placed a hand on Bai Ling's head, gently stroking it. Bai Ling comfortably squinted its eyes, enjoying its master's touch. While stroking Bai Ling, Han Yi spoke casually to the woman in purple. His tone was relaxed and casual, as if he were talking about a trivial matter, but to the woman in purple, his words were like a bolt from the blue.
Upon hearing this, the woman in purple trembled, inwardly groaning. A thousand spirit stones was an enormous fortune! As the strongest outer disciple of the Sunflower Heart Sect, she enjoyed relatively generous treatment within the sect, yet she only received a mere twenty low-grade spirit stones a month. Han Yi's outrageous demand of a thousand spirit stones was equivalent to five years' worth of her earnings! Even if she took out all her savings, it wouldn't be nearly enough. Her face instantly turned deathly pale, her lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
"And all of you, each of you must hand over one hundred spirit stones, that's to buy your lives," Han Yi said casually, pointing at the group of people from the Kui Xin Sect, Tian Yan Sect, and the Li family who were following the three women in purple. His gaze was cold and authoritative, as if he were judging these people. In his eyes, these people might escape death, but they couldn't escape punishment. He simply wanted to squeeze every last spirit stone out of them, making them pay for their actions. Hearing Han Yi's words, the people all showed fear and helplessness. They knew they had completely lost this contest, and although they were unwilling, they dared not resist Han Yi's demands in the slightest.
"As for you two, it's not too much to give each of you two thousand low-grade spirit stones to redeem your lives, is it?" Han Yi pointed at Lu Xuefeng and Li Ming, a hint of amusement on his face.
Upon hearing this, the two nearly fainted. How could they have so many spirit stones? Although they held certain positions in their respective sects and families, two thousand low-grade spirit stones were an astronomical figure for them.
Their faces flushed crimson, their hearts filled with anger and helplessness, but faced with Han Yi's overwhelming strength, they could only rage in silence. This feeling of being completely controlled by Han Yi, yet powerless to resist, filled them with frustration and humiliation.