frightfiction Chapter 85 Fierce Battle in the Netherworld Encounters an Unexpected Change, Sword Points at the Unk
Chapter 85 Fierce Battle in the Netherworld Encounters an Unexpected Change, Sword Points at the Unk
Just then, Wang Weiwei suddenly heard the sounds of fierce fighting outside, which startled her. She quickly got up, only to find that the Wang family members around her were still immersed in absorbing the pills. She hurriedly looked towards where Han Yi and the Thirteen Black Winds had been, but there was no one there. So, she quickly went to the cave entrance to check the situation.
Beyond the cave entrance lay a vast basin. Grass stretched across the land like a green carpet, and unnamed wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, as if cheering on the fierce battle. Huge rocks were scattered about, showcasing the wonders of nature. But now, this tranquil scene had been utterly shattered by the fierce fighting.
The imposing Han Yi was leading the burly Black Wind Thirteen Owls in a fierce battle against the Netherworld Wolves. Originally, a single Netherworld Wolf would have been enough to put them in a difficult position, but now, even with five Netherworld Wolf Kings surrounding Han Yi, they still couldn't succeed. Han Yi hadn't even used sword techniques; his simple sword strikes were enough to overwhelm the Netherworld Wolf Kings. His movements were agile, and each swing of his sword carried an incomparably sharp momentum, as if it could slice through the air.
His gaze was focused and cold as he stared intently at the Netherworld Wolf King before him, giving them no chance to take advantage.
Han Yi stood tall and straight, his swordplay flowing like clouds and water. Each attack forced the Netherworld Wolf Kings to retreat. As his longsword danced, powerful sword energy spread outwards. The surrounding grass was instantly leveled, and the unknown wildflowers shattered under the impact of the sword energy, flying into the air. The nearby rocks were not spared either; some were mostly sheared off by the sharp sword energy, while others were partially sheared away, leaving remarkably clean cuts. Now, with his strength greatly increased, Han Yi's understanding of swordsmanship had reached a new level. His sword energy was no longer chaotic but could be controlled with greater precision. Wherever his sword energy passed, rocks no longer exploded, but all attacks were concentrated into a single point.
Han Yi's gaze was focused and cold, his lips tightly pressed together, and his slightly furrowed brows showed his complete concentration. The sword in his hand seemed to have a life of its own, attacking the Netherworld Wolf King with pinpoint accuracy. Each swing of the sword left a wound on the wolf king's body, a wound that was not fatal, merely breaking through the flesh and not penetrating any further.
Han Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as he observed the movements of the five Netherworld Wolf Kings. His mind raced, precisely calculating the attack trajectory of each wolf king. He moved with agility and grace, darting across the battlefield like lightning. He effortlessly dodged all the wolf kings' attacks, leaving behind a series of illusory afterimages.
With swift movements, Han Yi's sword flashed like a serpent, once again precisely slicing across the neck of a wolf king. His face was expressionless, yet his eyes were filled with coldness and determination. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the sword launched another attack with remarkable fluidity. Before the other Netherwolf could react, it was struck squarely by the blade. Han Yi's movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest hesitation, as if he and the sword had become one.
At the cave entrance, Wang Weiwei stood with her arms crossed, watching with great interest the battle between Han Yi and the five Netherworld Wolf Kings. Her eyes sparkled with admiration and curiosity, and the slight upturn of her lips revealed her inner ease.
"Using five Netherworld Wolf Kings to hone his swordsmanship? That's insane," Wang Weiwei muttered to herself. She could see that every move Han Yi made had a clear purpose; he was constantly trying new sword techniques and pushing his limits.
The combination of his sharp swordplay and his captivatingly wicked eyes was truly mesmerizing. Wang Weiwei couldn't help but be mesmerized, her cheeks flushing slightly, and a hint of admiration appearing in her eyes.
Po Yue, whose strength was also at the half-step Core Formation realm, gripped a spiked club, his face filled with ferocity. He roared and charged into the wolf pack like a savage beast. Each swing of the club produced a whistling sound, the heavy blows instantly tearing the Nether Wolves' skin. Some wolves were sent flying, knocking down their companions; others had half their bodies smashed and collapsed to the ground, struggling but unable to rise again. Po Yue seemed tireless, unleashing his immense power, while the surrounding Nether Wolves fled in terror. Each swing of the club created a powerful gust of wind, uprooting the grass, sending dirt flying, and causing the surrounding rocks to tremble and crack.
The remaining twelve owls attacked with equal ferocity. Some wielded longswords, their blades flashing like lightning as they sliced through the Netherwolf's body. The sharp sword energy seemed invincible, instantly cleaving the Netherwolf in two. Their eyes were focused, revealing unwavering determination and courage; each strike was decisive, driven by a single belief—to slay the Netherwolf. Their brows furrowed slightly as they intently watched their enemy, their longswords swung with powerful, swift movements.
Others brandished large swords, their blades flashing. Each strike severed the limbs or head of the Netherwolves. They gritted their teeth, their faces resolute, swinging their swords with immense power. Their arm muscles were taut, each swing accompanied by a whooshing sound.
The twelve fighters worked in perfect harmony, supporting each other and forming a tight-knit fighting force. Whenever a ghost wolf attempted to attack one of them, the others would immediately step in to help, slaying the attacking wolf. Their eyes were focused and fierce, like a pack of experienced, hungry wolves eyeing their prey. Each attack claimed the lives of several ghost wolves. Sweat streamed down their faces, but they showed no sign of retreating; instead, they fought with increasing ferocity.
Their battle with the ghostly wolves left the surrounding area in ruins. The grass was trampled beyond recognition, mud flew everywhere, and wildflowers were crushed. The rocks were covered with knife and sword marks, as if telling the story of the fierce battle.
Wang Weiwei also saw a giant bear and a white wolf charging through the wolf pack. These two creatures were surprisingly strong, no less than Han Yi, leaving her mouth agape in astonishment, her face filled with shock. The giant bear's massive body caused the ground to tremble with every movement; its enormous paws could send several Nether Wolves flying with a single swipe. The white wolf, on the other hand, moved nimbly through the pack, its speed as fast as a white lightning bolt. Each pounce accurately struck the throat of a Nether Wolf, killing them instantly. Each attack from the giant bear created a large crater in the ground, crushing the surrounding grass and wildflowers. The white wolf's rapid movements also created strong air currents, causing the grass to sway wildly.
Throughout the basin, shouts of battle and howls of wolves mingled, filling the air with a palpable atmosphere of intense fighting. Just then, Wang Weiwei and Han Yi simultaneously sensed a hint of danger and looked in the same direction.