Chapter 108: The Turning Point (Revised)
After taking one hit from Feng Shi, Pei Qi had been on guard.
Seeing Feng Shi condense the same move again without any warning, his expression turned significantly uglier as he shifted his body aside.
The Heart-Piercing Arrow could only lock onto the target’s heart at the very beginning; it couldn’t track them afterward.
Therefore, the closer the distance, the less time the opponent had to react, and the higher the hit rate would be.
But this time, not only was Pei Qi prepared, but the distance and positioning between the two were also improper.
Pei Qi shifted his body. Although the time was extremely short, it still caused the Heart-Piercing Arrow to veer off course.
The small green arrow, carrying unstoppable force, knocked away the bone fan Pei Qi held in front of him and plunged into his left shoulder.
The sound of flesh tearing was incredibly clear. Half of Pei Qi’s arm was nearly torn off. A burst of blood splattered across Feng Shi’s clean face.
Everyone around was stunned by this unexpected reversal.
The air seemed to freeze, making everyone unable to move.
Feng Shi looked at the arrow that had missed its mark, his gaze darkening.
His last chance.
As expected, he had failed…
The smell of blood in his nose was nauseating, and a faint crimson mist covered his eyes.
Pei Qi’s expression was dark as he stood frozen in place. The originally chaotic demonic qi around him seemed to settle down along with him.
He stood in the thin blood mist, turning his head in silence to look at his pierced left shoulder. He didn’t react.
At some point, the light had dimmed, the grey sky pressing down on everyone’s hearts.
After the Heart-Piercing Arrow, the pressure that had been weighing on him suddenly vanished. Feng Shi stood up from the ground and coughed twice, blood staining his palm red.
On the system panel, it showed that Feng Shi had a 70% escape rate.
But for some reason, Feng Shi felt that he might not survive.
This premonition was strong and indescribable, like a unique sign from the heavens specifically for him.
Even with the system in his hands, he was still going to lose.
If Qing Qing were still here, it would surely say he was the worst host it had ever managed.
Feng Shi felt a little like laughing.
He clenched his fingers and looked at Shen Songhe, who was being protected by the Lianxin Puppet.
The other was also looking at him.
Having had demonic qi invade his Dantian, Shen Songhe was in an extremely poor state. He couldn’t even circulate his spiritual energy.
Both of them were in a wretched state.
Shen Songhe frowned deeply and tried to move toward him, but he was blocked by the puppet in front of him.
Feng Shi smiled faintly and shook his head at him.
Shen Songhe’s eyes turned red. Then, he heard Feng Shi’s flat, calm voice.
“Shizun, you’d better not come over.”
He wanted to say that he would help hold him off for a while and tell him to take the chance to leave first.
After thinking about it, he knew Shen Songhe would never agree if he said that.
So, he changed his words: “If you come over, it might provoke him. I still have a way, don’t worry…”
Shen Songhe lowered his eyes, carefully observing his reaction, but he couldn’t convince himself to believe it.
He shared a soul bond with the other; how could he not feel the emotions in his heart?
Knowing that the Deity Transformation stage expert blocking him was a puppet controlled by Feng Shi, Shen Songhe forced himself to stay calm. He called out his name in a deep voice: “Feng Shi.”
Although he knew he was currently useless and couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t just sit and wait for death while watching Feng Shi get hurt for his sake.
It had been a long time since Feng Shi had heard him call his full name like that. He clicked his tongue and looked down at his toes, still having no intention of letting him come over.
By now, several tiny cracks had appeared in the surrounding barrier, and Sheng Lan and the others were working together to break it.
On the other side, the long-silent Pei Qi finally reacted. He stiffly twisted his neck and slowly looked toward Feng Shi.
Everyone’s gaze immediately followed his.
Pei Qi was crazy.
Feng Shi had wounded and played with him twice; he had to be crazy.
The thought of turning the other into a “human pig” grew even stronger. Pei Qi’s blood boiled, and his whole body began to shake as he tried his best to restrain his excitement.
The hand hanging by his side moved. The cold air entering the hole in his shoulder brought a biting pain, but he seemed unable to feel it as he let out a low laugh.
This laughter slowly transformed from a low chuckle into a wild, unbridled laugh.
Everyone who heard this laughter felt their hair stand on end.
Feng Shi gripped Wu Cheng and half-knelt on the ground, squinting at the person whose aura had changed drastically after being covered in blood.
The wind ruffled his long black hair, highlighting the whiteness of his face and neck.
He showed no intention of yielding.
At some point, black demonic patterns had crawled across Pei Qi’s face, each line distinct, wrapping from his neck up to his jaw like strands of hair.
When he looked up, his face was frenzied, like a bloodthirsty Asura emerging from the abyss.
Violent demonic qi surged from his palm into the bone fan.
The originally silent bone fan suddenly began to shake, and demonic qi overflowed. For a moment, even the pale fan bones were filled with a deep black color.
The fury of a great master caused the clouds to change and the sky to darken as if it were about to press down on people’s heads.
In everyone’s eyes, Feng Shi was already a dead man.
Outside the barrier, Sheng Lan’s face was so dark that she kicked several people around her and cursed, “A bunch of cowards! The Demon Race is riding over our heads, and you’re still hiding here like turtles!”
The kicked cultivators were resentful but didn’t dare to curse back. Some who were relatively loyal immediately stood up to help.
Hei Mang looked at the immortal artifact in his hand that he hadn’t even warmed up yet. He gritted his teeth and took it out to use.
With their combined efforts, they nearly exhausted their spiritual energy before the opening in the barrier finally grew larger until it could accommodate one person.
Sheng Lan, being small, was the first to squeeze in.
However, before she could even celebrate, a sudden outburst of gasps erupted from the cultivators behind her.
Her heart immediately sank.
Sheng Lan quickly looked up, only to see a suffocating scene not far away.
The other Lianxin Puppet had been cut in half. Its spiritual energy had dissipated, leaving only a pile of cold spiritual stones.
Shen Songhe was lying on the ground, holding Feng Shi.
The wind swept across the ground.
On the ground, their long hair was tangled together.
The black and the white were now both stained with warm, fresh blood.
Everything went dark before Feng Shi’s eyes, and a piercing ringing sound echoed in his ears.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but blood unexpectedly poured out, falling onto Shen Songhe’s brow and staining half of his face red.
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