flstandardbreds Chapter 815 - 750: Each Fleeing for Their Lives
Chapter 815 - 750: Each Fleeing for Their Lives
The blade light was a pure and extreme cyan, like a pond of summer lotus leaves, and like the oldest green in the depths of an ancient forest.
It tore through the morning light, ripped through the air, carrying with it a terrifying aura capable of crushing all life, slashing straight down at the camp.
Boom——!!!
The shockwave frantically spread out in all directions, gigantic rocks were flung into the air, and massive trees were cut in half, flattening the entire hollow in an instant.
Dirt, rubble, and broken wood flew skyward, obscuring all visibility.
When the dust slightly dispersed, seven figures stumbled out from the ruins.
Everyone was covered in dust, many with more or less wounds on their bodies.
Leon had a deep crack in his armor, Edmond was covered in blood on one side of his body, and Marcus used the last bit of his strength to prop up an earth wall, which didn’t even last a breath against the blade light.
Ely bit her lip hard, desperately casting healing magic on herself and others.
Vera stood at the front, behind her the thorn space was already unfolded, countless purple thorns woven into a thick barrier.
But those thorns were withering in large patches, as if something was draining their life force.
Her face was as pale as paper.
Everyone lifted their heads, looking towards the direction from which the blade light came.
In the morning light, a figure was slowly approaching.
With cyan skin, dark green long hair, and some lotus leaves gently swaying on his arms and neck in the morning breeze.
He walked very slowly, with each step falling on the ground torn by the blade light, yet making no sound.
The longsword at his waist was already unsheathed.
The blade was transparent, like a pool of clear water or a solidified moonlight.
A faint cyan glow flowed along the edge, causing the plants on the ground to wither instantly where it touched.
He stopped his steps, his gaze sweeping over those seven ragged figures.
Finally, he looked at Vera.
"Seven." He said softly, "Not one less."
His lips curled slightly into a smile.
That smile had no warmth.
Vera and the others’ breaths nearly halted; if it weren’t for the multiple Witch Array protections, that single slash would have been enough to kill all seven of them.
And those Witch Arrays, which could defend against ordinary Level 3 attacks, were shattered in one strike.
This terrifyingly auraed young Ancient Fairy before them was far stronger than the usual Level 3 Life.
Cyan Lotus didn’t rush to make a move.
He held that transparent longsword, walking forward step by step, with a leisurely pace as if strolling in his own backyard garden.
The broken branches and leaves under his feet withered as he passed, as if they didn’t dare to touch his aura.
He stopped twenty steps away from the group.
Those cyan eyes swept over the seven fearful faces, pausing briefly on each one, finally settling on the withering thorns behind Vera.
"Still not dead."
His voice was light, yet carried a hint of surprise, like discovering something interesting.
"Those Magic Arrays... quite interesting." He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the shattered remnants of Witch Arrays on the ground, "I’ve seen many outsiders, but the things you set up, this is the first I’ve seen. Worth a praise for blocking my slash."
Leon gripped his longsword tightly, silver-white Fighting Spirit burning wildly around him.
He wanted to say something but was stopped by Vera raising her hand.
Cyan Lotus didn’t care about his actions, simply continued speaking to himself:
"Aren’t you curious, how did I find you?"
He raised his hand, gently touching a sprout probing out from the ruins next to him.
The sprout quivered slightly at his fingertips, as if seeing a relative.
"Everything in this forest is my eyes," Cyan Lotus said softly, "Every leaf, every blade of grass, every flower. They tell me when strangers come, which direction they went, where they hid.
He retracted his hand, looking at those seven people.
"The things you set up were indeed powerful; I couldn’t perceive you hiding there at all."
His lips once again curled slightly.
"But you forgot whose home this is."
Vera’s voice was pressed very low but clearly reached everyone’s ears:
"Leon, take them and leave."
Leon jerked his head around: "What did you say?"
"I can stall him for a while." Vera’s gaze was fixed intently on the relaxed figure twenty steps away, her voice terrifyingly calm, "I have a way to get away."
Leon’s fists clenched with a cracking sound: "Impossible, I’ll stay—"
"If you stay, you’ll only be in the way." Vera interrupted, her tone without a ripple, "Leave now, and some might live. Drag it out any longer, and we’ll all die here."
Leon’s face turned beet red, his lips trembling, unable to speak.
Cyan Lotus watched them, as if watching an interesting play.
"Have you finished discussing?" he asked softly, the longsword in his hand raising slightly, "I’m in a hurry."
Before the voice fell, his figure disappeared from the spot.
The next second, the transparent longsword was already above Vera’s head.
So fast it was unbelievable.
Vera barely had time to react, simply closing her eyes, her right hand forming a strange gesture.
Boom!!!
A terrifying aura exploded from her body.
It was an ancient, mysterious aura; Vera’s whole body radiated a faint golden light, which converged madly behind her, expanding and finally tearing the fabric of space itself.
A massive rift opened in the sky.
From the rift, a gigantic tree slowly descended.
The tree was so large, it’s indescribable.
Its trunk as thick as a mountain, the canopy covering the heavens and blocking out the sun, the shadow it cast instantaneously enveloping several miles around.