Chapter 682: Even the Sky Eye Can't See Through Mutated Creatures
Chapter 682: Even the Sky Eye Can't See Through Mutated Creatures
After suffering a great loss, Yang Jian no longer complained that the reinforcements would tarnish his reputation, and he wished that they would come sooner.
It’s not that Yang Jian was afraid of death or fighting. He had endured several fierce attacks from the opponent and had gauged his opponent’s strength. The opponent’s evil moves could only hurt him, and his life was not in danger.
The reason for the strategic retreat is because it hurts too much!
This is also considered a little-known fact: the stronger the physical body, the more indestructible a war god is, but deep down, he is actually very afraid of pain.
Because I'm afraid of pain, I put all my focus on defense, which makes sense...
The stronger the defense, the harder it is to get hurt, the less suffering you endure, and the lower your endurance.
Yang Jian hadn't had his skin scratched for tens of thousands of years and had long forgotten what pain felt like. Today he felt like he had experienced all the suffering of his lifetime in one gulp.
It was because he was determined that he only roared a few times. If a weak-willed mortal had the same experience as him, he would have been rolling on the ground in pain and crying for his parents.
You may be brave or stupid, but just because you can withstand a beating, you cannot fight to the death and use your body as a sandbag to be beaten with a whip dipped in salt water!
Jinzha and Muzha came up to share some of the pressure, and Yang Jian was able to perform better. His pain nerves could also relax a little, giving him some time to adapt to the pain.
However, as good as the idea was, the reality was not as he wished. His retreating body suddenly stopped and one of his legs was pulled apart, causing a tearing pain in his calf.
Following the pain, Yang Jian was stunned. It turned out that the witch's head that he had cut off before had opened its spiral mouthparts like an eel. It somehow flew over quietly and bit his hamstring, interrupting the auspicious cloud flying magic under his feet.
Only then did Yang Jian realize that the witch had a special physique and could actually act separately.
The fact that he was beheaded obediently before was intentional. It was a strategy to let the head fly away alone and wait for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
In the past, Yang Jian would always release dogs to bite other people's calves, but this time, someone released a flying dog to bite his calf. He experienced firsthand the disgusting nature of this move, and it was really hard to guard against.
The flying head was incredibly powerful, and the fangs in its mouth were extremely sharp. Not only did they have the power to bite, but they could also hold on to the flesh like a suction cup, making it impossible for the creature to break free.
Even if Roaring Sky Dog was instigated to bite Yang Jian, Yang Jian's indestructible golden body would be enough to break its teeth and make it impossible to bite.
But the mouthparts on the witch's head are extremely special, and have been specially modified to target enemies with strong bodies. It has a sucking and biting method, and once it bites, it is very difficult to break free. The fangs in its mouth constantly rotate and grind away flesh and blood, drilling into the flesh, biting deeper and tighter.
Yang Jian wanted to retreat but was unable to do so, and his three-pointed knife fell off his grasp. The headless witch took the opportunity to pounce on him and started whipping him wildly on the head with a pair of whip blades.
Yang Jian was beaten so hard that he held his arms over his head to protect his face and head. He gritted his teeth and endured it, occasionally letting out a suppressed groan.
It happened in a flash. The fight between Yang Jian and the witch happened in a flash, far exceeding the normal flow of time.
In the eyes of ordinary heavenly soldiers, the scene they saw was the majestic Erlang Zhenjun rushing forward and killing the enemy general with one sword. Before they could even cheer, the next moment the scene changed and he threw off his armor and covered his head to be beaten, and he was almost screaming from the beating.
The gap was too great, and the heavenly soldiers were completely unable to react for a moment.
Even the two generals, Jinzha and Muzha, who came on the way to support, were stunned. However, they sped up their speed, attacking from the left and right, and their weapons went straight to the headless witch.
Mu Zha wields a pair of strange-shaped swords, which look like knives and hooks, and are called the Wu Gou Twin Swords. Jin Zha holds a golden pillar with golden rings embedded on the top and golden lotus embedded on the bottom, and is called the Dunlong Pillar.
These two fresh recruits joined the battle, and the weapons they used unexpectedly had a miraculous effect in restraining the alien witch.
The Wu Gou sword was like two meat hooks, hooking the whip blade that was as long as rubber, and with one pull it cut off the witch's arm.
Dunlong Pillar was originally a locking device for long and soft creatures like dragons and snakes. It was used to restrain soft whips. Once it was used, three golden rings wrapped around the whip blade, trapping it tightly.
Yang Jian's pressure was suddenly relieved, and he finally pulled his hand free to grab the flying head that was biting his calf. With a muffled groan, he tore it off. Because he bit it too tightly, he also tore off a piece of flesh from his leg.
He held the head in his hand, and the tongue covered with spikes in its mouth kept spitting out tongues like a snake, trying to wrap around Yang Jian's wrist. The latter's scalp tingled at the sight, and he felt that there was no more disgusting creature in the world than this.
The Eight-Nine Profound Art was condensed in Yang Jian's palms. His palms were like billion-ton hydraulic presses. With unparalleled force, they crushed the witch's head into pulp.
Then he took a deep breath, opened his mouth and exhaled, a torrent of flames spurted out of his mouth. The mass of flesh and blood twisted and surged in the flames, and countless granulations grew disorderly, as if it was using its powerful self-healing ability to fight against the flames burning its body.
The fire in Yang Jian's mouth was not ordinary fire, but the Samadhi True Fire that he had refined in his chest, which had the power to be everlasting and burn everything.
Master Erlang was also really angry, and his supernatural powers were exerted to the extreme, with the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts and Samadhi True Fire coming out at the same time.
Even so, the head was first crushed by the huge force, and then burned by the flames. It burned for a long time before it stopped growing. The power of regeneration was ultimately no match for the power of destruction, and it unwillingly turned into ashes.
After destroying the witch's head, Yang Jian withdrew and turned to the other side of the battlefield where Jinzha and Muzha were fighting with the headless witch. The two of them joined forces and relied on the advantage of weapon restraint to barely hold back the opponent, which gave Yang Jian the opportunity to completely destroy the flying head.
It took the combined efforts of three divine generals who were almost at the pinnacle of the Three Realms to barely kill part of the monster's limbs. Yang Jian couldn't help but feel secretly awe-struck.
The monster's flesh and blood could survive and fight apart from its main body, and its regenerative power was also extremely strong. A piece of flesh the size of its head had to be crushed and then burned before it was completely dead. This was very evident.
If the head has not left the body, or remains intact, the burning of the Samadhi True Fire will probably be of no use to it.
Recognizing the strength of his opponent, Yang Jian suppressed his arrogance, pulled himself together, wiped his brows, opened his third eye, and a ray of white light shot out from his third eye, illuminating the headless witch.
At this moment, Yang Jian did not dare to be arrogant. He remembered the truth that knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle. He had to first see through the witch's background and identify what kind of monster she was so that he could target her weaknesses.
This was the common sense for winning the Battle of the Gods. Five hundred years had passed since the war, and Yang Jian had inevitably become a little cocky ever since he had overthrown the Lingxiao Palace. This time he finally got serious.
In the vision of the third eye, the headless witch's meridians were scattered, her internal organs were displaced, and her body was a mess with organs whose functions were completely unknown. As time went by, those organs continued to undergo new changes.
With Yang Jian's knowledge, even if he could see it clearly, he could not understand it at all and could not guess the prototype of the monster!
(End of this chapter)