chsdbacks Chapter 82 The Rippling Demon Warrior, Hai Wenxiang
Chapter 82 The Rippling Demon Warrior, Hai Wenxiang
Chapter 82 The Rippling Demon Warrior, Hai Wenxiang
At that critical moment, Huanming knew he was in dire straits.
Faced with the combined attack of Rakshasa God and Bibi Dong, he had no other choice.
The fate of the killing city hangs by a thread, and he is the last hope for this land.
Huanming's eyes widened, burning with an indomitable flame. He roared, and all his power surged into the Sky-Piercing Spear in his hand like a raging torrent.
At the same time, all eight meridians around his body opened simultaneously, emitting dazzling light, and the powerful energy fluctuations seemed to distort the surrounding space.
"Qi Heng San!"
Huanming shouted the name with all his might, his voice filled with his longing for his comrades, his thirst for power, and his unwavering belief in protecting the City of Slaughter.
With his shout, a mysterious and powerful force surged forth from the Sky-Piercing Spear, causing the earth to tremble violently.
Immediately afterwards, a huge and mighty pulse beast slowly appeared in the light.
Without hesitation, Huanming rushed towards the Pulse Beast and instantly merged with it.
After merging, Huanming's power was greatly enhanced, and he exuded a chilling aura, as if he were an ancient war god, majestic and inviolable.
Holding the Sky-Piercing Spear, he charged fiercely towards Rakshasa and Bibi Dong once again, like an invincible god.
The forces of both sides clashed fiercely once again, and this time, the situation was instantly tied.
Upon seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Rakshasa God, but he quickly regained his cold expression.
He snorted coldly, and a Rakshasa Shadow Scythe emitting an eerie light suddenly appeared in his hand. He then handed it to Bibi Dong without hesitation.
Rakshasa himself flashed and pounced on Huanming like a ghost, trying his best to restrain him and create an opportunity for Bibi Dong to attack the demons and soldiers of the Slaughter City.
Bibi Dong took the Rakshasa Shadow Scythe, a ferocious smile appearing on her face.
Wielding a scythe, she charged madly towards the crowd in the killing city with a powerful, evil force.
The demon warriors fought back fiercely, but under the powerful and eerie force of the Rakshasa Shadow Scythe, they were easily knocked away like fragile ants.
In an instant, screams echoed across the battlefield, blood splattered everywhere, and the killing city was plunged into a bloody disaster, suffering heavy losses.
Huanming was extremely anxious. He had to deal with the entanglement of the Rakshasa God while also worrying about his companions in the City of Slaughter.
He roared angrily, brandishing his Sky-Piercing Spear, trying to break free from the Rakshasa God's control and stop Bibi Dong's atrocities.
However, the power of the Rakshasa God was too great, and every attack of Huanming was skillfully neutralized by Him. He was never able to break through the Rakshasa God's defenses.
In this moment of despair, a strong belief rekindled in Huanming's heart.
He knew he couldn't give up like this. He was Kuiba, the hero of the Killing City. He had to fight to the last ounce of his strength for the people here and for the companions who trusted and followed him.
Huanming once again concentrated all his mental energy, merging his will with the Sky-Piercing Spear.
His eyes revealed a resolute determination, as if he were ready to die.
"ah--!"
He let out a deafening roar, and the light on the Sky-Piercing Spear instantly exploded to its maximum, a beam of incomparably powerful light shooting towards the sky like a lightning bolt piercing through the darkness.
The beam of light illuminated the entire battlefield, drawing everyone's attention.
Within that light, a mysterious and ancient power seemed to surge, as if it came from the beginning of heaven and earth, containing endless mysteries and hope.
Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly descended in the light.
Her figure was light and graceful, like a fairy emerging from the water, radiating a soft blue light that gave people a sense of tranquility and power.
This person is none other than Hai Wenxiang, the warrior of the Lin Yao.
After landing, Hai Wenxiang looked resolutely at the battlefield.
She sensed Huanming's predicament and witnessed the carnage of the Slaughter City, and a surge of grief and indignation welled up in her heart.
Without the slightest hesitation, she swiftly summoned her pulse beast.
It was a gigantic aquatic beast, like a surging river, containing boundless power and vitality.
The moment the Pulse Beast appeared, the surrounding air became humid, as if the entire battlefield was enveloped in a world of water.
As soon as the water-type beast appeared, it rushed towards Bibi Dong.
Wherever it passed, water splashed, forming a powerful water curtain that blocked all of Bibi Dong's attacks.
Hai Wenxiang stood atop the Pulse Beast, her hands waving as if conducting a symphony on the water, directing the Pulse Beast to launch an attack.
Streams of water shot out from the mouth of the Pulse Beast, like sharp blades, carrying a powerful impact as they hurtled towards Bibi Dong and her surrounding enemies.
Bibi Dong was caught off guard by the sudden attack, and she hurriedly swung her Rakshasa Shadow Scythe to defend herself.
However, the attacks from the water-type beasts were relentless and extremely powerful, gradually putting her in a difficult situation.
Her face showed surprise and anger, clearly not expecting such a powerful opponent to suddenly appear and block her attack.
With Hai Wenxiang's help, the situation in the Killing City was instantly reversed.
The demon warriors saw a glimmer of hope, and they rallied, joining the battle alongside Hai Wenxiang to fight against the enemy.
Their hearts were filled with gratitude and admiration for Hai Wenxiang, and they were also inspired by her courage and strength.
However, Huanming had already severely depleted his power after unleashing that powerful attack.
His body swayed precariously, his eyes gradually lost their light, and finally he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a coma.
His body, like a withered leaf, slowly drifted down from the sky.
During the battle, Haiwenxiang noticed Huanming's condition.
Her heart tightened, but she couldn't afford to be distracted by taking care of Huanming at that moment. She could only silently pray that he would be safe and sound.
She became even more determined to defeat the enemy, protect the Killing City, and protect Huanming and everyone here.
The battle is still raging.
Hai Wenxiang and her water-type beast worked in perfect harmony, relentlessly attacking their enemies.
The Justice League soldiers began to retreat under this powerful offensive.
Their morale had been shattered by the overwhelming power of Huanming and Haiwenxiang, and now they were completely demoralized, scattering and fleeing in all directions.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Rakshasa decided to deal with Hai Wenxiang himself.
He flashed and appeared in front of Hai Wenxiang, gathering a powerful divine force in his hand, preparing to launch a fatal attack on her.
That divine power exuded a terrifying aura, distorting and deforming the surrounding space, as if it wanted to devour everything.
Hai Wenxiang looked at Rakshasa God without fear. She knew in her heart that this was a battle concerning the life and death of the City of Slaughter, and she could not back down.
She focused her mind, mobilized all the power of the water-elemental beasts, and prepared to meet the attack of the Rakshasa god.
Her eyes revealed a firmness and determination, as if telling the world that she would never give up easily.
Just as Rakshasa was about to launch his attack, Hai Wenxiang suddenly felt a mysterious power surging within her body.
This power was warm and strong, instantly enhancing her abilities.
She knew in her heart that this was the power of faith from the city of slaughter, the power bestowed upon her by the people's desire for peace and their trust in her.
Seizing this opportunity, Hai Wenxiang commanded the water-type beasts to launch their strongest attack at the same time as the Rakshasa God launched his attack.
A massive wave of water, like a roaring dragon, swept towards the Rakshasa god.
The waves contain immense power, not only Hai Wenxiang's own strength but also the power of the City of Slaughter's conviction.
The Rakshasa god was caught off guard by this sudden and powerful attack. His divine power collided with the waves, causing a massive explosion.
The shockwave from the explosion spread in all directions, shaking the entire battlefield.
The Rakshasa god was knocked back a few steps in the explosion, and the light on his body dimmed somewhat.
Hai Wenxiang pressed her advantage, continuing to command the water-type beasts to launch attacks, giving Rakshasa no chance to catch his breath.
Water arrows rained down on Rakshasa, forcing Him to defend Him with all His might.
Under Hai Wenxiang's fierce attacks, the Rakshasa God gradually fell into a passive position.
Because He had already expended too much divine power in the battle with Huanming.
Meanwhile, Bibi Dong saw that Rakshasa was in trouble and wanted to help him, but she was tightly entangled by the demon warriors of the Slaughter City.
Inspired by Hai Wenxiang, the demon warriors displayed unprecedented courage and strength.
They fought Bibi Dong relentlessly, risking their lives to keep her from escaping.
In the fierce battle, Haiwenxiang gradually gained the upper hand.
Her water-type beasts thrived on the battlefield, constantly inflicting damage on the enemy.
The Justice League soldiers were routed under the attack of Hai Wenxiang and the demon warriors.
They began to lose their will to fight and only wanted to escape this terrible battlefield.
Ultimately, the Justice League could no longer withstand the attacks from Hai Wenxiang and the demons of Killing City, and they began a full retreat.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Bibi Dong was filled with resentment and anger, but she also knew that it was too late to turn the tide.
She glared fiercely at Hai Wenxiang and the City of Slaughter, then led the remaining soldiers away from the battlefield.
The war has finally come to a temporary end.
The demon warriors of the Killing City looked at their devastated homeland, their hearts filled with grief and anger.
But they also knew that the victory in this war was hard-won; it was Hai Wenxiang's timely appearance and heroic fighting that allowed them to preserve this land.
Their hearts were filled with gratitude and admiration for Hai Wenxiang.
Looking at the devastation on the battlefield, Hai Wenxiang was filled with emotion.
She came to Huanming's side and gently picked him up.
Huanming was still unconscious, his face was pale and his breath was weak.
A hint of worry flashed in Hai Wenxiang's eyes. She didn't know when Huanming would wake up, but she decided to stay by his side until he recovered.
The warriors began clearing the battlefield, repairing the city walls, and treating the wounded.
They paid a heavy price in this war, but their faith was not destroyed.
They knew that as long as they stood together, they would be able to defend their homeland.
In the days that followed, Haiwenxiang stayed by Huanming's side.
She used her own power to heal Huanming's wounds, while also constantly talking to him, hoping to awaken his consciousness.
Although Huanming has not woken up, Haiwenxiang has never given up hope.
As time went by, the killing city gradually recovered.
The city wall was repaired, and the wounded gradually recovered.
After experiencing this war, the heroes became stronger and more united.
They began to intensify their training and improve their skills in preparation for potential future threats.
Hai Wenxiang also became a hero of the Killing City.
"Kuiba, I haven't said a word to you yet, you can't keep sleeping."
Inside the Slaughter Palace, Hai Wenxiang gazed at Huanming on the bed and murmured to herself.
She didn't know this man well, but his performance on the battlefield showed that he was worthy of her following.
Mi Lin was like that back then, and Huan Ming is like that now.
Yun Sha and Zhu Zhuyun walked in, and upon seeing this scene, they both sighed.
Yun Sha walked gently to Hai Wenxiang's side and whispered:
"Hai Wenxiang, don't worry too much. I believe Kuiba will wake up. He is our hero, with a tenacious will to live."
Zhu Zhuyun nodded in agreement: "Yes, he has overcome so many hardships and dangers, he will definitely be fine this time too."
"Don't overwork yourself. You've done so much for our Slaughter City, you deserve a good rest."
Hai Wenxiang shook her head slightly, her gaze still fixed firmly on Huanming: "I'm not tired, I just want him to wake up soon."
"I can feel his inner determination and strength, and I believe he won't just stay asleep forever."
As the days went by, in addition to taking care of Huanming, Haiwenxiang would often exchange combat experiences with the demon warriors to help them further improve their strength.
Her water-based pulse techniques broadened the horizons of the demon warriors, who humbly sought her guidance.
On the training field, Hai Wenxiang always patiently guided each of the demon warriors. Her gentleness and perseverance won everyone's respect and love.
"You must remember, the application of pulse techniques is not merely the release of power, but also the embodiment of inner conviction," Hai Wenxiang earnestly told the demon warriors.
"When our hearts are filled with a love for protecting our homeland, our pulse techniques can unleash their greatest power."
The demon warriors were greatly inspired and trained even harder.
Haiwenxiang also actively participated in the reconstruction of the Killing City.
She used her power to help repair the city wall; the soft blue light enveloped the stones, as if giving them new life and making the wall even stronger.
She also participated in the city's planning and construction, offering many constructive suggestions that led to some new changes and developments in the city as it was restored.
At night, Hai Wenxiang would often sit alone on the roof of the palace, gazing at the starry sky and silently praying for Huanming.
A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, and her eyes were filled with worry and anticipation.
"Kuiba, you must wake up soon. We are all waiting for you; the Land of Slaughter needs you."
She whispered softly, her voice drifting through the night air.
Under Hai Wenxiang's meticulous care, Huanming's health gradually improved.
His face was no longer so pale, and his breathing had become much more steady.
One day, when Hai Wenxiang was wiping his forehead as usual, she felt Huanming's fingers twitch slightly.
A surge of joy welled up in Hai Wenxiang's heart. She quickly grasped Huanming's hand and softly called out:
"Kuiba, can you hear me? Wake up!"
(End of this chapter)