Six hundred and sixtieth chapters: The decisive battle at the top of the capital
Mitsui Junyi's spirit of fighting against injustice and his heroic words made Yang Chen and William laugh, and even Byrne, who didn't like to laugh, made him laugh with a joking sneer.
A mortal.
Threatened to help Massar.
How ignorant and ridiculous.
"So you found such a powerful and powerful helper, no wonder you dared to challenge the four of us at the same time." William deliberately mocked Massar.
Massar threw his head back and laughed.
Mitsui Junyi enjoyed William's words very much. He held the longship sword that had been passed down for hundreds of years with both hands. He despised Yang Chen's side and secretly swore... Tonight, he must kill Yang Chen with his own hands and save the Hades Shrine.
He wanted to avenge his shame, but he didn't know that his "sincerity" was equivalent to a naked insult to Massar, who considered himself the most powerful being in the world.
Yang Chen, who smiled and said nothing, looked at Mitsui Junyi as if he was looking at someone.
Mitsui Junyi was not slow to react, and soon noticed the strange expressions in the eyes of the four people opposite him. He was confused and subconsciously turned his face to look at Massar.
"Weak and ridiculous mortal, I will let you understand how arrogant and ignorant you are!" As Massar spoke, he slowly raised his right hand and grabbed the void.
Mitsui Junyi, who had no time to think, was trembling like an electric shock. His whole body felt stiff and unable to move, and an indescribable fear appeared on his dull old face.
Control objects in the air.
Supernatural abilities.
Mitsui Junyi's thinking was in a mess. What was even more strange was that there was a huge suction force pulling him towards Massar. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break free.
devil!
Mitsui Junyi realized it too late. Massar's raised hand had already pinched his right shoulder blade, and his long nails pierced his skin.
"Let me go..." Mitsui Junyi begged with all his strength, his voice was barely audible, and he couldn't even say let me go.
Massar remained unmoved, exposed his blood-sucking fangs, and bit off the main artery in Mitsui's neck. Mitsui clearly felt that the blood in his body was draining faster than the spurt.
When Massar was sucking blood, Byrne suddenly took action, and William and Douglas, who had a tacit understanding, also rushed to the front, and the three powerful werewolves shot at Massar like lightning.
Yang Chen didn't move.
If you know yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
Let’s first see how strong Massar is, and then look for the weaknesses so that we can be aware of them.
At this moment, Yang Chen suddenly noticed someone approaching from behind. He turned around and was startled. The person who came was actually the third son of the Tang family, Tang Zhan, whom he had met once before!
"Why are you here?" Yang Chen asked in surprise.
"My master calculated with his fingers, there is a demon coming to the world tonight on the top of Lingshan Mountain. I am here to eliminate the demon and defend the way." Tang Zhan said expressionlessly, and the reason he gave was absurd and bizarre.
Yang Chen did not question it.
He has encountered too many absurd and bizarre things in his life.
While the two were talking, Byrne, William, and Douglas flew back one after another and fell heavily, causing snowflakes to fly with a terrifying force.
Douglas was the most seriously injured, vomiting blood and struggling to stand upright.
Yang Chen was frightened. He was deeply aware of the strength of Byrne, William, and Douglas. He could not imagine that they would be seriously injured even if they met each other.
Massar shook his head and sighed, mocking his opponent's weakness and incompetence. Next to him, Mitsui Junyi, whose blood was instantly sucked out of his body, lay on his back and refused to close his eyes.
"I'll do it!"
Tang Zhan proudly pulled out Chixiao from behind, pointed his toes on the ground, took a few steps, crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and jumped up. While taking a few steps in the air, the famous sword pointed at the ground was raised high above his head.
He also put his left hand on the hilt of the sword, held it tightly, roared, and slashed down.
Tang Zhan, with his shoulder-length hair flying wildly, wielded the sword with both hands, obviously exerting his full strength, speed and power to the extreme. Massar, who raised his face slightly and curled up his mouth, stretched out only the middle finger of his right hand to pinch the edge of the sword.
underestimate the enemy?
Are those with high skills bold?
Without waiting for onlookers to hesitate, the answer is revealed.
Massar clamped Chi Xiao firmly and withstood the huge impact without moving at all. Tang Zhan's resolute face, frozen in the air, showed an unprecedented expression.
Surprised, incredible.
Before other thoughts came into his mind, he was thrown more than twenty meters by Massar with his sword, smashed into a pine tree as thick as a bowl, and fell to the ground in a miserable state.
The situation took a turn for the worse. Yang Chen squinted his eyes and stared at Massar, who was as unshakable as a mountain. He thought that the good luck that had been near misses before might not be able to accompany him this time.
"ah!"
Byrne roared, quickly transformed into a ferocious giant wolf more than two meters tall, and attacked Massar for the second time. William and Douglas transformed one after another, following Byrne to attack the powerful enemy.
Yang Chen remained motionless.
At this time, if you attack with too many people but not too many, or too few with too many people, it will not have any effect.
Waiting for the best opportunity, his rich combat experience enables him to stay calm in critical moments.
In the distance, Tang Zhan, who got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, saw a werewolf fighting a vampire and murmured in shock: "It turns out there is more than one monster."
Byrne was kicked by Massar, breaking countless bones. Although William and Douglas took the opportunity to pounce on Massar, their claws that could crush iron and stone only scratched the surface of Massar's chest muscles, and
With their necks tightly strangled, Massar only had to slightly shrink his hands to definitely kill them both.
The werewolf's powerful physique and strength were useless in front of Massar.
Byrne, who was lying on the ground, struggled to get up to save his brother and Douglas. However, the injury was too serious and he was unable to do anything. He opened his bloody mouth in panic and screamed madly.
At this time, knowing that there was little chance of winning, Yang Chen had no choice but to risk his life and take action. The eight sharp blades hidden in his arm guards were drawn out, and he gritted his teeth and attacked Massar.
Massar quickly shook off the two burdens, and locked his cold eyes on the sharp edges protruding from Yang Chen's arm guards. The dangerous aura emitted by this thing forced him to temporarily let go of William and Douglas, no longer playing defensive counterattack, and cautiously forced it out of the body.
With the powerful aura, the snow on the ground seemed to be pushed flat by an invisible wall, flying up and pressing towards Yang Chen who was approaching.
Yang Chen originally planned to get close to Massar before taking action, but the invisible energy gave him the uneasiness of being on the verge of death. As a last resort, he crossed his hands on his chest and drew them out horizontally, as if pulling something, and the sharp blade could easily tear it apart and crush it.
There was an invisible barrier, but part of the energy that collapsed still hit him.
He spat out a big mouthful of hot blood and stumbled back seven or eight steps, barely able to stand still.
It seems that tonight's duel is coming to an end.
"The smell of your blood is quite alluring..." Massar took a deep breath, smiled intoxicatedly, gradually exposed his blood-sucking fangs, and finally reached out to grab Yang Chen from afar.
Yang Chen was startled and wanted to run away, but it was too late. His body refused to obey and he could not make any movements, including blinking. The huge suction force pulled him towards Massar.
Tang Zhan, who still had some strength left, made up his mind and swung his sword to save him, but was controlled by Massar's other hand. William, Byrne, and Douglas were dying and could not help.
As the distance got closer, Yang Chen almost despaired.
[Author's digression]: Writing hard does not mean breaking out. From writing my second book in 2008 to today, I never mention the word breaking out, because I am not worthy and my hands are too slow. It takes one hour to write a thousand words, one
There are more than 2,000 words in each chapter, and it took two and a half hours to complete, plus careful revision of every word. If two chapters were updated in one day, it would take five hours.
Whether you are a student or an office worker, think about it, how much spare time do you have besides work, study, and rest?
I spent almost all my spare time writing the book. I persisted for eight years. I was exhausted physically and mentally. I worked hard almost every day. I don’t ask you to understand my difficulties, let alone empathize with me. I just ask that you can read the book calmly.
