NFBE Chapter 159 Covered in Wounds
Chapter 159 Covered in Wounds
Meanwhile, the mage inside the dark room had just opened the door and was about to come out when he saw An San standing at the door.
"Who are you?" the monk asked, looking puzzled.
An San did not answer. He looked at the mage and sensed that the mage's spiritual energy was very strong. He was sure that the mage would be difficult to deal with, so he decided to leave immediately.
Turning around, An San stepped out of the room without looking back, gathering his spiritual power in preparation for a swift departure.
Unexpectedly, a powerful force pulled him from behind, rendering him unable to move. An San thought to himself: I have no choice but to fight to the death.
At this moment, the mage was standing at the doorway, his hands waving alternately. Golden incantation-like characters swirled around his hands, constantly accelerating and emitting a powerful attraction, pushing towards Dark Three.
"Let's see where you run now. This isn't a place you can come and go as you please," the mage said arrogantly, exuding an air of dominance.
The two remained locked in a stalemate, and no matter how much strength An San used, he could not break free from this attraction.
Conversely, the more a dark three struggles, the stronger its attraction becomes.
This mage's skills are indeed very powerful. At this moment, An San just wants to leave this place as soon as possible. But then he thought that since the attraction would become stronger the further he went, he might as well do nothing and wait for the mage to relax so that he could fight him again.
At this moment, An San stopped struggling. The mage continued to use his magic to attract An San's attention, and the distance between the two was getting closer and closer.
Seeing that Dark Three was getting closer and closer, the mage put away the talisman and quickly moved towards Dark Three.
At this moment, An San had already gathered a ball of spiritual energy in his hand, waiting for the mage's next move. After no longer feeling the attraction behind him, An San quickly took a step back, turned around, and threw the ball of spiritual energy at the mage.
Seeing the ball of spiritual energy suddenly appear before him, the mage dodged it by sidestepping.
The two did not exchange many words. An San did not want to reveal his identity and just wanted to end the battle as soon as possible and leave.
To An San's surprise, the mage in front of him seemed to be even more powerful than he had imagined.
At this moment, An San and the mage were engaged in a fierce battle. An San was considered a highly skilled individual, but he never expected that the mage would emerge unscathed, while An San was already covered in wounds.
This can't go on forever, An San thought to himself that he had to leave this place as soon as possible.
In the distance, watching An San who seemed somewhat disheveled, I adjusted my breathing, slowly channeled my spiritual energy, and silently chanted an incantation.
A crescent-shaped scimitar gradually appeared around An San, and spiritual energy slowly gathered on it. In a short while, a giant scimitar was formed.
An San raised his arms and forcefully lifted the magical curved blade he had conjured, slashing it towards the mage.
Upon seeing the suddenly powerful Dark Three, the mage remained composed, though a subtle, almost imperceptible glint of light still flashed within his stern expression.
The mage spread his hands, forming a circular barrier around himself. As the mage continuously poured in his spiritual power, the barrier grew thicker and thicker.
Just as the heavily wounded An San was about to slash at the mage, the barrier blocked the giant scimitar. The two swords clashed and clashed, their momentum evenly matched, and their firepower was immense.
An San frowned and used all his strength to slash at the barrier with his scimitar. Instantly, both the scimitar and the barrier seemed to have some cracks.
The mage freed one hand, gathered a ball of spiritual energy, and struck the barrier. An San was also exerting all his strength at this moment. In an instant, the barrier shattered, the scimitar broke, and both of them were thrown back by the powerful impact of the spiritual energy.
At this moment, seeing the mage in the distance retreating continuously, An San, who had been knocked away and fallen to the ground, quickly got up and used his last bit of strength to fly out of the wall and flee in panic.
In the woods, the disheveled An San finally collapsed from exhaustion and fell to the ground. When he woke up, it was already evening.
Slowly opening his eyes and regaining some strength, An San quickly got up and fled to a dilapidated thatched hut. He checked his own strength and frowned.
An San knew that in his current state, he would probably be killed before he even returned to the palace, so he decided to stay here to recover from his injuries.
He crossed his legs, calmed his mind, and channeled his spiritual energy to begin healing his injuries.
Before they knew it, it was already the next day. Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the thatched hut, and a beam of sunlight slowly moved onto An San's face.
The sunlight seemed a bit too bright, and An San frowned slightly. When he opened his eyes again, he found that it was already dawn.
After a whole night of rest, An San regained some strength. Without further ado, An San decided to hurry back to the palace to report the news.
Leaving the thatched hut, we walked through yesterday's woods.
She carefully observed her surroundings along the way, fearing that she might encounter the same monk from yesterday again. Otherwise, given her current condition, she would likely be in grave danger. Therefore, Anran was extremely cautious on her way back to the palace.
Inside the palace, the emperor sat in his own palace, reviewing the situation without much expression.
"Your Majesty, I request an audience outside the Dark Palace." A eunuch came to report.
The emperor gave the eunuch an approving look.
An San entered the palace with his head bowed, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, no trace of demons was found inside; they were all humans."
"Oh? No demons were found. That's good. Did you find anything else?"
Upon hearing this, the emperor finally felt relieved.
After all, Heaven and Earth are his masters, and he cannot tolerate the existence of something he cannot control behind him.
However, I still felt something was amiss.
Feng Xiangyu was standing to the side. Upon hearing this, he subconsciously glanced at the Imperial Advisor, only to find that the Imperial Advisor's eyes were unusually cold, as if he was very dissatisfied.
"Your Majesty, just as I was about to leave, a highly skilled sorcerer suddenly appeared. This person was extremely powerful, and I only managed to escape from his grasp with all my might." An San tried his best to appear calm, not wanting to reveal his weakness in front of the emperor.
The monk's abilities terrified him; he had never encountered such a powerful monk in all these years, and he had almost failed to escape.
"Is there a powerful mage inside? Oh well, as long as there are no demons."
The emperor thought to himself, no matter how profound or unfathomable the sorcerer was, as long as there were no demons, nothing else mattered.
After all, no matter how powerful a mage is, if all the mages in the palace join forces, or if a warrant is issued, no matter how powerful he is, he cannot escape the emperor's pursuit across thousands of miles.
But demons are different; human constraints do not apply to them.
A cold glint flashed in the emperor's eyes, but he showed no further emotion. He waved his hand, signaling An San to step down.
A figure suddenly disappeared not far away.