msmithbooks Chapter 296 - 295: They Will Chew You Up Bit by Bit
Chapter 296 - 295: They Will Chew You Up Bit by Bit
Everyone’s gazes couldn’t help but focus on him.
On the monk, who seemed ordinary yet subtly exuded an extraordinary aura.
He gently pressed his palms together, softly chanting, "Amitabha Buddha."
The sound, though as gentle as a light breeze, contained a magical power that soothed the heart,
granting a moment of relief and tranquility to the fear-taut nerves of those around him.
Abbot Tonghua’s eyelids drooped slightly, hiding his eyes, which were as deep as pools of water,
leaving only a faint shadow that made it difficult to glimpse the vast world within his mind.
His seemingly ordinary hands were slowly rotating a string of simple, ancient Buddha Beads.
At first glance, the string of Buddha Beads looked plain; their surfaces were as smooth as a mirror, and each bead radiated a gentle luster, clearly polished and tempered by countless years.
However, it was this very string of seemingly unremarkable Buddha Beads...
...from which a faint golden Buddha’s Light would occasionally flicker, visible just beneath their surface.
The Bishop of the Bright Holy See gently rubbed the jeweled ring on his finger.
The ring glinted dazzlingly in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a brilliant star.
A hint of amusement and contemplation flickered in his eyes; he was clearly trying to guess the mysterious monk’s identity and purpose.
But Abbot Tonghua remained as serene and detached as ever,
as if all the surrounding clamor and chaos had nothing to do with him.
He just sat there quietly, rotating the Buddha Beads in his hands.
Even Uzi, who was locked in a fierce battle with Xiao Cangqing, couldn’t help but glance over.
The wave of energy the monk had released a moment ago forced Uzi to divert his attention and be on guard.
’In that instant, the power I felt surpassed even Xiao Cangqing’s.’
In the moment Uzi was distracted, Xiao Cangqing’s attack closed in like a gale.
The moment the Slaughter Knife swung, an utterly frigid aura enveloped the world.
It was not merely the roar of colliding metal, but the wails and screams from the nether abyss—shrill and despairing,
like thousands of lonely ghosts crying helplessly in the night.
These sounds wove together into an invisible web of terror,
tightly enveloping every inch of the battlefield, chilling one to the bone and making the soul tremble.
With a flash of the blade, an ancient seal on the Slaughter Knife was violently torn asunder, and a million Evil Spirit souls broke free from their long imprisonment.
No longer ethereal beings, they materialized as tangible black shadows, sweeping forward like a tempest.
These Evil Spirits were of all different forms. Some had twisted faces and bared fangs, like Demons from Hell. Others wore tattered armor and held broken blades, like warriors returned from ancient battlefields. There were even headless and faceless ones, leaving only distorted clouds of black mist that swirled and danced in the air like bizarre specters.
Like wild beasts imprisoned for a millennium, once freed, they displayed a horrifying ferocity and madness.
Uzi’s vision went black as he was completely devoured by the surging darkness.
His hands, shoulders, neck, head—every part of his body—
were seized in that instant by countless ice-cold hands.
The hands were pale and slender, their fingertips glowing with a faint blue light.
They coiled and pulled, binding Uzi tightly within a cage woven from Evil Spirits.
All around was endless darkness and silence, with only the roars of the Evil Spirits echoing in his ears.
Their voices were filled with hatred and hunger, ready to treat Uzi as a meal and tear him apart bite by bite.
Their rotting, ashen faces flickered in and out of view in the dim light.
Their eyes were hollow and deep, yet they revealed a heart-stopping obsession and madness.
They stared intently at Uzi, as if admiring a feast about to begin, waiting for the moment they could tear him apart and devour him.
Uzi felt as if he had been thrown into a bottomless mire of darkness.
He was surrounded by a viscous, icy swamp where every struggle only caused him to sink deeper.
The power of the Evil Spirits was immense and bizarre; they seemed able to perceive Uzi’s every thought,
predicting his every move to lay an inescapable trap in advance, leaving him no way out.
In that critical moment, the Slaughter Knife, like the Death God’s scythe, descended upon Uzi’s head, carrying with it endless killing intent and a powerful Curse.
The air was thick with suffocating tension and fear.
Relying on his astonishing willpower and survival instincts,
Uzi made an almost reflexive move on the razor’s edge between life and death.
He forcibly twisted his body, shifting his head from its original, fatal trajectory.
But the sharp blade still mercilessly sliced across his shoulder, leaving behind a shocking wound.
The blow nearly sheared off the better part of Uzi’s shoulder, and the mangled wound was too gruesome to look at.
No warm blood gushed from the wound, only a deathly, ashen-gray void.
The inside of his body had long lost the nourishment of blood, becoming as barren as a desert.
The Evil Spirits on the Slaughter Knife, sensing the scent of death, seized the opportunity and surged like a tide into Uzi’s open wound.
These Evil Spirits, carrying their unique Curses and grievances,
roamed wantonly through Uzi’s body, searching for a new host or a target to destroy.
But within Uzi’s body, some extraordinary power was silently resisting the invasion of these outsiders.
When the crowd’s eyes focused on Uzi’s cleaved-open body, they all felt a tremor of shock and horror.
His ashen muscles and bones looked particularly strange and sinister in the dim light.
Though their structure was similar to a human’s, they exuded a coldness and stillness that did not belong to this world.
With no nourishing blood and no beat of life, this body had already transcended the boundary of life and death, becoming a terrifying existence somewhere between being and nothingness.
A flicker of relief finally appeared in Xiao Cangqing’s crazed and sadistic eyes, for he too had realized just how troublesome Uzi was.
Fortunately, the blow had landed. Although the Slaughter Knife had slain as many as five million people, it was also afflicted by the Curse of those five million souls. Thus, the power of this Curse was permanently attached to the blade.
Anyone cut by the Slaughter Knife would be shrouded by this spreading Curse, never able to escape it.
This meant that once Uzi was struck by the blade, he had lost all of his previous advantages.
"You never should have provoked us, the Blood Race.
But it’s too late for regrets. Prepare to fall into Hell and be with these five million souls for eternity.
They will chew you up piece by piece, then regenerate you and chew you up again.
They will repeat this process endlessly, torturing you until you can neither live nor die."
Xiao Cangqing’s vicious voice drifted into Uzi’s ears.
Uzi had embarrassed Xiao Cangqing at the start of their clash, so now Xiao Cangqing wished he could grind Uzi’s bones to dust!
Uzi gave a cold laugh. Ignoring the ghastly wound on his body, he fiercely swung out his right hand.