PFC Chapter 82 Exchange Attack
Chapter 82 Exchange Attack
Once inside the blood mist, you are completely covered by the red fog, and you can't see or hear anything.
After Chang Yuan pulled the trigger, he could clearly feel the recoil and the hot air from the gunpowder explosion in his wrist, but he could not hear the gunshot that was right next to him.
In this extreme silence, auditory hallucinations soon began, such as a heart pounding like a drum.
In the blood mist, Chang Yuan relied entirely on the word lock to move forward.
His elite cavalry squad used their left hands to pull on the hem of their teammates' clothes, relying on the feel of the clothes to move forward.
In this environment where sight and hearing are blocked, apart from Chang Yuan who can correct his course by locking onto the target, no one else knows whether he is walking in a straight line or a curve.
Chang Yuan silently circled around to get close to the body of the slain cultist.
He couldn't see the corpse, but he could see the drop attributes: [Spirit Source +12] and [Spirit Source +26].
The densely packed entries, like abundant fruits in a field, made Chang Yuan's heart flutter with joy, his heart itch with excitement, and his mind flutter with excitement.
When he led his team into the center of the dropped items, surrounded by a dense array of [Spirit Source+], he felt refreshed and completely satisfied.
"Open the 'Qi' gate!!"
[Spiritual Source] Like a hundred birds returning to the forest, it surged towards Chang Yuan like a tide, entered his body, and stirred up a warm current that completely eliminated his fatigue and discomfort.
Amidst an unprecedentedly large harvest, Chang Yuan tested the observation limit distance and the remote absorption limit distance for the entry "Qi Absorption".
Within 200 meters, he could see the dropped entries.
Once he gets within about 120 meters, he can absorb the falling spiritual energy into his body.
There are too many, absolutely too many!
Chang Yuan had never felt such a rich harvest, and the spiritual energy flow in his body had never been so strong and surging.
Drawn by the fallen spiritual energy, he wandered across the battlefield, absorbing it tirelessly.
Only when the [Spiritual Source+] entry disappeared from his field of vision did Chang Yuan finally regain his senses and turn his gaze to the Left Protector of the Sun Moon Holy Sect, whom he had locked onto.
At this moment, the heat within his body surged like the Yangtze River, giving him unprecedented confidence and an impulse he had never felt before.
Chang Yuan desperately wanted to fight, to kill a powerful enough enemy, and to satisfy his surging fighting desire.
He didn't even bother to check how much spiritual energy he had harvested, and strode firmly toward his target.
Suddenly, the Left Protector of the Sun Moon Holy Sect sneered: "This ant of the imperial court dares to take me as prey; he is courting his own destruction."
The Grand Protector of the Heavenly Principle Sect exclaimed in surprise, "This person is extraordinary. Even while surrounded by blood mist, he can still rush straight towards you without the slightest deviation."
The Left Protector of the Sun Moon Holy Sect scoffed, "You don't actually think he can see me, do you?"
"This is blood mist, a legendary spell that only gods can see through. Even we have to rely on divine revelation to indirectly see the situation on the battlefield."
The White Lotus Sect's founder and great protector said, "Don't be too confident; this person is indeed wicked."
The Left Protector of the Sun Moon Holy Sect remained silent for a moment: "Alright, since you all say so, I'll kill him first, just in case."
As he spoke, he uttered a strange and cryptic hymn, communicating with his god and obtaining a permanent position through his covenant with the god.
Despite the time difference in location due to the recitation of the sacrificial text, it was enough for him to determine Chang Yuan's movement trajectory.
The next second, the Left Protector of the Sun Moon Holy Sect formed the Yin-Yang Seal with both hands, and the ghostly fire leaped in his palms, transforming into more than ten fire snakes as thick as a thumb, which shot towards Chang Yuan like arrows.
The fire snakes spread evenly, covering all the locations Chang Yuan could possibly move to.
Although Chang Yuan was able to lock onto the enemy, he was unable to detect the attack within the blood mist, and therefore could not dodge the incoming fire snakes.
If even one of the fire snakes were to strike Chang Yuan, it would cause his body to fester.
The true essence flowing through the meridians transformed into fuel for ghostly fire, burning silently in the blood mist until the body was completely reduced to ashes.
But this is under normal circumstances, not now.
Chang Yuan harvested so much spiritual energy at once that he felt like he was about to burst.
The key is that this feeling isn't fake!
When the ghostly fire snakes shot onto Chang Yuan's body, piercing through and igniting his clothes, and began to burn his skin, the surging spiritual heat in his meridians reacted.
A barely perceptible stream of heat was expelled from the meridians, traveling along the fine veins to the pores, and then sprayed out towards the scorching heat on the skin.
Silently, the ghostly fire, which was said to be able to burn anything and never go out, was extinguished by the spiritual heat.
Because he was deprived of his sight and hearing, Chang Yuan did not realize that he had been infected until the crisis had passed; he only noticed that his abdomen felt cold.
Chang Yuan reached out and touched the hole in his clothes, only to discover that he had been hit.
He immediately realized that he could not wait any longer and had to launch an attack on the Left Protector of the Sun and Moon Holy Sect.
Chang Yuan raised his revolver, aimed it at the position locked by the entry "Precision," and pulled the trigger.
boom!
He didn't hear a gunshot, but he imagined the roar of a gun barrel.
Under Chang Yuan's control, the bullet traced a strange and tricky arc, bypassing any possible frontal defenses, and accurately struck the Left Protector between the eyebrows.
The fact that the lock on the entry did not disappear indicates that the enemy was not killed, or even that the substitution technique was not triggered.
Chang Yuan sneered, "Your defenses are pretty solid, then let's see how many hits you can withstand!"
His fingers clicked repeatedly, firing five bullets in two seconds.
Because the firing rate was too fast, Chang Yuan did not use an arc trajectory, but instead used a simple straight trajectory to repeatedly fire at the same point.
The left protector of the Sun and Moon Holy Sect, who was suspended above the altar, looked extremely grim.
His body was surrounded by a thick, extraordinary barrier, burning with ghostly flames that blocked and melted the incoming bullets into molten copper and lead.
The Left Protector noticed that the bullets that were being fired were all aimed at his brow.
This means that the Imperial Guard who approached him was capable of "seeing" him in the blood mist and launching a fatal attack.
But what made the Left Protector's face turn ugly was that each bullet penetrated deeper than the previous one.
At this rate, if another dozen or so bullets hit the same spot, the extraordinary barrier will be breached by a mere revolver!
It's simply unbelievable.
The Left Protector of the Sun and Moon Holy Sect chanted loudly, praying to his god for help, and received even more intense blessings from the ghostly fire.
However, the arrival of six more bullets proved that the stronger ghost fire could only slow down the speed of the bullet penetration, but could not reverse the trend of being pierced.
The Left Protector did not panic. Instead, he used his own power to condense into an even stronger Netherfire Python and launched a diversionary attack, attempting to disrupt Chang Yuan's attack rhythm.
However, Chang Yuan was unaware of the evil magic attack and allowed the fire python to directly attack him.
The enormous fire python was enough to devour twenty or thirty people, but when it struck Chang Yuan, whose spiritual energy was overflowing, the only result was a wisp of hair on his forehead.
Even though Chang Yuan couldn't see or hear, he understood.
The almost explosive surge of spiritual heat within his body made him completely immune to his opponent's attacks.
Chang Yuan laughed: "Wishtoday! Such a good thing actually happens!"
His gaze fell upon three conspicuous targets, namely the chief protectors of the three major cults.
"You guys are so unlucky!"