PFC Chapter 212 Guarding the Treasure
Chapter 212 Guarding the Treasure
Zhuang Yu's heart sank when he saw the dark figure.
Who else could possess that suffocating pressure but the Black Fiend Ancestor, who was in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm?
He cautiously looked around. In the still night sky, there was not a breath of wind; the air seemed to have solidified, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
The occasional chirping of insects in the distance sounded particularly jarring, adding to the tense atmosphere.
The dark figure slowly descended, its scarlet eyes flickering in the darkness like two will-o'-the-wisps, sending chills down one's spine.
Black Demon Ancestor!
He's finally here!
"Boy, obediently hand over what you stole from the materials merchant, and I might consider leaving you a whole corpse." The Black Fiend Ancestor's voice was hoarse and deep, as if it came from the depths of hell, carrying a strong sense of threat.
Zhuang Yu sneered, "Black Fiend Ancestor, you think too highly of yourself. You think you can snatch things from me?" He gripped the Ten Thousand Year Black Iron, the Heavenly Star Stone, and the Nine Nether Ice tightly in his hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.
These materials are the key to his breakthrough to the Tribulation Transcending stage, and he absolutely cannot give them away!
"You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!" Old Ancestor Black Fiend roared, and a powerful pressure erupted from his body, surging towards Zhuang Yu like a tidal wave.
The surrounding trees bent low under the oppressive force, creaking and groaning as if they might break at any moment.
A strong, nauseating smell of blood filled the air.
Zhuang Yu felt a tightness in his chest, and it became difficult to breathe.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the immense pressure, and sneered, "Black Fiend, do you think you can scare me like this? Let me tell you, if you want these materials today, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"
A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the Black Fiend Ancestor. "You're courting death!" He suddenly raised his right hand, and a black aura of malevolence condensed in his palm, forming a huge black skull that exuded a chilling aura of death.
"Die!" Black Fiend Ancestor roared, hurling the black skull in his hand at Zhuang Yu.
"Young Master!" Wang Yao exclaimed and rushed out of the room.
Upon seeing the menacing black skull, her face instantly turned pale.
Zhuang Yu immediately shielded Wang Yao behind him.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself!" Old Ancestor Black Fiend sneered. In his eyes, Zhuang Yu was nothing more than an ant in the late stage of Nascent Soul, and there was no way he could withstand his attack.
The black skull, accompanied by a whistling sound, hurtled towards Zhuang Yu.
The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
Zhuang Yu's eyes were like torches, fixed on the approaching black skull, and he shouted in a low voice, "Break!"
Zhuang Yu frantically poured his spiritual power into the Xuanwu Shield, a defensive magic weapon he had retrieved from the mysterious space.
The Xuanwu Shield shone brightly, its surface shimmering with ancient runes, radiating powerful defensive energy.
The black skull slammed into the Xuanwu Shield, producing a deafening roar.
The powerful shockwave spread outwards, uprooting trees and creating deep, bottomless cracks in the ground.
Zhuang Yu groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he remained firmly rooted to the spot, protecting Wang Yao behind him.
Although the Xuanwu Shield blocked the skull's frontal attack, the powerful impact still made his internal organs churn.
Wang Yao gripped Zhuang Yu's sleeve tightly, her eyes filled with worry. She could sense the immense pressure Zhuang Yu was under, but she was powerless to help.
“Young Master…” Wang Yao’s voice trembled, with a hint of sobbing.
"I'm fine." Zhuang Yu took a deep breath, suppressing the surging blood in his body, and gave Wang Yao a reassuring look.
When the Black Fiend Ancestor saw that his full-force attack had failed to harm Zhuang Yu, he realized that the boy's defensive magic treasure was actually quite powerful.
But so what?
He refused to believe that the kid could keep going like this!
Just as the Black Fiend Ancestor was about to launch another attack, Zhuang Yu made his move.
He did not choose to passively defend, but instead took the initiative to attack!
He quickly formed hand seals, mobilizing the power of the five elements around him.
The wind howled, lightning flashed, the ground trembled, flames rose, and water surged.
The five elemental forces converged and merged in his hands, forming a colorful pillar of light that, with a world-destroying momentum, rushed straight towards the Black Fiend Ancestor.
Black Fiend Ancestor's expression changed drastically; he hadn't expected Zhuang Yu to possess such a powerful attack method.
He tried to dodge in a panic, but the five-colored beam of light was too fast for him to completely avoid.
The beam of light grazed past his body, tearing his black robe and leaving a deep wound.
Old Ancestor Black Fiend let out a muffled groan, his face growing even more gloomy.
"Damn brat, how dare you hurt me!" Old Ancestor Black Fiend said through gritted teeth.
Ghost Four gave a sinister smile and winked at Ghost Three, "Third Brother, you go and meet this kid. I'll cover for you." Ghost Three grinned and flashed before Zhuang Yu like a ghost.
He held a blood-red scimitar in his hand, its blade gleaming with a chilling light.
"Boy, prepare to die!" Ghost Three roared, brandishing his curved blade and slashing at Zhuang Yu.
Zhuang Yu had to defend against the attacks of the Black Fiend Ancestor while also guarding against Ghost Three's sneak attacks, and for a time he was in a predicament.
Gui San's curved blade was as fast as lightning, each move deadly. Zhuang Yu could only barely parry, and soon several wounds appeared on his body.
Crimson blood flowed down the wound, staining his clothes red.
"Haha, kid, your death is near!" Ghost Three laughed triumphantly, his curved blade becoming even more ruthless.
The Black Fiend Ancestor watched intently from the side, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Zhuang Yu at any moment.
Zhuang Yu felt his spiritual energy being rapidly depleted.
Just at this critical moment, a figure suddenly rushed out and stood in front of Zhuang Yu.
"Young Master!" Wang Yao's voice trembled, but her eyes were firm, showing no fear whatsoever.
She spread her arms and released her meager spiritual power to form a thin shield, attempting to block Gui San's attack.
"Yao'er, go back quickly!" Zhuang Yu was shocked. He didn't expect Wang Yao to rush out at this time.
Wang Yao's cultivation level was only at the late stage of Qi Refining. In this battle at the Nascent Soul level, she was like a moth drawn to a flame, and could be reduced to ashes at any moment.
"Young master, I will protect you!" Wang Yao's voice was weak, but it was full of determination.
She knew she was weak, but she couldn't just stand by and watch Zhuang Yu get hurt.
Gui San was stunned for a moment; he hadn't expected Cheng Yaojin to suddenly appear out of nowhere.
Looking at Wang Yao's slender figure, he
Both Black Fiend Ancestor and Zhuang Yu were stunned; neither of them expected Wang Yao to make such a move.
A surge of tenderness welled up in Zhuang Yu's heart, but at the same time, it was filled with worry.
Just as the curved blade was about to fall on Wang Yao, he roared, "Yao'er!"
Zhuang Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and an unprecedented power erupted from his body.
He swung the Xuanwu Shield in his hand, sending the three ghosts flying with their swords.
"Yao'er, step back!" Zhuang Yu's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
Although Wang Yao was worried, she knew that staying here would only be a burden to Zhuang Yu, so she obediently stepped aside.
"Black Demon, today it's either you or me who dies!" Zhuang Yu roared, his spiritual power surging wildly, forming a huge golden vortex behind him.
At the center of the vortex, a golden dragon could be vaguely seen roaring and churning.
Black Fiend Ancestor's expression changed drastically; he sensed an unprecedented threat emanating from Zhuang Yu.
This kid actually has some hidden strength!
"Ghost Three, Ghost Four, attack together!" Old Ancestor Black Fiend dared not be careless any longer and hurriedly called his subordinates to attack Zhuang Yu together.
Ghost Three and Ghost Four exchanged a glance, a hint of fear flashing in their eyes, but they dared not disobey the Black Fiend Ancestor's orders and could only grit their teeth and charge forward.
Zhuang Yu sneered, quickly forming hand seals to mobilize the power of the five elements around him.
A fierce wind howled, lightning flashed, flames soared, water surged, and earth and rocks tumbled. The five elemental forces intertwined and fused in his hands, forming a series of incredibly powerful attacks that poured down on Black Fiend Ancestor and his subordinates like a storm.
Even with the combined efforts of Black Fiend Ancestor, Ghost Three, and Ghost Four, they were still unable to withstand Zhuang Yu's attack.
They were repeatedly defeated and suffered numerous injuries.
"Damn brat!" Old Ancestor Black Fiend roared repeatedly. He never expected that he would be forced to such a state by an ant in the late stage of Nascent Soul.
Zhuang Yu sneered, his eyes revealing murderous intent.
"Black Fiend, your death is near!" He swung the Xuanwu Shield violently, sending Ghost Three and Ghost Four flying. Then, in a flash, he appeared in front of Black Fiend Ancestor.
Before the Black Fiend Ancestor could react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest as Zhuang Yu's fist slammed into it.
He screamed in agony, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
"Ancestor!" Ghost Three and Ghost Four were shocked to see this and rushed over to help the Black Fiend Ancestor up.
"Go!" Knowing he was no match for Zhuang Yu, the Black Fiend Ancestor hurriedly led his men in a hasty retreat.
Zhuang Yu did not give chase. He glanced at Wang Yao behind him and said, "Yao'er, let's go." He took Wang Yao's hand and turned to leave this place of trouble.
They sped along, flying towards the cave.
However, just as they were about to reach the cave, Zhuang Yu suddenly stopped.
He saw a group of men in black standing guard not far ahead, each one exuding a cold and murderous aura.
"Young Master, what's wrong?" Wang Yao asked, puzzled.
Zhuang Yu frowned and tightened his grip on Wang Yao's hand. "It seems we're in trouble again..."