Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 47: Chapter 46 I Only Fight for the Present Day_1

This…

For a moment, even Ji Liushuang almost couldn’t help charging forward.

However, a voice that flashed through her mind restrained her impulsive behavior.

“Do you know what ambergris is… It’s best not to do things you don’t understand.”

The words Fu Qian had said hammered in Ji Liushuang’s heart, causing her to hesitate for a moment, merely watching as the others rushed toward the blood pool.

The next instant, she was immensely grateful for her moment of hesitation.

Charging at the forefront were the strongest, Huang Zhaoyan and Yuan Xin, among whom Huang Zhaoyan, being the least injured, leaped high into the air almost like Fu Qian, aiming directly for the center of the pool.

However, just as he was mid-leap, a spinning tentacle suddenly shot out from the surrounding putrid, foul-smelling liquid of the blood pool.

Ah!

Amidst screams, Huang Zhaoyan couldn’t avoid it and was pierced through the calf by the tentacle.

The next instant, as the tentacle retracted, Huang Zhaoyan was dragged down, buried into the putrid liquid.

This scene left Yuan Xin, who was following close behind, utterly shocked. As he hesitated whether to advance or retreat, the next moment he discovered two tentacles shooting toward him.

Despite dodging the tentacles’ attack with all his might, Yuan Xin lost his balance, and half of his body toppled into the pool.

The blood pool was not deep, and Yuan Xin tried to stand up by pushing against the ground with his hand, only to find that seemingly countless tendrils within the liquid were firmly gripping his body, rendering him immobile.

…

The three who had originally waded through the water froze for a moment, and the next instant they frantically tried to retreat, only to find they too could no longer move.

In an instant, all five were trapped.

“Save me!”

Yuan Xin, having fallen on the outskirts of the blood pool, desperately looked towards Ji Liushuang who was still onshore.

He could already feel the sensation around his wounds rapidly fading, the fear of death swiftly enveloping his heart. In the corner of his eye, he saw Huang Zhaoyan completely submerged by the liquid.

…

Watching the tragic scene unfold before her, Ji Liushuang who had narrowly escaped death, felt weak in her hands and feet, her heart pounding wildly.

She couldn’t help but look back at Fu Qian in the blood pool.

His words were hinting at me!

He had everything planned out in advance, even anticipating this scenario!

Everyone’s reactions were within his expectations!

As the people in the pool began to fall one by one, listening to the wails of the crowd, Ji Liushuang’s heart softened, intending to rescue them.

“If you don’t understand something, you shouldn’t do it.”

But the words of Fu Qian surged in her mind once more, leading her to ultimately turn her head away.

In the blood pool, Fu Qian glanced over only to shift his gaze away immediately.

He had not the slightest sympathy for these people.

There’s no cure for idiocy!

It’s true that humans have a survival instinct and it’s understandable to do whatever it takes to live, but that doesn’t mean you can do so without thinking.

Not understanding the true logic, blindly imitating is tantamount to gambling with your life.

What makes you think that just because these things on the periphery didn’t react to me, they would not strike at you?

At this time, he had already used Visceral Critical Strike three times in quick succession on Feng Yunhong, causing the latter to bleed profusely.

Yet, this only served to delay Feng Yunhong’s regeneration.

As proven, he was right; as long as he was in here, his health was infinite.

Go to hell!

By now, Feng Yunhong had gradually regained his mobility, and his counterattack followed.

Squeezing Fu Qian’s neck with insane force, Fu Qian felt a crunch sound as the bones in his neck turned to a mess.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the surging qi and blood in his body repaired the bones.

It’s a pity, I seem to have infinite health as well.

This feeling is truly magical!

However, Feng Yunhong’s absorption rate was obviously still far superior to his own, which definitely wouldn’t work in the long run.

Fu Qian thought for a moment, then the fourth Visceral Critical Strike changed direction, stabbing into his own body.

Boom!

It felt like his body was hollowed out.

The indescribable agony hit him, and Fu Qian’s body paused momentarily.

Feng Yunhong paused briefly, then began laughing heartily.

“You want to put an end to your suffering with suicide? Keep dreaming! Now, even death is not up to you!”

“You don’t know shit.”

Fu Qian snorted.

“This is called the Desperate Vengeance Strike—”

The next moment, the massive wound on his body crazily tore through his surroundings, forming a true gaping maw of blood.

This scene seemed all too familiar!

Fu Qian let out a sigh and swallowed everything around him in one gulp.

The fresh blood nearby was directly halved.

“You’re insane!”

Feng Yunhong was both shocked and furious.

“You can’t digest it like this, you’ll only blow up and die, it won’t be long before you’re finished!”

“No need to remind me, I’m already feeling it.”

Fu Qian grimaced in agony.

Unlike before, when he absorbed through the wound, this time he swallowed it whole, instantly filling his body with chaotic blood flow, and his head was bombarded with countless noise.

“But that’s not important…”

He squeezed out a smile at Feng Yunhong.

To triumph as the underdog, one needs to be adept at using every advantage they have.

For instance, the phrase “before long”—

It means nothing to me!

I couldn’t care less about what’s going to happen to me then.

But you can’t afford that!

Enduring the pain that felt like his body was about to burst, Fu Qian swallowed another large mouthful of fresh blood under Feng Yunhong’s horrified gaze.

He was also busy with his hands, delivering another Visceral Critical Strike to him.

As one waned, the other waxed, causing Feng Yunhong’s condition to decline swiftly.

“You… madman!”

In the end, amidst Feng Yunhong’s desperate curses, Fu Qian’s final Visceral Critical Strike reverted him back to a blood form.

No—

Feng Yunhong only managed to get halfway through his scream before being swallowed whole by Fu Qian.

It was over.

Fu Qian slumped to the ground, the remaining trickle of blood continuously entering his body, mending his wounds, and even reattaching his severed arm and fingers.

Of course, that was just on the surface. Inside, his chaotic blood was almost out of control, forcefully surging in all directions by instinct, making him feel as if his body was swelling up and ready to explode any second.

But that was enough.

Even if internally he was a mess, Fu Qian could still feel his state more exaggerated than ever before, his life force stronger than Li Weixuan’s had been.

He could even feel his very existence being rejected, the space around him becoming viscous.

Indeed, a strength built solely on blood energy had surpassed the limits of the crucible.

Next, all he needed to do was to reach the barrier to verify if his thoughts were correct.

With his body parts grossly out of sync, Fu Qian struggled to his feet.

Hahaha!

Just as he was about to set off, a voice laughed wildly in his ear.

Yes, quite literally in his ear.

Fu Qian could distinctly feel a mouth had formed under his left ear, emitting Feng Yunhong’s voice.

“You maniac, you’ll never be able to eradicate me!”

“All I need to do is wait for you to explode and restart the rebirthing process, while you will soon completely perish, body and soul!”

Not just him, dozens of deranged voices laughed from all over his body.

There were men and women, likely those Transcendents who had been devoured by Feng Yunhong.

My rash swallowing act seemed to have improved their condition considerably.

It seems residing in this form for too long does indeed affect one’s mind!

“Alright, I’ve got it, you don’t need to repeat yourself so many times.”

Fu Qian said wearily.

“What if I make it out of the barrier in the meantime?”

…

Instantly, both Feng Yunhong’s voice and the voices in his mind fell silent.

“So, we would all perish together, wouldn’t we?”

Fu Qian walked on, laughing.

“That really would be wonderful!”