Chapter 113!
Chapter 113 – Robbing the Chance!
Zhao Yi had been staring at the male lead.
When the altar started to unleash, Zhao Yi was the first to notice.
“Quickly, fetch Prince Zhi back!”
Behind Zhao Yi, several Saint King realms heard the order and flew towards the altar at the same time.
They were extremely fast, and in almost the blink of an eye, they were already above the altar.
As fast as they were, the altar was even faster.
The few guards had just flown out when the altar began to tremble.
Zhao Yi’s expression was grave as he looked at the few guards, not daring to have a hint of relaxation on his face.
Zhao Yi was well aware of the difference between Divine Sense Space and reality.
Ten or a hundred breaths of time passed inside the Divine Sense Space, but for reality, it was just an instant.
Whether it was the “spirit” of the altar that had taken over the hero’s consciousness, or the hero controlling the “spirit” of the altar, it could all be done in an instant.
The guards had only a breath of time at most!
Just then, the male master spoke.
His neck was still being pinched by Yao Su, and he spoke breathlessly, but Zhao Yi could hear him clearly.
“Hurry, I can’t suppress it for too long!”
The male lead said this without a clue, but Zhao Yi understood it.
The male lead had succeeded.
Just like Zhao Yi was sure of.
The male lead really did memorize the location of all the wounds on Yao Su’s body within two breaths.
And he also understood the meaning of Zhao Yi’s words.
In an instant, the reorganization of all the wounds was completed in his mind.
Then, the “spirit” of the altar appeared.
Zhao Yi didn’t know what happened between the hero and the altar spirit.
However, he could tell from the fact that the hero was still conscious.
The altar spirit didn’t seem to have any intention of killing the hero.
The hero could influence the altar spirit and even control him for a period of time.
The hero heard Zhao Yi’s words to retrieve the body of Prince Zhi and was buying time for him.
“This is changing the golden finger again!”
Zhao Yi thought of the Thousand Hands Evil God in his mind, the “spirit” that had targeted Zhao Yi’s soul as soon as it appeared and was going to eat him as a sacrifice!
Compared to the treatment of the male lead, Zhao Yi couldn’t help but shed a bitter tear.
Under the male lead’s suppression, the altar only shook a few times and then calmed down.
Soon, a few guards retrieved Prince Zhi’s corpse.
Zhao Yi was instantly relieved, then asked them to escort Prince Zhi’s body back to Shengjing City immediately.
Zhao Yi had just seen that Prince Zhi’s corpse was placed at the center of the altar.
Judging from the hero’s reaction, Prince Zhi should be very important to that altar.
Zhao Yi guessed that Prince Zhi was probably an important piece of the puzzle in the sacrifice of the “spirit” of the altar.
When Prince of Wisdom left, the “spirit” in the hero’s consciousness would also be broken, and would pose no threat to Zhao Yi.
Soon, Zhao Yi confirmed his suspicions.
After the Prince of Wisdom’s body was taken away, the male lead could not suppress the “spirit”, and the altar suddenly began to tremble violently.
The altar covered a huge area, and when it began to tremble, the entire island instantly collapsed, flying sand and stones, looking like an earthquake.
Zhao Yi didn’t pay attention to the movements of the altar, his eyes were always on the male lead.
Although the male lead was still being choked by Yao Su, he didn’t feel suffocated anymore.
The bruised face that was suffocated because of suffocation returned to normal, and the oxygen-deprived and blood-filled eyes also changed, the original black and white eyes completely turned pitch black.
The black pupils exuded an evil aura, empty and bottomless, the other side of the eyes seemed to be connected to an endless abyss.
In the evil and bizarre abyss, there were faint sounds of prayers and supplications coming from it, which were obviously grandiose chanting sounds, but they sounded like the cries of severe ghosts, making people’s bones creepy and shivering.
This is not the most bizarre.
The most bizarre thing was.
On Yao Su’s body, those wounds of different lengths, new and old, as if they were alive, like maggots, wriggled and slowly crawled onto the male lead’s body.
The male lead’s breath instantly skyrocketed!
Fourth Order Clutch Realm, Fifth Order True Origin Realm, Sixth Order Divine Journey Realm, Seventh Order Transcendent Realm, Eighth Order Sacred Realm, Ninth Order Saint King Realm!
Zhao Yi’s eyes widened and his chicken turned purple with envy!
This was the dream he had always had.
Good news: the dream came true!
Bad news: the person who realized it wasn’t him!
Zhao Yi had always had a grand dream ever since he decided to start cultivating.
One step to break the barrier, two steps to harden his body, and three steps straight into the Ninth Order Saint King Realm.
Then, ruthlessly slapping Myriad Sound Realist in the face!
Zhao Yi had been dreaming for so long, but up until now, he hadn’t even taken the first step.
He originally thought that it was simply impossible.
As a result, the male lead directly punched him in the face.
Zhao Yi clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in hatred.
Why is it so bad?
There were many ways to insult people, there was no need to specialize in the kind that hurt the most!
Yao Su had no more wounds on his body, and his breath began to drop rapidly.
Although the ninth stage Saint King realm remained unchanged, her spirit was much weaker, as if her body had been emptied.
After the blood scars disappeared, Yao Su’s exquisite figure was revealed.
Zhao Yi carefully swept it a few times with a scrutinizing and critical gaze and nodded appreciatively.
Yao Su came from a background of practicing charm power, and her looks and figure were naturally unrivaled.
Unlike Yao Qing’s sultriness, Yao Su’s expression was cold and her gaze was icy, with the meaning of rejecting people.
Zhao Yi finally understood where the ascetic aura on the male lead came from.
After Yao Su realized that the wounds on her body were gone, her first reaction was not to cover up her shame, but to be shocked and flustered.
Although the thin veil on Yao Su couldn’t even cover the key spots, she seemed to be more concerned about the wounds that appeared on the male lead’s body.
“What did you do?”
Yao Su loosened her grip on the male lead’s neck and viciously scratched at the wounds on the male lead’s body that were still dripping blood.
“What the hell did you do?”
“Give it back to me, quickly give Him back to me!”
“I can’t lose Him, I can’t lose Him!”
The male lead folded his hands together and recited a Buddha’s name under his breath.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
His body was covered in wounds, and the additional wounds were still bleeding, quickly staining the moon white monk’s robe red, looking like an ascetic who had been through a lot of trials and tribulations.
Hiss!
It wasn’t just Yao Su who had exerted himself too much, the quality of the difficult monk’s robe was too poor.
Yao Su gently tugged, and the monk’s robe was torn through a large opening, and the male master’s inside blasphemy was exposed.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding forbidden soldiers couldn’t help but, boom, laugh out loud.
The male master’s face instantly turned red.
He was still young after all.
Although he had the experience of having his clothes torn in public once, but being ridiculed by so many people, the male lead’s face still couldn’t hang on, and his mind directly broke down.
“Amitabha!”
The aura of the Ninth Order Saint King Realm erupted from the male lead’s body, pushing Yao Su out.
With a dark face, he reached out towards the huge altar.
The altar that was originally constantly trembling directly flew up, then continuously became smaller and smaller, and finally became into a shape the size of a millstone.
The altar was covered with bizarre black inscriptions.
It stood silently in the void, emitting an evil and terrifying aura.
Seeing this, Yao Su suddenly realized something and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed towards the altar without stopping.
“Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me.”
The male lord glanced at Yao Su and then back at Zhao Yi, his face changing.
He knew Zhao Yi wouldn’t spare anyone on the island.
If he left Yao Su here, it would definitely be hard to escape death in the end!
In the end, the male lead gritted his teeth and grabbed Yao Su’s arm to pull her up, then leapt to the altar and turned into a stream of light flying towards the outside of the lonely island.
Although Yao Su joined hands with the “spirit” to kill Prince Zhi, but after all, she is his real mother, the male lead can not just sit back and watch her being killed by Zhao Yi and not care about it.
“Don’t chase after the poor enemy!” Zhao Yi stopped Zuo Xiaoluo.
The male lead’s cultivation had broken through the ninth stage of the Saint King realm, and he had also obtained the “spirit” of the altar, so if he was forced to stay behind, the forbidden army would definitely suffer heavy deaths and injuries.
Moreover, Zhao Yi had already gotten what he wanted from the male lead.
Zhao Yi still needed to further observe the movements of the “spirit” based on the changes in the male lead.
It was more important for the male lead to be alive than dead.
After seeing the male lead step on the altar and leave, Zhao Yi turned around and ordered:
“Dig three feet into the ground and leave no dogs or chickens behind!”
Boom!
The moment these words came out, all the forbidden soldiers answered in unison.
“Obey the order!”
When everyone had started searching, Zhao Yi commanded Zuo Xiaoluo again:
“The Four Seas Chamber of Commerce has sacrificed the Evil God, it’s a great offense!”
“The Evil God is treacherous and cannot be prevented.”
“Take away everything on the island, don’t let anything out of the ordinary go!”
Zuo Xiaoluo clasped his fists and led the order, and then went to supervise the battle with his subordinate escorts.
Miaoyin Makoto came from the side, stood at Zhao Yi’s side, and said in a voice that only two people could hear, “You’re looking for something?”
Zhao Yi knew that he couldn’t hide it from her and nodded gently.
If Zhao Yi hadn’t guessed wrongly, there should be another statue of the Thousand Hands on the island that was similar to an altar!
The Thousand Hands and the altar should be the two “spirits” of offense and defense.
This was the chance given to the male lead by the will of the plot.
Since the hero only took the altar, then the Thousand Hands would be Zhao Yi’s!
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