CHAPTER 300: CHAPTER 162: THE POWER OF ANGELS

The Phoenix stomped its foot angrily and bit down on its silver teeth, saying, "Despicable creature, you actually brewed Beast’s Qi Energy while I wasn’t paying attention? Really cunning, but why was there no sign before his skill was released?"

Su Chen was like a wounded lone wolf, clutching his bleeding heart, staggering and fleeing. His steps stumbled, and the blood flowed like a broken thread, scattering and gushing.

The night was deep, the surroundings filled with cold winds, and who knows how many pairs of eerie bright eyes were hidden in the dark dense forest. Yet when they smelled the bloody aura on Su Chen, they abandoned any thought of taking advantage.

The night wind blew, a few leaves drifted down sparsely in the forest, all that remained were Su Chen’s urgent footsteps and heavy breathing, echoing endlessly.

The Cloud Leopard Spirit Pearl was gripped tightly in his palm, soaked in blood. Desperate and sprinting, Su Chen was completely unaware that his blood was continually seeping into the Spirit Pearl, stirring up a whirlwind of energy inside! At the same time, the dark red sphere within him was quietly releasing some mysterious aura, slowly creeping to his wound, miraculously repairing it at an extremely slow pace.

Blurred, deprived of oxygen, weary—these were the sensations Su Chen felt now. His running legs gradually lost strength, becoming feeble; his vision was dark, unable even to see the path beneath his feet; his body was exhausted, as if stopping would lead to unconsciousness and death. But he dared not close his eyes or fall down, fearing he would never see the dawn again, and fearing to leave a world filled with countless enchanting wonders.

Father, Mother, Master, Mistress, and Senior Sister—all these loved ones and friends awaited his return. How could he give up so easily? Even if life held only one last breath and beliefs remained just a single spark, he must persist and not disappoint those who had expectations of him...

Su Chen clenched his teeth, enduring the severe pain, suppressing the tremors from all over his body, stumbling and running. In the night, his breaths were so clear, carrying a belief of despair yet determination, drifting through the dense forest. No one knew that a spotted saber-toothed tiger had leapt down lightly from a large tree, its ferocious eyes already locked onto Su Chen’s weakened body!

Suddenly, the saber-toothed tiger gave a muffled roar, its strong limbs ground fiercely against the earth, leaping high and charging toward Su Chen’s back!

Near death, Su Chen’s perception plummeted, unable to sense the threat behind him, still running with scattered focus, struggling forward as the saber-toothed tiger was about to tear him apart. Su Chen’s blood-drenched Cloud Leopard Spirit Pearl suddenly emitted a low hum!

A ripple of black spread visibly, then as if something ignited the space, waves of black flame erupted instantly!

The saber-toothed tiger had no time to stop and slammed into the outermost layer of black flame. Before its fur touched the fire, sizzles echoed in the air, turning pitch black immediately. When its body entered, it was wounded by the corrosive power of the flames, swiftly dissolving mid-air, its flesh blurring instantly...

Agonized roars echoed from the dense forest, the mighty and powerful level-three spirit beast saber-toothed tiger turned into a pool of blood on the ground in an instant. Su Chen, however, did not turn back because he saw a patch of moonlight ahead. That seemed to be the end of the dense forest...

Poof!

Through the branches ahead, instead of finding freedom, he horrifiedly fell from an unknown height! Su Chen’s heart turned to ashes, he glanced back one last time, showed a bitter smile, and finally succumbed to unconsciousness.

Among the dense forest, a few black crows cawed as they took flight, a few scattered feathers slowly falling beside the pool of blood. Dusk gathered, between heaven and earth, seemingly only a beam of moonlight remained, illuminating the vast shadow at the foot of the mountain. ...

Uncertain how much time passed, a faint dawn light appeared at the horizon. Morning breeze brushed by, dislodging a drop of crystal dew from a tree. The dew fell leisurely, making a soft and crisp sound.

At the foot of Sunshine Mountain, among the overgrown weeds, exposed a face shrouded in blood mist. That sweet drop of dew spread over the face, as if blood-red flowers were blooming. As the tongue licked over it, the face’s owner let out a muffled groan, slowly, painstakingly opening his eyes.

In the blurry vision, the outline of overgrown weeds slowly emerged, slender and swaying with the wind, like a woman’s willow waist. Looking ahead, a grey cliff stretched out, the top unseen. In the farthest view, apart from a few scattered lush trees, was a cave.

Su Chen moved his legs, his mouth twitched, the pain unbearable, forcing him to stay still, daring not do any move. But astonishingly, his entire body felt like burning flames, except his heart seemed not to hurt as much. He clearly remembered being stabbed by Phoenix, breathing was difficult, head dizzy—why did he seem healed now?

Could it be he had already reached the underworld, but he hadn’t realized it yet?