CHAPTER 26: CHAPTER 26 ALTAR

Chu Feng was genuinely surprised when he safely arrived at the altar’s location, as there had been no unexpected incidents on the way. Looking at the stone table carved with bizarre symbols before him, and the blond boy upon it, Chu Feng’s eyes suddenly lit up.

It seemed that the boy on the stone table must be Mr. Mancini’s son. Twenty million US dollars was within arm’s reach!

Countless white candles burned around the altar. Bathed in their glow, a massive, bizarre array on the ground came into Chu Feng’s view. Looking at the twisted, bizarre symbols on it, a piece of information from the ’Hunter Record’ abruptly surfaced in his mind.

An Evil Spirit Descending Array! Its purpose was to break the barriers between planes and allow an Evil Spirit to descend.

But the number of sacrifices doesn’t add up! And why is it specifically Mr. Mancini’s son?

Looking at the strange sacrificial scene before him, Chu Feng furrowed his brow, utterly puzzled.

To connect two planes with just the power of sacrificing a child was pure fantasy!

He hadn’t seen any other sacrifices in the spacious underground parking lot. This was truly bizarre.

After scanning the area, Chu Feng’s suspicious gaze returned to the boy on the altar. A bold idea formed in his mind.

Unless he’s not the sacrifice, but the vessel for the descent! But then, what exactly is the sacrifice?

Shaking his head, Chu Feng didn’t have the time to worry about where the real sacrifice was. Rescuing his employer’s son was his primary objective. Saving his employer’s child was the top priority; everything else could be dealt with later.

Having figured it all out, Chu Feng immediately dashed toward the altar.

"The descent ceremony of the great Evil God must not be disrupted!"

Just as Chu Feng was about to approach the altar, accompanied by an angry roar, a cloud of black smoke, as tangible as a physical object, struck Chu Feng and sent him flying.

"’You sneaky bastard! You ambushed me!’"

Chu Feng got up from the ground, painfully rubbing his chest. He had been attacked so suddenly that he hadn’t had time to use the Golden Light Spell, and his physical defenses were still somewhat lacking.

Huh? How come he’s not dead?

From behind the altar, a Caucasian man dressed in a black robe, his face painted with ghastly symbols, walked out, looking surprised.

I knew you were in this godforsaken place!

As the pain in his chest gradually subsided, Chu Feng recalled the black mist that had attacked him. That familiar appearance immediately told him that the person before him was the one who had absconded with the cockroach Evil Spirit.

A layer of golden light enveloped him. Now empowered by the Golden Light Spell, his strength greatly increased, Chu Feng didn’t hesitate and charged at the man before him.

A shotgun was naturally not an option. After all, the man in the robe stood next to the altar, and his employer’s son couldn’t withstand the spray of shotgun pellets.

In almost an instant, Chu Feng reached the man in the black robe.

With a thought, the icon of the skill he had just acquired on the system panel lit up.

Demon-breaking Fist!

A surge of Spiritual Power instantly coiled around Chu Feng’s fist.

As his fist, big as a sandbag, was about to land, the man in the robe, who hadn’t moved from his spot, showed no signs of panic. With a light flick of his finger, a cloud of black mist instantly appeared before him. The tangible black mist directly struck Chu Feng, who had already swung his fist.

The man had expected Chu Feng to be sent flying, just like before. Unexpectedly, a hazy golden light flashed across Chu Feng’s body. The black mist immediately dispersed and vanished, yet it hadn’t caused Chu Feng any harm. On the spot where the black mist had hit him, Chu Feng only felt the slightest sensation of being touched!

How can this be?

The astonished man in a black robe only had time to shout out that phrase before he was sent flying by Chu Feng’s punch. The man’s body flew backward, only stopping after hitting a concrete column in the parking lot.

By some unknown method, the black-robed man, despite being struck with Chu Feng’s full strength, merely spat out a mouthful of black blood and didn’t die instantly!

You damn thing! Your shell is surprisingly tough! Seeing that the black-robed man hadn’t died, Chu Feng was quite surprised.

"I possess Divine Power bestowed by the great Evil God! You alone cannot kill me... COUGH, COUGH! PUH!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the man coughed up another mouthful of pitch-black blood.

"Hmph. Seems the Divine Power your great Evil God gave you isn’t all that impressive!"

Facing Chu Feng’s mockery, the man in the black robe fell silent. He merely stared at Chu Feng with the eyes of one looking at a dead man, a bizarre smile even playing on the corner of his mouth.

This was the first time someone had looked at him with that kind of gaze, and Chu Feng’s face immediately darkened.

I don’t like that look in your eyes!

An AA-12 shotgun instantly appeared in Chu Feng’s hands.

BANG!

After the gunshot, the man in the black robe fell straight to the ground. A pool of ink-black blood spread beneath him. Chu Feng nodded with satisfaction.

Now, that black-robed man with the unfriendly gaze should never be able to open his eyes again!

Just as the man in the black robe died, an Evil Spirit covered in bizarre symbols abruptly appeared in midair. He was covered in a faint white glow and gently bowed to Chu Feng.

"Thank you, Mr. Exorcist!"

After the sincere words of gratitude, this Evil Spirit, who had endured countless torments, began to slowly disintegrate, eventually vanishing into thin air.

Although I don’t know if there’s an afterlife, I still hope that you won’t suffer in your next life. Murmuring a blessing toward the direction where the Evil Spirit disappeared, Chu Feng couldn’t help but sigh. Sometimes, the suffering people endure is mostly inflicted by their own kind!

"Right, there’s you too!"

A flash of red light on the ground caught Chu Feng’s attention. Chu Feng looked down at the ground beneath his feet. The twisted symbols, illuminated by the candlelight, flickered intermittently with a faint red glow, appearing exceptionally bizarre.

Chu Feng immediately aimed the shotgun at the Evil Spirit Array on the ground and pulled the trigger.

Amidst the continuous roar of the shotgun, the bizarre symbols on the ground, along with flying chunks of concrete, scattered rapidly in all directions.

As each bizarre symbol was thoroughly obliterated, the entire Array gradually lost its eerie aura, and the bizarre red light naturally ceased to appear.

Just as Chu Feng’s finger stopped pulling the trigger, the blond boy on the altar, who had been as still as if asleep, suddenly sat up. "Who is it?!" he roared, his voice utterly inhuman.

The Hell Evil Spirit, whose summoning ritual had been interrupted, was now extremely angry. The vessel its followers had found was perfect, possessing an unexpectedly high compatibility with itself. Having such a perfect container made descending onto the human plane seem effortlessly simple.

Never did it expect that no sooner had the summoning begun than it was interrupted, allowing only a very small part of its Spiritual Body to come through.

Chu Feng now stared gravely at the blond boy on the altar. The boy’s blackened eyelids, encasing blood-red eyes, and his protruding fangs were enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.

An Evil Spirit from the Hell dimension?

Sensing the dense Hell-ish aura emanating from the boy’s body, Chu Feng suddenly realized, These twenty million US dollars were indeed not easy to earn!