Chapter 718: Soldier Of War, Jing Jiu

Chapter 718: Soldier Of War, Jing Jiu

The blue light was indescribably swift. So fast that it moved as fast as light itself, so there was no way a mortal cultivator could ever react in time. The human archer had a smirk of victory as he was washed by the blue light, unharmed. His eyes observed Wei Wuyin's figure melt before the light, allowing him to feel relief in his heart.

The light only lasted for a few seconds before vanishing abruptly, revealing only the human archer in his kneeling state. After a quick breath, he hurriedly shouted out: "Return!" While he had outsourced to elites, he had, after all, hired elites to protect him.

Those that ran in horror earlier seemed to have expected this development, arriving back towards the human archer with faint smiles on their faces. One of the male soldiers brandished his sword, chuckling all the while. "Li Bing, you were quite fast in your retreat. I almost believed you actually fled like a coward, pissing yourself."

The female that ran first coldly snorted, wielding a spear with two bladed sides. She didn't deign to respond.

Seeing the cold expression and attitude of Li Bing, the male human soldier chortled.

"Sir, shall we move?" Another soldier asked, inspecting the surroundings. While the Spiritualist had cleared out most enemies with his presence, there was bound to be more enemy soldiers flooding their way soon. At least, he thought so.

"Move? Why would we move? No squad would dare challenge us, especially after he slayed a Spiritualist." The sword-wielding soldier scoffed. To him, this was the safest place for them to rest in this chaotic battlefield, a rare moment to gain rest.

The soldier that had asked the question ignored the sword-wielding soldier, turning to await their Squad Leader's response.

Jing Jiu, formerly referred to as the human archer, coughed a little as he looked around. The other soldiers of either race were giving them a wide berth. He shook his head after witnessing their reactions and considering his current state, "Gu Yuan is correct. We'll rest for a few minutes here, then we'll regroup with the others." After saying this, he brought out a jade bottle from his armor. It contained three pills that were beyond the mortal-rank. He rolled one of the pills out and was about to consume it.

The female soldier glanced and felt envy. In fact, they all did. Who had enough wealth to afford Mystic-Earth grade energy recovery products? Only such products would be useful to Starlords like them in such a rapid environment like the Battlefield.

"You have so many mystic-graded items, pills, bow, arrows, and talismans—quite wealthy, aren't we?" A voice abruptly resounded within the group's defensive formation. The expressions of every last one of them changed, turning to see a grey-scaled, winged figure standing directly before Jing Jiu, entirely unharmed!

Their eyes widened and their minds exploded with horror as a surging spiritual strength erupted that envelope them all, stifling their breaths and seizing their spirits. Such tremendous spiritual strength!

To have something invade your mind, it was a horrifying, harrowing experience, and he couldn't even resist it at all. He tried, oh boy did he try, but his mind seemed to have been severed from his spirit and body, even that strange will within him went totally silent. Unable to communicate with it, he was left alone for the first time in his entire life with nothing to rely on.

His originally handsome countenance was no longer like how it once was, his eyes had popped several blood vessels and became entirely crimson, while tears of blood streamed down his cheeks.

'Is this how it felt to die?'

His thoughts were unfathomably clear at this moment as he felt a weakness envelop him. When that feeling of death overtook him, he felt an urge to beg the heavens, earths, divinities, gods, ghosts, and even devils for salvation. An act he swore he'd never do before, acquiescing to another being. Yet...it was what he wanted the most.

Before death, all his pride and confidence was like ash in his mouth.

He still hadn't told her his truest feelings.

He still hadn't killed that person he swore.

He still hadn't solved that mystery.

So many unresolved regrets remained.

He never thought that he would die here...not here...

Psuush!

The soul-shivering sound of skull, brain, and blood being crushed into pulp resounded, leaving behind a half-headed corpse that went totally limp, falling to the ground in a lifeless manner. Even the thud felt muted, as if it fell on a bed of its lingering regrets.

Wei Wuyin's expression was incredibly dark as he shook the bits of blood and flesh off his scales, looking not at the corpse of Jing Jiu, or the Ascended aura that was currently going berserk, but at the murky sky with his closed eyes.

OOOOM!

"So he was a Blessed after all..." Was all he could think about before the world darkened and all things beneath the heavens once again froze.