Chapter 540: Quick Evolution

Chapter 540: Quick Evolution

Boom!

Lithe Snake’s right arm blew up, the fire blazing and emitting thick rolling smoke. The crimson force field shrouding everyone disappeared for a moment.

Lithe Snake held on the stump of his arm as blood gushed out, his face pale.

Nine Frost ran up to him and administered his shoulder with a shot of Medicine C without delay. He turned to the explosion not far from him. “Is it dead?”

“Of course not. The fight is only starting.”

War Tiger narrowed his eyes slightly and tightened his grip around his weapon rather than loosened it. Since Gao Yang’s Fire could hurt the little abomination, Lithe Snake’s Self-Detonate naturally could, too. However, it would be naive to think that a medium-level explosive would be able to kill the evil spawn of a life monster.

“What is it?” Nine Frost frowned.

“Don’t know,” War Tiger said in a grave tone. “Should be one of the three children painted on the obelisk. Can’t tell which for certain. It doesn’t seem like any of them.”

“Should be the third one, but it mutated after death,” Qing Ling guessed.

“Likely so.”

They thought similarly.

First off, it must not be a Forlorn Ghost. It was stronger than a Spectre, for one, and it didn’t have the signature silver hair and red eyes.

Moreover, Spectres grew up in a similar way as a human, while this monster’s quick evolution during fight didn’t make any logical sense. Vissit novelbin(.)c.om for updates

It was unlikely to be the child in the second mural, either. That child radiated golden light, looking holy and friendly.

The little abomination seemed most similar in temperament to the child consisting of black lines on the fourth mural: evil, angry, and resentful of everything.

Gao Yang scowled, hearing another warning in his head.

[Luck acquisition increases to 10000.]

“Here it comes!” he shouted.

Ring.

Whoosh!

At the price of tearing the muscles in his waist, War Tiger twisted his body suddenly in the air, making a beautiful slash with his Green Dog Demon Blade and decapitating the little abomination.

War Tiger landed a few meters away, tumbling twice before picking himself up unsteadily. He held onto his side, grimacing. “Ow, ow ow...”

Seizing the opening, Gao Yang teleported to the target the moment War Tiger decapitated it.

“Fire Punch!”

He didn’t dare to get too close, so he threw a punch at the little abomination’s chest from half a meter away. Although his energy was stuttering inside him, he still managed to shoot out a fierce torrent of flames.

The flames should’ve devoured the little abomination, but the blazing torrent became askew and only burned half of its body, which was to be expected. Under the influence of the crimson force field, Gao Yang’s arm might as well be melting playdough. His accuracy was compromised significantly.

The little abomination still took serious damage. It quickly jumped out of the fire and soared into the air. All the while, the head it lost flew back to its neck.

It stayed in the air, keeping a safe distance from them. With its arms and legs tucked in, it balled up and reeled in the crimson force field in a defensive stance.

Gao Yang and War Tiger suddenly felt as light as a swallow, recovering their prime condition.

“Ugh...ugh...”

Hovering above the court, the little abomination made quiet sounds that could be groans or sobs.

Gao Yang and War Tiger didn’t approach immediately. The crimson force field around the little abomination was too dense, and War Tiger had experienced what it could do.

...

On the other side of the court, Qing Ling, Lithe Snake, and Nine Frost were fighting the little abomination’s other duplicate.

Now with only one arm, Lithe Snake threw a throwing knife in an attempt to occupy and pin down the little abomination, while Qing Ling did the same with her Black Gold darts. Their efforts weren’t too effective due to the disturbance of the crimson force field, however.

The little abomination took the offensive, transforming its right hand into a two-meter long crimson spear and thrusting it at Qing Ling’s forehead.

Qing Ling dodged it by a hair with a sidestep. At the same time, she swung her two blades upward to cut the crimson spear into three pieces.

That, however, was a feint from the abomination. Its other hand had turned into a crimson whip at some point, and it was just about to grapple Qing Ling’s waist.

Qing Ling was caught off guard, but she didn’t panic at all.