The Blade-Wielding Legend

Even more fatal, that terrifying aura, like a bone-eating maggot, was getting closer and closer!

"Hah... hah..."

A non-human, phlegm-choked wheezing sound came from behind in the wind and snow.

Li Yan turned his head abruptly, his pupils contracting.

He saw a figure "sliding" across the snow in an unnatural manner.

The speed was so fast that it left a trail of afterimages.

At the final moment of breaking through, he was still discovered by those Evil Gods, who came to pursue and kill.

It was a Japanese expert completely possessed by the local Plague God of Goryeo!

His samurai clothes were already tattered, and his exposed skin was covered with festering sores oozing yellow-green pus, some even revealing pale white bones.

His entire face was swollen and distorted, features misplaced, eyes cloudy and yellowed, locked intently onto Li Yan.

The overwhelming, nauseating stench of decay came crashing in from a hundred paces away, making Li Yan’s head spin, his blood churn, and waves of feverish weakness assault his will.

Plague God! This was the manifestation of the Plague God!

It had no physical form and could only attach to living beings, turning its host into a living source of plague and despair!

It did not speak, yet its aura, filled with disease and death, pricked at Li Yan’s Divine Soul like invisible needles—decaying villages, wailing refugees, mountains of corpses, family members tearing each other apart in despair...

These scenes frenziedly attacked his mental defenses.

Can’t stop! Across the river is Great Xuan!

Li Yan bit his tongue hard, the intense pain and salty blood reviving his spirit.

The Daluo Dharma Body operated at full strength, a faint, nearly invisible golden light emanating from his body, barely resisting the pervasive viral erosion and mental invasion.

With a fierce squeeze of the horse’s belly, the warhorse cried out in pain and mustered its last strength to dash toward the frozen great river marking the national boundary, which was faintly visible through the wind and snow!

A few miles!

A distance that on ordinary days would be covered in moments now seemed like a chasm!

"Hah—!"

The creature possessed by the Plague God let out a shrill whine, its speed surging once more!

It seemed to have seen through Li Yan’s intent, as yellow-green fog gushed crazily from every sore on its body, rolling and expanding like a living thing, transforming instantly into a cloud of miasma that blotted out the sky, filled with nauseating stench and a buzz of tiny plague insects, enveloping Li Yan overhead.

The storm whipped up this deadly poisonous fog, forming a massive constricting vortex, completely consuming Li Yan and his horse!

"Ugh—!"

Li Yan felt his vision blacken, as if he had suddenly fallen into a rotting quagmire.

Contact with the mist brought a burning pain, followed by bone-deep cold and numbness. His lungs felt stuffed with scalding charcoal and ice shards, each breath bringing searing pain and the suffocating sensation of phlegm blockage.

A high fever swept through him like a raging fire, instantly draining the strength from his limbs, making lifting a finger incredibly difficult.

The Daluo Dharma Body rapidly repaired itself, but the power of the Plague God continued relentlessly.

His consciousness quickly blurred and dissipated like receding tides, his heavy eyelids uncontrollably trying to close.

All Li Yan could hear were the terrifying, greedy, and destructive thoughts of the Plague God howling madly in his ears.

It craved Li Yan’s body, tempered by Gang Qi and possessing immense spiritual power, as a more perfect plague incubator and vessel for its descent!

At this moment, Li Yan’s entire body was drained of Thunder Astral and Gang Qi, with no strength left to resist.

’Is it over...’ A despairing thought flashed through Li Yan’s chaotic mind.

No!

He couldn’t die here!

He summoned the last bit of clarity and fierceness.

He no longer tried to reach out to the Yin Bureau blocked by the Great Array, but instead, he poured every remaining ounce of his spiritual power, along with the last blood from his heart, frantically into the Hook Paper!

Buzz——!

The Hook Paper vibrated sharply!

This time, it did not respond to the summons of the Yin Bureau.

Instead, the crack accidentally generated by the Yin Changsheng Jade Pendant, connecting to the unknown void of the Daluo Law Realm, was violently torn open by this desperate force!

An indescribable, cold and deathly force instantly surged out from the Hook Paper!

This force was formless and intangible, yet it carried a chillingly terrifying aura!

Like a giant maw from the abyss of the universe, it spread fiercely and domineeringly in all directions.

"Hiss——!!!"

The creature possessed by the Plague God let out its first sharp, twisted screech!

It was not the sound of vocal cords vibrating, but a mental collapse directly impacting the level of the Divine Soul!

It instinctively tried to break free, to flee, but the void force from the Hook Paper’s crack appeared as its high-dimensional nemesis!

The rolling yellow-green mist, like snow meeting boiling oil, was devoured and consumed by the invisible "void" at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The divine power of plague, Evil God thoughts, malicious curses contained within the mist were instantly disintegrated, assimilated, and returned to utter annihilation upon contact with that force!

The Plague God’s source, possessing the Japanese Samurai, let out a wail of despair.

It wanted to abandon this pustule-ridden body and escape, but the devouring force locked firmly onto its source.

In just a few breaths, the terrifying plague and poison miasma covering dozens of feet, along with the Plague God’s will contained within, were completely absorbed, leaving not a trace!

The wind still howled.

The snow still fell.

The world seemed to have been muted.

Only Li Yan lay there alone on the snowfield, which moments before had been roiling with death miasma.

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