Han Sen was horrified. He tried to dodge the attacks from Lin Feng, and at the same time, he yelled, âWhatâs happening, Lin Feng?â
Han Sen knew that Lin Feng was controlled, but he didnât know if only Lin Fengâs body was possessed, or if his mind was as well.
Lin Feng continued to swing his sword toward Han Sen, and at the same time, he said, âMy body is under someone elseâs control. Go away!â
âThen Iâll cut you free.â Han Sen was holding the Bulwark Umbrella in one hand and his Taia sword in the other. He struck the bones that were locked around Lin Feng.
âAh!â Lin Feng suddenly screamed in agony, then he coughed out blood, which shocked Han Sen to his very core.
Han Sen was confident about his sword technique; his aim was perfect. Han Sen was certain that he slashed the bloody bones, so he couldnât understand why Lin Feng had been injured.
Han Sen saw that the bloody bones were completely intact, but Lin Feng kept coughing up blood. Han Sen realized something was wrong.
âEither flee now or kill me!â Lin Feng told Han Sen through gritted teeth. He had realized what was happening.
Han Sen didnât want to give up like that. He then slashed the bloody bones in two different places, but the same thing happened. The bloody bones got hit, but Lin Feng was the one who was actually injured.
The bloody bones were transferring all damage done to them straight to Lin Feng.
Han Sen wasnât having any sudden inspiration on how to deal with the situation. He had to use his Bulwark Umbrella and Taia sword to ward off the attacks.
Han Sen and Lin Feng realized that their time was running out, yet Han Sen still didnât have the time to actually fight Lin Feng. Han Sen didnât know much about Lin Fengâs actual fighting power, but he was certainly that Lin Feng was incredibly powerful.
Now, Lin Feng was totally under the bloody bonesâ control, but he was still performing his own blade techniques. Although Lin Feng was only had a gemstone geno core, his blade technique shocked Han Sen a lot.
Lin Fengâs techniques were elegant and mild, but they werenât visually stunning or mysterious. They werenât like Godâs Retributionâs skills, which turned complicated into simple, and they werenât as intricate as Six Pathsâ abilities. Each of Lin Fengâs moves looked very simple and plain, but those simple and ordinary sword techniques seemed powerful, perhaps unbreakable.
Lin Fengâs sword techniques turned something base and ordinary into something rare and ethereal.
There were some flaws in Lin Fengâs techniques, but the pressure exerted from those attacks made the wielder feel like they were like an emperor that nobody could easily bypass.
Han Senâs blade techniques were also good, but it would be difficult for him to win against Lin Feng just using his sword. However, Han Senâs focus wasnât on swords, so he had many other methods to suppress Lin Feng. When it came to strength, Lin Feng was not Han Senâs match.
If Lin Feng had been an enemy, Han Sen wouldâve killed him already, but Han Sen didnât want to harm his friend. He was forced to stay on the defensive, which put him at a disadvantage.
To make sure that he didnât injure Lin Feng, Han Sen had to keep stepping back, and after several steps, he had drifted back into the storm, so he couldnât see anything around him.
Dang!
Lin Feng, who was controlled by the bloody bones, didnât seem to be affected by the storm at all. Instead, he became even more ferocious, and he flitted here and there like a shadow in the storm. He kept showing up in the storm and hitting Han Sen.
Han Sen warded off another strike from Lin Feng, yet all of a sudden, a sword suddenly appeared in Lin Fengâs left hand. The sword stabbed Han Senâs shoulder, and he started to bleed.
Han Sen spun his own sword, but he couldnât slash the bloody bones. Lin Feng disappeared into the storm again.
Lin Feng, who was now dual-wielding swords, got more aggressive. He attacked Han Sen again and again from the cover of the storm, but Han Sen could only defend instead of attacking. Lin Feng took advantage of every opening that Han Sen provided, and Han Senâs wounds kept piling up and his blood kept dripping.
âKill me,â Lin Feng yelled with a hoarse voice, his eyes red.
However, Han Sen couldnât attack Lin Feng like that. He warded off the attacks from Lin Feng while saying, âIâll keep thinking. Thereâs got to be something I can do. I wonât let you die like this.â
Despite saying so, Han Sen couldnât think of anything. He couldnât kill Lin Feng, but he also couldnât dodge the attacks in the storm as fast as Lin Feng. It seemed that killing Lin Feng would be the only way to survive.
Han Sen got more injured, and blood covered his entire body.
Blood Bone Demon looked at Lin Feng and Han Sen who were fighting each other in the storm. She smiled. âI thought it would take longer to kill Han Sen since he didnât touch the blood bone puppet, but now, it seems itâs not necessary anymore. Humans are such bizarre creatures. Theyâll literally let themselves be killed for the sake of others. Totally bizarre, but I like this feeling.â
âHumans are indeed idiotic creatures, as they usually do things that are completely meaningless,â said Qing Ya mildly.
Just when Blood Bone Demon tried to say something, Lin Feng lunged forward and ran his sword through Han Senâs heart. Han Sen fell onto the ground.
âMr. Qing Ya, itâs done now,â Blood Bone Demon said excitedly to Qing Ya.
âYou should be more careful. That human being is exceptional,â Qing Ya said, looking at Han Senâs lifeless body on the ground.
âPlease rest assured, Mr. Qing Ya. There wonât be a problem.â Blood Bone Demon was very confident. She walked toward Han Sen and Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was standing in the storm. All of a sudden, the storm around them disappeared, and then a man and a woman walked toward him.
To be exact, there were three of them. That woman had the lower body of a centipede, and she was carrying a man that couldnât move at all. That person seemed to have been completely paralyzed. Though he was still slightly conscious, he couldnât even move his lips and eyeballs. It was Jing Jiwu.
âWho are you?â Lin Feng shouted at Qing Ya as his eyes popped in shock. Apparently, he could tell that Qing Ya was the master in this situation.
Blood Bone Demon smiled weirdly. Lin Feng couldnât control himself at all. He raised the blade in his hand and stabbed Han Sen, who already seemed lifeless.
âSee, Mr. Qing Ya, that human is completely dead now,â said Blood Bone Demon. And then, she threw the paralyzed Jing Jiwu onto the ground, and she stabbed down toward him with claws that looked like bones. âThis guy is useless now.â
Before Blood Bone Demon could stab Jing Jiwu with her claws, the space around her was suddenly twisted, and a trace of light flashed, cutting off the claws that struck toward Jing Jiwu. As for Jing Jiwu, a hand grabbed him and pulled him away from the claws.
âYouâre still alive?â Blood Bone Demonâs eyes popped out, staring at the man supporting Jing Jiwu. It was Han Sen, who she had presumed to be dead.