Chapter 384: Chapter 330: One of the Counters! The Powerful [Heroic Spirit Guard]
The man’s ten fingers were a bloody mess, as if he’d endured unimaginable torture.
Yet his gaze remained calm.
He watched the woman moving away, as if sensing Fulon’s presence, but with some curiosity.
So he shook his head and placed Antova and Little Nuomi behind him.
Then he looked toward that star-level being.
"You should leave. This is Azanen’s territory." His hands naturally hung by his sides, nails completely broken, fingertips also in tatters.
However, his eyes shone brightly like the stars.
"Who are you? Never heard of anyone like you in Azanen." The star-level entity landed on the ground, holding a long whip in each hand.
"It seems you’re not from a lower realm... very well... this way, Young Master Lin Ke will know your identity."
The man with mutilated fingers looked indifferently at the star-level being.
"Heh, is it just you? Level nineteen? You think you can face me at level nineteen?" The whip-wielding star-level entity sensed the presence opposite him and sneered disdainfully.
This is Naseng, where the gap between each level is vast, especially beyond level fifteen.
The gap between level nineteen and level twenty is even greater than the gap between level one and level nineteen.
"It’s me." The man’s expression remained calm, "I am Young Master Lin Ke’s follower, the [Heroic Spirit Guard] Qing Cha..."
Qing Cha looked at the being, and suddenly a powerful aura rose from him.
During this process, the wall behind him shuddered slightly.
The Wall of Azanen!
This wall was densely covered with crooked Naseng common language.
Every brick carried a person’s name!
And behind these names were the memories of fallen heroic spirits!
"Heroic spirits of Azanen, protect Azanen once more." The white light in Qing Cha’s eyes erupted, energy bursting from his body and converging into the wall behind him.
Noticing a looming threat, the star-level entity no longer waited, and swung both long whips simultaneously.
Waves pulsed from the whips, spiraling toward Qing Cha.
"Qing Cha."
It was then that a blurred silhouette emerged from the bricks on the wall.
This was a man in Azanen soldier attire, who, upon stepping out from the bricks, called his lover’s name.
Qing Cha’s body trembled, but he didn’t turn around.
The heroic spirit didn’t say much more, but instead came to Qing Cha’s side first, transforming into armor over Qing Cha.
The star-level being’s attack couldn’t even get close, as it was dispelled by a wave of Qing Cha’s hand.
Then, one by one, more heroic spirits emerged from the bricks, merging into Qing Cha’s strength.
Qing Cha’s aura rose with a steady momentum, elevating to a star-level magnitude.
"So it was just a star-level in the end? Ha." The star-level enemy sneered again, swinging the whips in an intricate path, like two large serpents lunging.
Qing Cha raised his right hand, a red light forming a sword within his palm, while a shield materialized in his left.
Scarlet, the color of Azanen!
"Azanen People fear no battle." With sword and shield in hand, Qing Cha launched himself forward, with a continuous emergence of heroic spirits behind him.
Qing Cha wanted to engage in close combat, but the star-level entity skillfully wielded the long whips, keeping Qing Cha firmly at a distance.
At the same time, the mysterious woman who should have left had somehow returned, accompanied by a thick wave of blood, her aura terrifying, as if many souls had perished under her blade.
Qing Cha glanced at the mysterious woman in surprise...
"Lady Fulon!" Qing Cha exclaimed.
The mysterious woman lifted her head, her face completely obscured and unrecognizable.
But Qing Cha could feel it from her aura.
"Face the enemy." Fulon’s words were succinct, a voice emanating from the faceless visage, and then the wave of blood that followed her enveloped the star light.
Qing Cha steadied his heart, not dwelling on why the gentle Fulon from his memory had transformed into a level sixteen powerhouse.
Now, focus on the enemy!
One by one, heroic spirits leaped out from the Wall of Azanen, and gradually, even the earth itself began to give rise to spirits.
In life, they defended Azanen, and in death, they continue as heroic spirits to guard Azanen.
This was one of the foundational abilities of the [Heroic Spirit Guard], to summon spirits and repel foreign invaders!
"Hmph." The star-level enemy lashed the whips, preventing Fulon and Qing Cha from approaching within ten meters.
Seeing this, Qing Cha stepped back and pointed far away at the star-level being: "Azanen Judgment!"
Instantly, unending heroic spirits surged from his body, each with resolute expressions, throwing themselves at the star-level being.
The star-level man’s expression changed in shock, as waves billowed once more from the long whips, enveloping him.
It was at this moment that Fulon threw the blade in her hand toward the star-level man’s head.
That blade wasn’t long, nor was it large, resembling a slightly extended dagger.
The short blade flew forth, slicing through the rippling whip as the star-level man swung it.
With two powerful attacks bearing down on him, the star-level man’s face finally took on a calm demeanor.
He pulled a moldy orange from his pocket, bit into it, and then took out a reed-like wooden syringe, spitting it fiercely toward Fulon.
A drop of dark green liquid shot out, colliding with Fulon’s thrown short blade, halting the dagger that was slicing through space.
The drop of liquid solidified in mid-air, neither advancing nor retreating, while the short blade stalemated briefly before falling.
Subsequently, the dark green droplet, like a hound smelling its prey, flew toward Fulon.
Fulon’s motions remained unhurried, beckoning toward her thrown blade while the blood waves around her surged to block the droplet, engaging in combat and retreating.
Meanwhile, the star-level man gripped two long whips in his right hand, fiercely striking the incoming heroic spirits: "The Restraint of the Wind!"
Profound laws spilled forth from the whips, yet the spirits remained unaffected.
The star-level man raised an eyebrow, preparing another attack, but Qing Cha pointed at him once more: "Azanen Hell!"
Suddenly, segment after segment of phantom arms reached out from underground, grasping at the star-level man’s legs.
The star-level man remained indifferent and refrained from flying upward, instead layers of magic protection shields densely covered his body.
"I will leave you here for Young Master Lin Ke to deal with." Qing Cha’s expression was impassive, although tears of blood ran from his eyes.
Instantly, the arms became even more frenzied, latching onto the star-level man’s legs.
The layers of protection seemed illusory and could not stop the arms at all.
Meanwhile, the spirits arrived, each lunging at the star-level man’s body, passing through it.
In this process, their figures solidified slightly, while the man’s face turned pale.
But then the star-level man suddenly panicked: "This... this isn’t the undead! Not souls! My laws! No..."
"I told you, they’re heroic spirits, not undead." Qing Cha wiped the bloody tears from his face, "They carry the breath of Azanen; how could you hope to stop them with means for repelling undead?"