Chapter 194: Little John
Chapter 194: Little John
Thousand Buddha Hands!
Battle Qi gathered behind him, transforming into a Buddha's shadow. Countless palm imprints and powerful auras clashed and rumbled, filling the air.
After a long while, Karl stopped and checked his status panel.
Name: Karl
Constitution: 19.4
Mental Energy: 11.5
Quintessence: 0.8
Level: Legendary Knight, First-Rank Wizard
Abyssal Bloodline Integration: 40%
Witchcraft: Tidal Power, Thunder Wing, Thundergod's Wrath, Whisper of Life...
Holy Techniques: Angel's Spear, Celestial Wolf Phantom Fist, Divine Demon Transformation...
Seal: Earth-Shaking...
His constitution value had exceeded 19, which theoretically meant he could attempt to break through the Legendary Knight realm.
However,
"It's still not enough!"
"Divine Domain Fragments can help me control my physical body, but breaking through the Knight's path requires an unwavering Martial Will to shatter my physical limits and be reborn from the flames. Absolute rationality, on the other hand, becomes a shackle."
"The same goes for Holy Technique cultivation..."
"Here, I can quickly reach perfection in the Ten-Hand Realm, but it's difficult to break through to the Hundred-Hand Realm."
"The realm..."
"I must break through elsewhere!"
...
Collapsed Divine Domain.
Little John, wrapped in the 'Gray Carpet,' crawled on all fours, agile like a rat, through the ruins.
"Only Meatworms eat feces. There must be a Meatworm nest here, and perhaps even a Queen Worm."
"If I can catch one..."
"I won't have to worry about food for the next six months!"
"Hmm?"
A strange sound from the distance caused him to pause, and then he quickly shrunk his body, disappearing into the gray carpet.
His movements were incredibly agile, now instinctive after years of practice.
The gray carpet perfectly blended with the surrounding soil; even up close, it was indistinguishable.
The 'Divine Stone' powder on its surface could block the prying eyes of certain beings.
"Swish!"
Two streaks of dark light flashed by.
Two headless, shriveled creatures appeared in the ruins, their dark brown skin covered in red spots resembling eyes.
The red spots blinked, scanning the surroundings.
Wraiths!
Rank 2 Demons!
Their bodies were incredibly hard; only weapons infused with Divine Stones could harm them.
They possessed terrifying regenerative abilities, sharp senses, and astonishing speed, capable of detecting the slightest movement within a hundred meters.
Under the gray carpet, Little John held his breath, his eyes wide open, not daring to move an inch.
He knew all too well.
Even the slightest heavy breathing could be fatal.
"Chirp... Chirp..."
The Wraith's thin, bamboo-like legs tapped on the ground as it weaved through the ruins.
"Sizzle..."
Unable to find its target, the Wraith let out a shrill cry.
Without a head, it also lacked a mouth, and the sound seemed to come from nowhere.
The sound wasn't loud.
But beneath the gray carpet, Little John felt overwhelming terror, his heart pounding in his chest.
Damn! The beating of his heart was imperceptible to ordinary people, but it couldn't escape the Wraith's keen senses.
My heart! My heart! Little John's eyes widened, bloodshot with fear, as his survival instinct clashed fiercely with his overwhelming terror.
And his heartbeat...
Grew faster and faster.
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
...
It's over!
Despair rose in his heart.
"Swish!"
The Wraith in the ruins seemed impatient, or perhaps it had heard another sound, and it vanished in a flash.
Under the gray carpet, Little John's body went limp, his pores, once tightly shut, now wide open, and sweat covered his body.
His heartbeat gradually returned to a calm pace.
That was close!
The innate fear of Rank 2 Demons is far beyond what I can endure. Thankfully, the duration was short, and I wasn't exposed, even with the gray carpet's protection.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly lifted the gray blanket and forced his weary body to move towards the corner of the ruins.
"Tap..."
As he took a step, Little John's face turned deathly pale.
Not far ahead, a white figure drifted out from behind a wall, its face deathly pale and eyes lifeless. It seemed to move slowly, but in an instant, it was right in front of him.
The sudden magnification of its features caused every hair on his body to stand on end, and his overwhelming terror left his mind blank.
"Terror Demon!"
A Rank 3 Abomination, a malevolent entity that feeds on fear, must have sensed the aura of fear here.
Little John's voice was hoarse, his eyes twitched, and his pupils shrank.
"Hiss..."
A strange sound rumbled within him, and as his cheeks puffed out, a thunderbolt erupted from his mouth.
The lightning struck the Terror Demon's face.
"Ah!"
A piercing scream came from the Terror Demon, and the visible sound waves knocked Little John flying.
Landing on the ground, bruised and battered, he didn't have time to think; he struggled to his feet and charged forward.
Escape! Only by reaching the temporary camp would he have a chance to survive.
But he had clearly overestimated his speed, or perhaps he didn't fully understand the power of the Terror Demon.
"Swish!"
The aura of fear emanating from his body acted like a massive magnet, drawing the Terror Demon towards him.
The ethereal shadow gently swayed and appeared behind Little John, moving to attach itself to his body.
"Pipa!"
Suddenly, a thick bolt of electricity erupted from Little John's clothing, and the approaching Terror Demon was forcefully struck by the electric light.
Thunder! Its masculine vigor could even suppress an Abomination.
However...
"Tap!"
Little John's steps faltered, and his face turned to despair as he looked ahead. One by one, Terror Demons emerged from the ruins.
Their number...
Exceeded ten!
The Terror Demons, emitting an aura of fear, slowly approached, seemingly enjoying the waves of fear emanating from him.
As they drew closer, Little John's expression gradually froze, and his hair and flesh began to wither.
His life force visibly dissipated.
"Umm..."
"There really is someone here."
Just as his life was about to completely vanish, Little John faintly heard a voice in his daze.
Immediately after.
An immense, vast, and gentle aura appeared from above.
It was like a sun radiating pure life force, bathing the surroundings, including the Terror Demons in the area.
While devouring life force was the Terror Demons' instinct, such pure and scorching life energy was poison to them.
Deadly poison!
"Ah!"
The Terror Demons let out miserable screams.
Under the glow of this sun-like aura, the Terror Demons twisted and disintegrated until they vanished.
"Plop!"
Little John's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.
"Your little doll."
Karl, dressed in a white wizard's robe, descended from above and waved his hand, enveloping Little John in a magical aura.
Vitalizing Water!
Little John felt as if he were soaking in a warm spring, his energy rapidly restoring.
"Doll."
Karl spoke, "Can you understand me?"
"..." Little John opened his mouth, his face filled with disbelief as he pinched his plump arm.
He had never felt so energetic before; it seemed like the near-death experience was just an illusion.
"Hmm?"
Karl frowned, "Mute?"
"Can't understand?"
"No!" Little John replied, "I'm not mute, and I can understand you."
(End of Chapter)
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