Commanding Wind and Cloud Chapter 183

A strong atmosphere instantly covered the entire battlefield. It was not the power of a Demon Fighter, but it was absolutely beyond that.

Facing two Bloodline Warriors and a Demon Fighter, Nila still had the confidence to catch all of them alive. Measured with the Demons’ strength standard, he was already a Level 5 Second Tier Demon Warrior, and with the standard of the Zence Empire, he was a Level 5 Demon Capturer! The three young buds were too common to mention!

Kaka... A black wing surged out like a magic thorn rushing from the ground! The Level 9 Fallen Angel once again released all of his bloodline power.

War! Cech Flet's blood was boiling, and the strong poison was suppressed by his extreme anger.

Blowing a breath out, Duren Burg also awakened all his bloodline power, and the whites of his eyes suddenly disappeared. The two holes were like crystallized black gems.

Puff! Puff! Puff... A thin but hard black scale soon covered his body, and the nails of his index fingers popped up like two poisonous teeth of a snake.

With Fanta Kunge also gathering all his Warrior Power, the three unknowingly held up together under the overwhelming pressure.

"Come! Come!" Nila opened his giant arms and strode over with huge steps. The ground was like being cast a shrinking spell as the distance between the two sides was quickly narrowed. He reached out one of his arms that were as thick as a woman’s waist, and the stretched fingers punched towards the three like a pot lid.

Escape? It was no longer possible. Nila has told everyone he might not have the ability to rival the speed of those at the same level Bulk Bloodline, but it could be made up by strength!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Duren Burg roared as he stimulated all his bloodline power. The spear in his hand also buzzed as it piercing through the air. The high-speed rotation wrapped the raindrops around the weapon body like a dragon surfacing out the water.

A spear, a horse, and a fighter to break through a formation of soldiers. A strike that would tear the sky apart and the ground a hole. This was the real power of a spear! It was the comprehensive strength when human body combined with weapons.

Duren Burg charged the enemy with all he got! With the Warrior Weapon in hand, he would easily kill off a metal armored warrior or a heavy-armed cavalry, let alone a common flesh…

Seeing Duren Burg put all himself into this fight, Fanta Kunge was filled with lots of courage that he initiated a cut with all his might from the other direction!

Cech Flet suddenly lied down with his face to the ground! His palms, together with his legs, slapped the earth at the same time, bouncing his body off straight to Nila’s lower half. He pulled two serrated swords out from the back as he directly approached Nila’s male vital part!

Nothing could be called dirty trick in a life or death battle. Only the survivor was eligible to judge the war.

Nila swayed a little to dodge the long spear! This fine piece of Warrior Weapon was not something his body could deal with. His sturdy arm hit the spear, and the tyrannical Warrior Power rushed into Duren Burg along the highly conductive weapon!

Puff! A breaking sound came out! The power hit his chest like a 1,000-pound hammer. The wounded man spat out blood as he was knocked away. His body trembled in the air as if it were gonna fall apart.

Duren Burg was knocked down. His spear was swept away and mercilessly pounded towards Fanta Kunge, who could not do anything but hold the sword in front of his chest to form a blockade. The sword, however, was stormed with numerous cracking lines in a second. Puff! Puff! Another two sounds came into being as the two arms could not take the vastly mighty power! Fanta Kunge was also tossed out!

Nila rotated his ankles and the huge body flashed to Cech Flet's front side. He lifted his right foot and aimed at the bloodline warrior’s lower abdomen. Although the foot was still in the air, the tyrannical air flow made it even more terrifying.

Seeing the coming strike, Cech Flet swirled his black wing, and in an instant, he once again disappeared from the former spot and strangely appeared behind Nila’s back like a swift swallow!

"Haha..." Nila recklessly laughed without turning his head. Ignoring the two serrated swords, he suddenly fell backward onto them like they bore no threats!

Clang! Clang! Clang... The zigzagged swords could no longer bear any impact and immediately broke into iron pieces as they hit the rocky back! Nila waved his huge arm to pound the back of Cech Flet who once again turned around!

Bang! Unattended by favorable circumstances, Cech Flet did not manage the escape this time. His body plunged into the mire, splashing a spray of water and mud.

"Ouch!" Nila shouted a cry and jumped from the ground while staring at a standing but shaking body not so far away.

"Oh..." Duren Burg trembled. But he was laughing. His face was covered with mud and blood, but he was laughing. "What? You thought we were unable to hurt you?"

The Burg Spear nailed in the position half an inch under Nila’s shoulder. Blood was slowly flowing along the back; this strike cost Duren Burg a great deal of power. and more than two-thirds the scales on his body were burst out! He stood there, like a blood man!

Nila glared at this red thing. He had intended to catch the three alive. According to the Lucifer law, living captives had so much more worth than corpses. That was why he did not kill the Hydra just now. It would be a feat if he could fetch him back and make him reproduce with Demons! He would get a lot of recognition if the descendant could awake the Hydra Bloodline!

But he changed his mind. He had decided to kill this Hydra! As a Two Stars member, he could not stand the fact that he had been hurt by a Level 6 Demon Fighter. Not to mention they had even killed members of the Dark Group with the iron-like discipline.

"Go to hell!" Nila raged and the sound seemed to quake the torrential rain! An anti-thrust force was produced by this roar, and the water on the ground was all bounced up into the air! The Bulk Bloodline flew through the storms towards Duren Burg!

Opportunity! Hiding under the rotten leaves, Qian Jin had long been on the edge of energy. He could barely watch his companions so severely injured, but he had to wait. The Bulk was too strong. If he rushed out recklessly, they would be killed one after another!

They had only one chance facing such a mighty opponent, and if they lost this arrow shooting chance, they would all be dead!

Qian Jin was familiar with the laws of both the empires, and he was fully aware that alive Demon Fighters were at a fairer price. And handing in an alive Hydra would be rewarded a fortune.

Nila would never kill the three men under normal circumstances, so the best time for a sneak attack should be the moment he tied them up after the war! But now...

Qian Jin could not wait for one more second! He might get a better chance, but it was at the price of Duren Burg’s life.

He could not bear losing another friend. Absolutely not! Rollin had already died. He absolutely could not let Duren Burg go. As time went by, they had become brothers.

No one could watch their brother die. At least, Qian Jin could not. He must fight even it meant a common ruin. He had to try even if the chance might actually lead him to death. No more could he hide in the leaves and watch them die.

Qian Jin jumped out of the stinky cover as a lightning lit up in the air. The archer held the bow in his bow arm and drew back the string to the anchor point with his drawing hand. He looked along the bow sight then released the arrow at the target!

The Warrior Weapon's arrow went out before the lightning faded. On a high-speed rotation, a strong arrow wind completely tore the rain curtain apart and drew a channel out!

A fourth enemy! Nila suddenly got on his nerves as he sensed an extreme danger. His long gray hair all stood up towards the sky; he could no longer attend to the Hydra since he had to take great efforts to reverse his waist to dodge from that arrow!

Carrying a warrior power of 3,500 cycles, the arrow went through the rock body even faster than a lightning. The bloody arrow didn’t stop until it penetrated two more pine trees and nailed into the third one.

How fast! Even faster than lightning!

Qian Jin didn’t stop. He threw the bow away and reached into the Warrior Dimension for his Zhanmadao. He stepped, bobbing up and down towards Nila like a war horse!

Nila was not down. The arrow was not enough. Qian Jin had to cripple him to deny him another chance.

It hurts! Nila was suddenly soaked in sweat; not because of the pain, but the fear in his chest. If he had not moved fast enough, that arrow would have penetrated his heart, and the force carried along by the strong rotation had already hurt his heart even if it just rubbed the edge!

The chopper had fallen down. All the attacks were completed in one go with a lightning speed and a thunderous force.

The wounded Bulk was weakened, and he could barely maintain his strength as a Demon Capturer. Sensing the coming strike, he raised his hand in an attempt to hit the handle, only to find the blade was way too longer than he had expected!

"F**k! Want to kill me? You won’t end well either!"

Nila frowned, glared and continued to lift his elbow to stop this fatal cut with the skin, muscle, and bones! At the same time, he punched out his right-hand fist!

Puff! Kacha! Blood splashed! Zhanmadao finally touched its target while blocking Nila's Warrior Power out from Qian Jin’s body! The stiff bones were so vulnerable in front of the sword that they cracked! But at the same time, Nila reached out his another fist and hit Qian Jin in the chest!

Bang! Qian Jin flew away and only stopped until he hit and broke a tree trunk! His chest was so burned like he had swallowed a fireball!

"How could it be possible?" Nila could not believe what he saw! After all, he still possessed the power of a Demon Capturer who could penetrate the chest of a Level 9 Demon Fighter by one punch. How could this happen? Why was there even not a single sound of a breaking bone?

"Go to hell!" Turning a blind eye to his broken arm, the experienced Bulk once again strode over to Qian Jin. He waved his right fist and intended to end this opponent in this final shot. He must do it quick and clean, or it would be terrible once the little man was given any chance.

"Thanks to the [Wind and Cloud Golden Body], or I might have died already!" Qian Jin did not fall backward at all! He stepped with his right leg, then he twisted his waist to transfer all the power to the shoulders and made a perfect swing!

A throwing knife had drawn the most beautiful and brilliant light in the rainstorm as it passed through countless raindrops, into the throat of Nila and then through the back of his neck! It pierced a red pine and nailed into the second!

"Throwing... knife..." Nila's body stopped moving but blood didn't stop gurgling out from his mouth and throat! His big staring eyes were full of shock and doubt. "Too fast... the [Divine Shot]... This is the trump card..."

Puff! The huge body fell in the muddy water, and his eyes fixed on Qian Jin just like that...

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