PNB Chapter 350 The Great Battle!!! (Page 12)
Chapter 350 The Great Battle!!! (Page 12)
Zhang Yun, dressed in black and wielding a jet-black Godslayer Spear, slowly emerged from the churning purple mist.
The dark gold dragon patterns wrapped around the gun were faintly visible in the mist, and the tip of the gun emitted a chilling light.
On his Candle Dragon mask, the dragon eyes burned with real flames, drawing two scorching trails in the mist.
"Old Han!" he called out without turning his head, his voice carrying his usual cynicism, "That agent of the so-called God of the Yellow Sands, Set, is yours!"
With that, he twirled the Godslayer Spear in his hand, pointing it directly at the Scorpio woman in front of him, "This crazy woman... let me have some fun with her~"
Han Shaoyun nodded silently, his black trench coat fluttering in the mist.
His deep gaze swept across the battlefield and locked onto the tall, bandaged figure on the distant clock tower.
Between his slender fingers, wisps of black energy began to condense, gradually transforming into chains that appeared to be solid.
The Scorpio woman's alluring smile froze the moment she saw Zhang Yun in black.
Her scorpion tail involuntarily tensed, and the venom on her stinger dripped onto the ground, corroding small pits that emitted bluish smoke.
"Zhu...Long?" Her voice wavered for the first time, and her vertical pupils contracted sharply.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, did not answer, but simply raised his left hand slightly.
In an instant, the surrounding purple mist receded frantically as if encountering a natural enemy, revealing a large expanse of clear space. He walked slowly forward, and with each step, a burning dragon pattern appeared on the ground.
“You know what?” he suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a chilling gentleness, “What I hate most… is someone touching my people.”
The dragon pattern on the God-Slaying Spear suddenly came to life, and a black dragon phantom spiraled upwards, emitting a deafening roar.
On the distant clock tower, the agent of the God of Yellow Sands seemed to sense something, and suddenly stood up, his eyes under the bandages emitting a terrifying yellow light.
Han Shaoyun's figure had vanished from the spot, leaving only a faint sentence drifting in the wind:
"The gates of hell... should be opened."
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"Agent of Set, the God of Yellow Sands, how have you been?"
Han Shaoyun's deep voice suddenly rang out above the clock tower.
His figure appeared like a ghost ten meters in front of the man, his black trench coat fluttering in the wind, and faint blue ghostly flames could be seen flickering beneath the hem.
The man, whose body was wrapped in bandages, suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply.
Between the gaps in those bandages, the sand-like patterns flowed wildly:
"You are... Han Shaoyun, the one controlled by Lord Yiyu?" His voice was hoarse and trembling with disbelief. "Didn't you die in Fengdu?!"
Han Shaoyun raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing an extremely cold smile.
His eyes suddenly turned pure black, with no whites, like two bottomless black holes:
“Yes.” His voice suddenly became ethereal and otherworldly, as if it came from the deepest hell. “So now I have transformed into the Lord of Hell... to greet you.”
Having said that, he slowly raised his right hand, making an elegant gesture of invitation:
"Hell - The Other Shore Flower Blooms!"
"boom--"
The entire clock tower suddenly trembled violently!
Countless crimson spider lilies sprouted from the cracks in the brickwork, each flower's stamen revealing a pained and distorted human face.
These eerie flowers spread at an astonishing speed, covering the man's entire body in the blink of an eye.
"what!!!"
The man let out a heart-wrenching scream.
The spider lilies took root beneath his bandages, frantically drawing upon his life force.
Even more terrifying, each flower was releasing whispers from hell, and the wails of countless dead souls directly assaulted his soul.
Han Shaoyun hovered silently in the air, coldly observing everything.
Behind him, the faint phantom of a gigantic gate to hell appeared, with countless pale, ghostly hands reaching out from its cracks, seemingly eager to drag the man into eternal torment...
The man suddenly burst into a maniacal laugh, his face, wrapped in bandages, contorted and deformed, with fine yellow sand seeping through the gaps in the bandages.
“That’s it!” he roared, his voice as rough and piercing as a desert storm.
"Desert Roar!!!"
In an instant, the entire clock tower trembled violently.
The bandages on the man's body tore apart inch by inch, revealing his completely sand-like body underneath—his skin was an eerie earthy yellow, covered with flowing sand patterns.
With his roar, endless yellow sand converged from all directions, forming a terrifying sandstorm.
"Whoohoo-"
The sandstorm swept across like a raging torrent, and the eerie spider lilies withered and died in the sandstorm.
The human face on the petal let out a shrill wail before being completely buried by the yellow sand. The sandstorm continued its relentless advance, transforming into a ferocious giant sand serpent that opened its blood-red maw and lunged at Han Shaoyun!
Han Shaoyun merely smiled slightly, his eyes growing even more profound. He elegantly raised his right hand, a ghostly blue flame flickering at his fingertips:
"Hellfire - Frost and Blaze!"
"boom!"
A strange blue and white wall of fire suddenly rose from the ground.
The flame had no heat; instead, it emitted a bone-chilling cold.
The moment the sand python crashed into the wall of fire, the sand grains at the front were frozen into ice crystals, while the rear half was ignited by the ghostly blue flames, disintegrating in the torment of ice and fire.
Even more terrifying, within those frozen grains of sand, one can vaguely see countless grotesque and agonizing faces—these are the icy flames from the deepest part of hell, capable of scorching both flesh and soul at the same time!
The man staggered backward, his sand-covered body bearing large patches of charred and frost marks.
His eyes widened in disbelief: "This is impossible... How could you...?"
Han Shaoyun walked slowly forward, and with each step he took, strange ice-flame lotus flowers would condense on the ground.
His voice was like the whisper of death:
"Welcome to experience...hellish hospitality."
The man let out heart-wrenching screams as he was tormented by both ice and fire, his body twisting and deforming in the agony of the extremes.
The sand-like texture on the skin's surface flowed wildly, attempting to resist this torture from hell.
"You think... that's all?!" He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words, a sudden glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.
"boom!"
His left arm suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of yellow sand.
Taking advantage of this opening, his body completely turned into sand, breaking free from the flames like a whirlwind.
Dozens of meters away, the yellow sand reformed into a human shape, but its face was noticeably paler, and its newly grown left arm was much thinner than before.
"Damn it..." The man looked down at his mutilated body, his eyes burning with rage.
He suddenly looked up, and the wrinkles on his face began to writhe wildly:
"Desert Deadpool!!!"
"Advent!"
With that roar, the dust in the entire city began to stir.
The dust on the ground, the gravel in the bricks and stones, and even the particles in the air all turned into a raging torrent of yellow sand.
These grains of sand condensed and shaped in the air, instantly transforming into thousands of death guards clad in sand armor.
Each Deadpool wielded a sand blade, and crimson light flickered in their empty eye sockets.
They marched forward in orderly steps, the clashing sand blades producing a chilling "rustling" sound, like the whisper of death.
Han Shaoyun merely chuckled, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "Trying to outnumber the enemy?"
He slowly raised his hands, and the space behind him suddenly twisted and tore apart.
A colossal phantom of the gates of hell gradually solidified in reality, with a chilling wind seeping from its cracks.
"The gates of hell... have descended!"
"Rumble--"
The massive stone gate burst open with a deafening roar, revealing endless darkness and wailing within.
Immediately afterwards, a series of orderly footsteps came from inside the door, each step seeming to pound on one's heart.
"An army of ghosts is marching through!!!"
Countless ghostly soldiers clad in black armor emerged from the gate, wielding ghostly spears and their eyes flickering with eerie green flames.
Unlike the Desert Dead, these ghost soldiers move silently, with only the faint "clicking" sound of their armor clashing.
Two armies of the undead confronted each other on the ruins: on one side, roaring sand-wielding dead servants; on the other, silent hellish soldiers.
The fierce winds whipped up sand and ghostly flames, turning this battlefield into a true carnage...
Han Shaoyun stood before the gates of hell, his black trench coat fluttering wildly in the eerie wind.
He glanced at the pale-faced man opposite him, a cold smile curving his lips:
"Now...it's fair."
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The Scorpio woman, exuding immense power, stared at the suddenly appearing Zhang Yun in black, her eerie vertical pupils slightly contracting.
Although she maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, her taut scorpion tail and slightly backward steps betrayed her inner vigilance.
“Agent of Zhulong…” she murmured softly, her scarlet nails unconsciously digging into her palms.
Suddenly, she tilted her head back and let out a piercing scream!
The purple mist surged wildly into her body, and ancient blue scales began to appear on her skin.
Her body began to twist and swell, and her bones made a sickening "crackling" sound.
"You think... you're the only one with a trump card?" Her voice gradually became low and hoarse, echoing from the depths of the ocean.
In an instant, a terrifying monster appeared before them—
Her upper body still retained the characteristics of a human female, but her face had become grotesque and terrifying.
Her once alluring face split open on both sides, revealing gill-like structures, and her hair transformed into countless writhing sea snakes.
Below the long neck is a torso covered with a hard blue shell, with six pairs of sharp limbs extending from the ribs.
The most horrifying thing was her lower body—it had completely transformed into a giant scorpion!
Its dark blue carapace was covered with eerie runes, and its five pairs of strong legs were deeply embedded in the ground.
The deadly scorpion tail was several times thicker than before, and corrosive venom dripped continuously from its stinger, scorching the ground with smoldering craters.
Scorpio woman
"The body of Tiamat, the goddess of ocean chaos..." Zhang Yun, dressed in black, whistled, but his eyes behind the Candle Dragon mask became serious. "Interesting."
The Scorpio woman—perhaps now she should be called the Sea Scorpio woman—wielded her enormous pincers, producing a deafening metallic clang.
Her voice echoed like the deep sea: "Now, let's begin the second round..."
Baili Pangpang's round body trembled violently, his eyes under the Pigsy mask widened, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.
Molly, who was in his arms, unconsciously gripped his sleeve tightly, her slender fingers turning white from the force.
"Holy crap..." Baili Pangpang's voice changed tone, and the fat on his face jiggled three times.
"So ugly!" came out of my mouth.
The pistol in Shen Qingzhu's hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and his usually roguish face was now filled with shock.
His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, but no sound came out.
Molly's face turned deathly pale instantly, and her red lips trembled slightly.