studiobondurri Chapter 934: The Dead Needs No Recompense
Chapter 934: The Dead Needs No Recompense
Chapter 934: The Dead Needs No Recompense
When the painting disappeared, and the energies faded into nothing, everything within three hundred meters had disintegrated into pure chaos.
It was like a funnel had appeared in the middle of the sea, sucking all the sea water into a bottomless abyss. No life could be detected anywhere, and White Fish Island was completely gone as if someone had erased it from existence.
“Cough! Cough!”
A dozen or so breaths later, a sudden cough rang from the space where only chaos reigned. Then, Long Ao fell out of the void.
He was missing half of his draconic body. As he descended, his blood fell from above and dyed the sea red like a downpour. The palace above his head was dim and covered in cracks as well.
“Damn it all!”
Long Ao only managed to arrest himself right before he would hit the sea surface. His face was filled with shock and anger as he stared at the funnel-shaped vortex in the middle of the sea and felt the terrifying remnants of power permeating heaven and earth.
He was shocked because he wasn’t expecting Fang Muyun’s suicide attack to be this powerful. If he his instincts hadn’t warned him of fatal danger, if he hadn’t summoned the Myriad Dragons Palace to protect himself right before the attack would hit, he would probably be dust like Shark General, Ink Toad King, Madam Mer and the Blood Sovereign already.
If even they Disaster-class Strangers were barely alive or dead, then the rest of the Strangers could only be dead.
Even with the Myriad Dragons Palace to protect him, Long Ao was injured so severely that his foundation was cracked.
He was angry because Fang Muyun almost killed him even though he was at death’s door. Worse, he had ruined several months of planning. How could he not be angry?
“Damn you, human! Damn all of you!”
Long Ao could not help but scream in anger when he thought until this point.
“Long Ao...”
Suddenly, Long Ao realized that the bloody sea beneath him was growing clearer. The blood eventually gathered together and formed a tiny humanoid figure. It was none other than the Blood Sovereign.
The Blood Sovereign was currently only as big as a human hand, however. His aura was nothing compared to what it was before either.
“You’re still alive?” Long Ao exclaimed in surprise.
“I was born from the Sacred Sovereign’s dirty blood. I wouldn’t die this easily.”
The Blood Sovereign asked weakly, “Anyway, how are you going to compensate me for my terrible loss, Long Ao?”
“You want recompense?”
Long Ao said slowly, “I don’t think you need it though.”
The voice was soft but imbued with great power. As soon as it appeared, Long Ao felt as if the space around him had transformed into unbreakable chains and cages. It pinned him in place and immobilized him so that he couldn’t even use his spirit, much less the Myriad Dragons Palace.
The next moment, a humanoid silhouette slowly walked over from the sea. Literally. It was like she was a living celestial.
“Who... Who are you?”
Long Ao was stunned. Right now, a million thoughts were racing through his mind: who is this person? Did they show up before or after I killed Fang Muyun? Did they find out about the Four Seas Dragon Palace’s plan?
“I am the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace’s third crown prince! You—”
Long Ao tried to talk his way out when he saw that his captor was silent, but before he could finish, a cool voice rang,
“Quiet.”
A sleeve suddenly appeared before his eyes. It danced through the air and seemed to cover up both heaven and earth.
His vision darkened, and he was pulled into the sleeve. He lost consciousness after that.
The sleeve shrank, and Feng Qingyou appeared into view.
“You really are quite incredible, Fang Muyun.”
Feng Qingyou remarked while watching Fang Muyun’s final strike from the sky. Then, she sighed. “It’s a shame.”
Why was it a shame? Because Fang Muyun was about to die, of course.
Yes, Fang Muyun was about to die because he wasn’t dead yet. He was still alive and kicking.
It was only a matter of time though.
......
Fang Muyun was still alive.
Only a sliver of his mind was left, but he was undoubtedly alive.
Right now, an ink person was slipping through the clouds and flying toward the Four Seas at high speed.
Despite being only three inches tall, the ink person had all seven orifices. Inkish essence circulated around it and emanated waves of purple light of beneficence, mysterious and profound. It looked like a mini version of Fang Muyun.
It was none other than Fang Muyun—or more accurately, a wisp of his mind.