Bab 450: Chapter 450: Trap
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Zeng Yi's speed was fast, and in just two minutes, he arrived near the gathering place of these evil negative energies.
On a slope, Zeng Yi lay on the ground, staring ahead at the few figures 400 meters away. His gaze immediately became serious.
His speculation turned out to be correct. The commotion just now was indeed caused by the Evil Spirit Masters.
These Evil Spirit Masters hiding in the shadows instigated conflicts between nations, sparking wars.
And in these battlefields where hundreds and thousands, even tens of thousands, of casualties occurred, it was like a nourishing spring for these individuals, allowing them to absorb the grievances of the deceased and rapidly increase their strength.
Originally, Zeng Yi wanted to teach these Evil Spirit Masters a lesson when he encountered them..
However, the situation was no longer under his control, and things were not looking good.
Because the three black-robed individuals in front of him were slightly stronger and beyond what he could currently handle.
The realms of these three Evil Spirit Masters were all at the level of a Spirit Douluo in the Rank 80.
This frightened Zeng Yi.
Fortunately, the weather was not favorable, with heavy snow and wind. Zeng Yi was able to conceal his aura well and avoid being discovered by the three Spirit Douluos.
Honestly, Zeng Yi found it difficult to believe just how powerful the organization behind these Evil Spirit Masters was.
Just the ones he encountered earlier – three Spirit Saints, over ten Spirit Emperors and Spirit Kings – combined with the three Spirit Douluo - level spirit masters across from him, the energy emitted by these Evil Spirit Masters he encountered was already terrifying, comparable to the Lower Four Sects of the Seven Sects on the continent.
Moreover, Zeng Yi believed that behind the Evil Spirit Master organization, there must be Titled Douluos.
No wonder Qian Rixue said that the power of the Evil Spirit Master organization was not weaker than any of the Upper Three Sects.
Zeng Yi cautiously lay on the snowy ground, secretly observing what these three Spirit Douluo-level spirit masters were planning.
In the distance, the three of them stood in a triangular formation, their hands raised high, and underneath their feet, faint purple circular patterns shimmered.
In the center, a blood-colored bead was supported by their spirit power, floating in the air.
Zeng Yi widened his eyes and stared at the scene, not daring to even breathe.
He seemed to see the gray energy converging in space, rushing towards that blood bead.
Or rather, the gray energy filled with endless negative emotions was being absorbed and devoured by the blood-colored bead.
As the gray energy flowed into the blood bead, it shimmered with an eerie crimson light, resembling the heartbeat of a living being, breathing and pulsating.
Staring at the blood bead, Zeng Yi's gaze lost its luster, like his spirit had been swallowed.
This rhythmic pulsation seemed to synchronize with his own heartbeat, as his previously calm state of mind began to stir and grow restless.
Not good.
Zeng Yi suddenly realized something was wrong. He bit his tongue, and the sharp pain brought his consciousness back, causing the blood red in his eyes to be engulfed by darkness.
Once he regained his senses, Zeng Yi's forehead was covered in cold sweat. His breath became rapid, and even his heartbeat quickened. This feeling was as if he had just escaped from death.
What is this? Damn it.
Zeng Yi cursed under his breath, gritting his teeth.
This feeling was like being targeted by something, a terrifying sense of fear that seemed like an endless abyss devouring his spirit.
Too terrifying.
Furthermore, that blood bead used as a bait in the ritual performed by the three enemies, Zeng Yi found it strangely familiar.
Wasn't it the same as the blood bead he obtained after exterminating the group of Evil Spirit Masters before.
It seemed that these few people and the previous ones were working together.
Something is wrong. I should retreat.
With a strong sense of unease, Zeng Yi experienced something he hadn't felt in a long time. He feared that if he stayed here any longer, he would be beyond saving.
Zeng Yi always believed in his intuition.
He quietly stood up, turned around, preparing to escape, but suddenly stopped in his tracks, stunned.
He widened his eyes, his pupils contracted, full of disbelief.
Because ten meters ahead of him, a figure stood silently. The person wore a blood-red robe, hands behind their back, their pale, bloodless face slightly smiling with confidence, eyes squinted.
How is this possible.
Zeng Yi stared wide-eyed, his gaze filled with astonishment at the red-clothed man in front of him, his fingers trembling slightly.
When did this person appear behind him.
This question undeniably crossed his mind.
Zeng Yi asked himself, with his perceptive ability and sensitivity to aura, he was definitely not inferior to a Spirit Douluo-level Spirit Master! Even a Spirit Douluo wouldn't be able to silently appear behind him.
But this person's aura, he couldn't sense it at all.
From this, Zeng Yi realized the vast difference between himself and this red-clothed man.
Someone with such strength has to be at least a Titled Douluo.
Zeng Yi peeked at the red-clothed man's spirit power level.
[Level 93!]
[Martial Spirit: Scarlet Blood Dragon.]
A true Titled Douluo! And the martial spirit was an extremely powerful dragon-type martial spirit.
At this moment, Zeng Yi finally understood the source of the intense unease that had always lingered in his mind.
So, he had been targeted right from the beginning.
This was a trap they had set long ago, waiting for him to fall into it.
What should I do.
Zeng Yi's gaze stared solemnly at the Titled Douluo across from him. His brain was rapidly thinking, his thoughts spinning, searching for any possible way to escape, even the slightest chance.
But the answer he arrived at was.
Zero chance of escape.
Because the three Spirit Douluos over there had stopped the ritual and came towards him. The three of them formed a triangular formation, surrounding him.
The oppressive aura from the three Spirit Douluos descended upon him, giving him a suffocating feeling, as if a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders.
Even the air became incredibly heavy and stifling.
Zeng Yi knew that with his current strength, if the opponents only had three Spirit Douluos, he could still run away without any problems.
But the enemy had this one powerful spirit master standing at the pinnacle of Spirit Masters, a Titled Douluo.
This virtually eliminated any possibility of escaping.
Zeng Yi didn't know how he had been targeted by these people. It was for merely killing a few Evil Spirit Saints. It hadn't even been two months, and their companions had come seeking revenge.
Damn it, with a Spirit Douluo plus a Titled Douluo, this formation was like a desperate attempt to exterminate him. He didn't even have the time to level up.
Zeng Yi sarcastically complained in his heart about his cruel fate, his lips curling into a bitter smile. He took a step forward, his back slightly bent, and gripped the handle of the [Ronin Sword] with his right hand.
These people were definitely not like the Spirit Hall, who would invite him over for tea, but actually wanted his life.
In the cold wind, snowflakes fell.
In this tense atmosphere, Zeng Yi couldn't even feel the coldness of the weather.
Battle was about to commence.
The Blood Dragon Douluo opened his eyes, revealing his chilling vertical pupils. The corners of his mouth cracked open, forming a confident smile.
"Attack!"
Status Power Mingguan
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