Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 780

Chapter 780: Between Mortal Fragility And Celestial Might Chapter 780: Between Mortal Fragility And Celestial Might The two men were none other than Xiong Zi Ying and Tuzi AoFen, recently returned from their venture in the Demon Realm where they had been gathering rare herbs to cure Tuzi AoFen’s lingering illness.

Having completed their task, they had returned to Rainrealm Continent only to stumble upon the chaos erupting here.

Drawn by the intense energy and destruction, they had come to investigate and were now faced with this unexpected scene.

From the sidelines, Dongfang Moqing arched a brow.

His gaze lingered on the man with the white-and-pink hair.

He recognized him immediately-this was none other than the ancestor of the Divine Kunlun Sect.

“Well, wow, what do we have here?

It seems I arrived just in time for the fun,” a new voice chimed in, rich with dark amusement.

A black-haired man with piercing indigo eyes and flawless, porcelain-like skin stepped forward, his emerald sword gleaming at his side.

Though his features were perfectly sculpted, there was a faintly twisted excitement in his expression, as if he were savoring the chaos unfolding before him.

“Why not let me join the fun as well?” said the flawless man, whose emerald sword shimmered ominously in his grip.

He was Sikong Wenxia, the wielder of the Mythical Emerald Fire-ranked third among the five hottest flames in the world.

The youngest Master of the illustrious Sikong Clan, one of the top three clans in the Inner Domain, Sikong Wenxia possessed the Heavenly Spiritual Root of Fire.

Known as both a prodigy and a madman, his bloodlust was infamous, his pleasure derived from slaughtering enemies without restraint.

To prevent him from wreaking havoc and ruining carefully laid plans, the ancestor of the Sikong Clan had sealed him away on the Sacred Island.

But Sikong Wenxia had broken free of his imprisonment, drawn to the overwhelming surge of sinister energy on this planet.

Sneaking off the island, he had come here in search of entertainment.

Joining him were other formidable figures: Gong Yi Ran, the most powerful swordsman of the Divine Kunlun Sect; Li Yongzheng, a prodigious talent from the Purple Amethyst Sect; and Su Lanfei, the second-ranked swordwoman of the Crescent Sword Sect.

The moment Shenlian Yingyue caught sight of Su Lanfei, a heavy feeling settled over her chest.

She didn’t know why, but seeing A’Fei’s cold, expressionless face always stirred a deep unease within her.

It was as though Su Lanfei was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Distracted by the arrival of Xiong Zi Ying, Tuzi AoFen, and Su Lanfei, Shenlian Yingyue’s attention faltered.

Though she remained vigilant against Infernal Volcanic, it was clear her strength was no match for his.

While her speed was impressive, his was superior.

Sensing an opportunity, Infernal Volcanic launched an attack.

Molten lava rained down from the sky, its searing heat undeterred by the cold downpour.

Lava cascaded toward Shenlian Yingyue from every direction, forcing her to dodge with all her might.

Though she narrowly evaded the deadly lava, Infernal Volcanic suddenly appeared behind her as though he had teleported.

His hand, wreathed in molten flames, struck her with immense force.

Her pupils constricted in alarm.

“Pfft!” Blood spurted from her lips as the devastating blow hit her.

The oppressive heat of the attack scorched her cloak, and though she shielded herself with her spiritual energy just in time to prevent her skin and internal organs from burning completely, the sheer impact sent her body hurtling forward.

Her chest tightened with pain as the heat still managed to wreak havoc on her insides.

Shenlian Yinzhu and her companions’ expressions shifted instantly, their faces darkening with panic and fury.

They were too far away to catch her, and the demons blocking their path refused to give them an opening.

Frustration and rage boiled over.

With no other choice, they unleashed their full strength-power so immense they had avoided using it until now-in a desperate attempt to eliminate the demons barring their way.

Shenlian Yingyue struggled to stabilize herself mid-air, but her spiritual energy was nearly depleted.

She had spent everything she had to protect herself and to attack Infernal Volcanic.

Her counterstrike had not been in vain.

Infernal Volcanic hovered in the air, blood dripping from a wound on his chest where her fist had struck him.

For the first time in his life, he had been injured by a mortal woman.

His narrowed eyes betrayed a hint of surprise as he studied her.

There was something strange in his gaze-curiosity, or perhaps a reluctant admiration-as though he could not fathom how this human had managed to wound him.

If he hadn’t turned to look at her, it would have been fine.

But the moment his gaze landed on her, his pupils trembled slightly.

And it wasn’t just him-everyone present widened their eyes in utter astonishment.

The cloak and mask that had concealed her features were now reduced to ash by the lava, leaving her exposed in Xiong Zi Ying’s embrace.

Her pale, delicate face was finally revealed to all.

Her hair cascaded like a silken waterfall, shimmering with an otherworldly luster.

Its pure white hue evoked images of freshly fallen snow, exuding an air of elegance and tranquility.

As it flowed gently, it seemed almost alive, swaying like snowflakes caught in a gentle breeze.

The strands, however, were stained with the red of her blood-a stark, striking contrast to their pristine color.

(An illusion, for her true blood was not red but a milky, pure white.) This juxtaposition lent her an aura of danger and mystery, as though she straddled the line between mortal fragility and celestial might.

Her eyes were the most captivating of all.

Her right iris shimmered with a violet hue, a flawless amethyst that spoke of clarity and wisdom.

Her left eye, in contrast, burned with a deep carmine-red glow, reminiscent of a demon’s allure-enigmatic, perilous, yet hypnotically beautiful.

At the center of her forehead, a carmine-red and purple mandala lotus bloomed in intricate detail, an ethereal mark that enhanced her already surreal presence.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Littlecarrot Your generosity and encouragement truly mean everything to me, my beloved.

They drive me and inspire me to pursue my career with passion.

I’m profoundly grateful for everything you do.

Wishing you all the love, protection, and good health, my treasured ones.

I pray for your happiness and well-being always, my dear ones.

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