Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1005: Chapter 103: Gospel (20) Chapter 1005: Chapter 103: Gospel (20) Clearly, the intensity of the daylight chase had surpassed any estimation by the Ji Family’s Motion Restriction Team.

The main reason for this, naturally, was the violent eviction behavior exhibited by someone claiming to be Andiel but who was actually Demigod Lu.

The key issue was that this individual seemed to become increasingly ecstatic during the confrontation, and even a combined effort from two Demigods using Ashfall seemed somewhat insufficient to control the tremors.

Fortunately, everyone was accustomed to tough situations, with Ji Mingzhe taking the lead as all those who had inherited bloodline powers joined in to maintain stability.

Meanwhile, the wings of the seemingly insane Demigod from the Rebirth Club were fully torn out from behind him.

Each wing was several meters long, devoid of a single feather, and even beneath the Ashfall, one could feel their ominous nature.

Accompanied by the bloody radiance of his giant physique, it truly seemed as if a demon god had descended.

On the face of the naked Demigod, there was even a hint of despair.

Of course, he was rather skittish by that point.

Unlike the Bloodline Clan led by Selana, the wings Fu Qian had replicated this time were modeled on the featherless mummy from the Wasteland Angel Dungeon.

Therefore, these wings were mainly for visual effect; they couldn’t actually fly and needed some serious tuning.

But the visual impact was already sufficient, as not everyone had studied aerodynamics.

“Keep running!”

Laughter thundered, seemingly to mock the adversary deliberately, and yet as Professor Andiel flapped his wings gently, his body didn’t even take flight, but the one in the sky promptly dodged to the side in a hurry.

Just as he realized something was amiss, an incomprehensible force emerged, pulling his body uncontrollably toward it.

In an instant, he was dragged in front of the man he had struggled to get away from and collided head-on with a terrifying fist.

Boom!

This punch nearly scattered what was left of his upper body, leaving only a head wrapped in wings, whirling around haphazardly in the air.

But Fu Qian was quite sure the other had not died yet, as it was clear that this individual’s vitality was extremely robust.

Of course, it was also clear that one more punch would likely be enough.

However, as the head continued to fly around in confusion, the omnipresent Ashfall suddenly showed a hint of instability, which then rapidly expanded and violently shattered.

Seizing the opportunity created by this disruption, the once cornered target made a frenzied escape.

“I had so much fun today; let’s meet again next time!”

Even at this point, the opponent did not forget to leave behind a string of wild laughter, as if everything was under control.

“Haha… why wait until next time!”

The response came in the form of an equally insane laugh.

The individual on the ground was still not willing to let him go.

The next moment saw the two bloody wings abruptly retract, tightly enveloping the giant figure, accompanied by a disturbing writhing.

This guy still had a trump card!

“Lu… Professor Andiel.”

Ji Xun couldn’t help but rush in front of Fu Qian.

After the Ashfall shattered, he looked utterly spent, and now confronting the wildly enthusiastic Elder Lu, he seemed to bear an aged weariness of five thousand years on his face.

After a moment of consideration, he decided to use the self-designated title as a show of politeness.

“Without the Ashfall to suppress it, too much noise might attract the Night Watchman.”

His words carried the air of a plea for restraint akin to “Great Sage, retract your magic.”

Unfortunately, a visibly elated Elder Lu paid him no mind, as the body beneath the wings continued to twist and expand.

“Liushuang…”

This time, Ji Tong couldn’t help but glance to the side.

From the start of the conflict, Ji Liushuang had stood there quietly, showing no sign of stepping in regardless of how the battle was turning.

“Elder Lu, please rest for now.”

In that moment, beneath Ji Tong’s earnest gaze, although Ji Liushuang still did not look at him, he finally nodded slightly.

However, that seemingly light and casual remark brought the transformation within the wings to an abrupt halt.

And after a suffocating two seconds, the blood-colored wings began to rapidly contract, retracting back into the body.

The once colossal, demonic figure also shrank, quickly reverting to its original form, revealing an old face.

Of course, the clothes that had burst apart couldn’t come back, and the only thing covering the body was a dozen long snakes extending from the wounds to intertwine and conceal.

Seemingly indifferent to this, the person once again pulled a mask from the wound and put it on their face.

Just like that, heeding advice…

For a moment, the Motion Restriction Team from the Ji Family was stupefied.

There was no helping it, the contrast was just too stark.

That an entity, which not even the combined efforts of the Rebirth Club or the relentless Ashfall could restrain, and who ignored even Ji Xun’s words, would cease actions just because of this person’s light remark?

And not to mention the previous beckoning at will, even letting the other party serve as a caretaker yesterday, pushing oneself for a stroll…

In that moment, Ji Liushuang’s conduct triggered countless speculations, and her originally fragile image was infinitely elevated.

…

To think one day I’d have to wear it streaking, the promise made to the Pope seems to have been accidentally fulfilled.

Yet for Fu Qian, who was at the center of it all, his contemplations were on another matter entirely.

Moreover, regarding the recent shattering of Ashfall, he did not believe it had truly reached its limit.

What likely hit its limit was the psychological state of Ji Xun and his team.

The excessively stimulating changes in the situation led them to ultimately decide to slow down, loosening the restraints and giving Ah Gui a chance at life.

However, even so, Fu Qian wasn’t bothered, as he had done the same.

The plan was simply to meet and get acquainted; if murder had been the intent, the beating earlier would have been replaced with a Visceral Critical Strike.

Of course, while this show of force was indeed a display of the Rebirth Club’s vigor, the greatest gain was in verifying things about the mission target.

The entire team’s participation just now was tantamount to a mass verification of their Ashfall, and under that extreme condition, the likelihood of reservation was very small.

The conclusion was that no parasite-like entities were found among them.

This almost certainly confirmed that his target was not among these individuals.

Now that was getting interesting, as theoretically, most of the elite warriors of the Ji Family should have been present at the manor.

While pondering, Fu Qian surveyed his surroundings, the battleground that had been a mess just a moment ago, except for the half building initially knocked down by the fleshball, the rest was intact as if destruction never occurred.

Truly a miraculous ability.

This must also be why the Ji Family had the confidence to arrange this operation.

“Should we be going now?”

Amidst the shock of the Motion Restriction Team, it was Ji Liushuang who broke the silence, her voice betraying no emotion.

“It’s time to go.”

Ji Xun was the first to come around, nodding slightly.

“We need to leave before the Night Watchman arrives, or things will get troublesome.”

He sighed after saying this.

“I didn’t expect that guy to be so hard to kill. After all that effort, he still got away.”

“No worries.”

The next moment, Fu Qian shook his head with a tsk.

“The longer we wait, the better the feast.”

…

What does that mean?

That’s a Demigod, you pummeled him like that, and he’s still just an appetizer?

Looking at the lantern that Fu Qian still held in his hands, Ji Xun hesitated for a moment but ultimately refrained from saying anything more.