Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2205: Chapter 2200: Why Not Move?

Indeed, very mad, though considering its inherent nature, such behavior isn’t too surprising.

Just after showcasing a trick of feigned moves, it immediately unleashed full firepower, without any regard for consequences.

It may seem contradictory, but for Fu Qian, this feels normal.

This is probably why no one wants to provoke this "Guardian Angel."

There is subjective initiative, yet completely disregards consequences, with full aggression.

Even the attack power is immense.

Just those two blood lightnings before, it would be hard for someone else to handle.

Such terrifying yet abstract attacks seem to be endless for now.

Further, triggering them is absurdly simple: just form the silhouette of thunderclouds, and lightning falls? Then the power level is at the First Phase?

Just by forming into a sphere, it can produce a terrifying traction like a star, making it difficult for the target to escape?

Even the hill underfoot, besides the indestructible front, is currently showing new movements.

The edges are being smoothed.

That’s right, now it’s clear to see, the originally rugged lines of the mountain are swiftly becoming smooth.

The reason is that the human bodies composing it, at that moment, all started moving.

Every rhythmic motion causes the heights to lower slightly, filling the original gullies.

This change easily reminds one that another star will appear.

But Fu Qian noticed even more easily that compared to the one pulling him, there are obvious differences.

The human bodies not only diminish the excess to replenish the lack, with each rhythmic move they still noticeably inwardly contract, the diameter quickly shrinking.

The judgment of flesh and blood material is thus reaffirmed.

The inherently airtight structure doesn’t easily compress into such space.

The final result is a relentless pulling, the sound of bones breaking is continuous, Fu Qian even saw a head squeezed into a elongated shape, like that of a newborn.

Of course, in the blink of an eye, it was fully soaked in the thick blood seeping internally.

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This time, it’s truly a blood star.

The sudden change, the visual effect undoubtedly becoming more bizarre.

Even though blood lightning keeps coming and traction soars madly, Fu Qian still finds it intriguing.

And within moments, the mountain underfoot shrank to about the same size as the first star.

The elongated head is completely out of sight, and among the blood crazily splashed around, the traction of the blood star is undoubtedly more exaggerated.

Fu Qian, no longer standing firmly, already walks amid gravity, making the situation instantly complex, faintly experiencing the legendary feeling of dismemberment.

Though in his view, this falls short of the true effect of the blood star.

The contraction continues, like it never ends.

Even for Fu Qian, it’s challenging to imagine the shape of those numerous bodies wrapped in blood at this moment.

But one realization is crystal clear—a moment will come when this distortion ignites something, exploding frightfully like a supernova.

Even if current blood lightning and pulling haven’t caused substantial harm, wanting to distance from this dreadful thing seems quite difficult.

Gravity’s pull is one thing, but in this brief moment, countless of the meshed flesh seen initially have appeared from every direction, gathering around to form a giant barricade.

Even because of their entangled articulation, they are quite seamlessly joined.

Indeed, words can’t be spoken lightly; just mentioned never seeing the unbreakable barricade performed by the Bloodline Clan’s Yack, yet now seems I’ve seen it.

Though ultimately simple in form, like patched leather, Fu Qian wouldn’t underestimate the containment effect it represents.

It’s clear, the Guardian Angel doesn’t plan to let him miss that moment of explosion.

Moreover, this Guardian Angel, just like the pawns seen before, has quite an unusual relationship with the mist.

Whether these bodies or flesh, they almost appear out of thin air from the mist.

Considering the instability of the landing point mentioned by the Witch, it feels troublesome dealing with the Guardian Angel if it truly wants to flee.

Of course, my trouble looks even greater; now the third star is already visible condensing.

As previously stated, the Guardian Angel is truly firing on all cylinders.

Knowing the power of the triad well, Fu Qian sighed lightly, in the next moment he didn’t evade anymore, allowing the blood lightning to illuminate his body––but it didn’t shine.

As lightning struck the body instantaneously, the light disappeared.

Not just on the body, the pure darkness continued expanding.

Thundercloud, star, impenetrable barrier, all devoured.

Dark Night.

Encountering the abrupt change, at that moment Fu Qian felt the scene was intimately familiar.

Having witnessed it more than once, wielding this concept that banishes all light.

In the ring on his finger, there’s a Deep Sleep of Time and Moon charged once with help from the Witch––and still present.

Though it wasn’t triggered by himself, currently in the state of Inspiration, many of his rings are purely ornamental.

Yet the origin of this darkness is indeed from his hand––the one held by the Witch upon arrival.

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Don’t move, I’ll handle it.

The entire way with a laid-back attitude, not because tea in the afternoon was so leisurely that leads to an uninterested inactivity but following the Pontiff’s last instructions strictly.

As the First to Seventh Apostle under him, Fu Qian expresses no doubt about the Pontiff’s mighty power.

Besides, perhaps the target’s abilities are bizarre, with a high Ranking, but in thinking they resemble a mad animal without much difference.

Or a group.

Once the Witch decided to act, Fu Qian was already confident in the ultimate result.

Of course, it doesn’t mean he does nothing.

Though uncertain how the Witch left a mark on his hand, Fu Qian never forgot his special status outside of being the Dark Moon Apostle—the Pseudo-Law Core.

Given the Guardian Angel’s nature, it showed special concern for the previous stars reappearance.

Would the nature of his being carry different significance for Them?

Possessing the home-field advantage, creating opportunities for separate confrontations is something that primitive hunting instincts can handle.

To Fu Qian’s view, the Witch’s likelihood of being banished might really be greater than his own.

But that’s not an issue, as it means he can play the role of bait.

The Witch specifically instructed not to take action, clearly with considerations, when the time comes gently preventing the target from escape.

When the guessed situation truly occurs, perhaps his exaggerated posture will make ordinary people notice something amiss... but the target naturally is not ordinary.