blueteamnovel Chapter 80 Demon Attack
Chapter 80 Demon Attack
Chapter 80 Demon Attack
in the courtyard.
The footsteps were chaotic and heavy, rushing quickly towards the gate of the post station and the direction from which the caravan had been attacked.
The torchlight flickered wildly on the wall.
Inside the room, Zhang Yuan suddenly looked up and slammed the book shut.
Almost simultaneously, Zhang Jiumei, who was on the earthen bed, rolled silently to the ground like a startled cheetah, clutching Zhang Yuan's long knife tightly in her hands. Although the knife was not yet drawn, her cold eyes were like icy stars, sharply scanning the doors and windows.
"Something's changed outside." Zhang Yuan's voice was low and calm. "Ninth Sister, you stay here and guard the gate. Don't go out easily."
Knowing Zhang Jiumei's temperament well, he directly ordered her to stay, as it would be safer.
Zhang Jiumei's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but seeing Zhang Yuan's unquestionable gaze, she finally just pursed her lips, nodded heavily, and slightly hunched her body, like a bowstring ready to be released, holding her long sword horizontally in front of her.
Zhang Yuan's left hand quietly rested on the cold, gleaming short sword "Hidden Killer" hidden in his sleeve, while his right hand gently pushed open the door.
The cold night wind, carrying the stench of blood and shouts of battle from afar, rushed in.
He slipped out and slammed the door shut behind him.
At this moment, only four or five Fengming County guards remained in the large west wing courtyard who had failed to rush out immediately.
Their expressions were extremely solemn. Leaning against the pillars under the eaves, they gripped the hilts of their knives and nervously scanned the shadows and walls around the courtyard, clearly on guard against a feint attack.
Zhang Yuan's gaze quickly swept across the courtyard.
The prison cart, still resembling a huge black coffin, stood silently in the center of the courtyard, tightly wrapped in black cloth, completely still.
The commotion that erupted from the inn contrasted eerily with the silence that filled the courtyard.
"Thump!"
A muffled thud!
A figure covered in blood and dressed in the uniform of a post station servant was thrown in from outside the courtyard wall like a tattered sack, crashing heavily onto the cold stone floor. He twitched twice and then fell silent!
The warm, pungent smell of blood instantly filled the air!
This unexpected turn of events caused the pupils of the guards under the corridor to shrink sharply!
"Form ranks! Be careful!" the leading flag officer roared.
Several guards immediately stood back to back, forming a simple defensive formation, their eyes filled with suspicion as they looked at the courtyard wall...
He hovered between the rooftop and the corpse.
They exchanged a glance, a brief look, and finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"Let's go! Let's go out and take a look!"
The flag officer gritted his teeth, and with his four men, maintaining their formation and with their blades pointed outwards, cautiously and swiftly rushed out of the west wing gate, heading towards the front courtyard of the post station and the direction of the caravan to provide support.
In an instant, only Zhang Yuan remained in the entire courtyard, along with—the deathly silent black prison van.
Zhang Yuan did not immediately follow the guards out.
He stood there, his brows slightly furrowed, an indescribable sense of unease creeping into his heart.
The sounds of fighting outside the inn seemed to intensify, and the firelight illuminated half the sky, but the courtyard was too quiet.
Just as he was about to turn around and return to his room, his pupils suddenly contracted when his gaze swept over the open space in front of the prison cart!
Suddenly, a lush green tree appeared in the open space next to the prison cart in the center of the courtyard!
The tree was over two zhang tall, with lush branches and leaves that were so green they seemed unreal, and in the dim light it seemed to have its own layer of eerie glow.
Zhang Yuan was absolutely certain that the spot was completely empty just before the guards rushed out!
A strange, cold, rotten, and sweet-smelling odor drifted faintly on the night breeze.
Zhang Yuan's muscles tensed instantly, and the "Hidden Kill" short sword in his left sleeve slid into his palm. The cold touch made him highly focused.
He held his breath and moved with utmost lightness, like a raccoon before its hunt, slowly approaching the eerie green tree.
The shouts of battle all around seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier, becoming distant and indistinct.
Only his soft footsteps and his own heartbeat remained in the courtyard.
When he was less than three steps away from the strange tree, a sudden change occurred!
"Whoosh—!"
A dark green tree root, as thick as a child's arm, hidden in the shadows beneath the tree, burst forth from the ground without warning, like a lurking venomous python!
The tree roots, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air, swept fiercely toward Zhang Yuan's waist!
Its speed and power far surpass those of ordinary martial artists!
Zhang Yuan's eyes sharpened, and his internal energy surged like a wild bull, his muscles and bones emitting a deep hum!
The "Hidden Kill" short sword in his left hand was about to transform into a deadly black lightning bolt, heading towards the ferocious tree root!
At this critical moment!
"Whoosh—Buzz!!!"
A terrifying howl, seemingly emanating from the deepest hell and like thunder exploding in his ears, rang out behind Zhang Yuan's head without warning!
A powerful, unstoppable gust of wind, carrying a chilling, iron-blooded aura, almost grazed his earlobe!
Zhang Yuan could even feel the stinging pain from the strong wind brushing against his skin!
A streak of dark light!
A jet-black spear, like a black lightning bolt tearing through the night, with overwhelming and violent power, was precisely nailed to the trunk of the lush tree!
"Crack! Boom—!"
A sickeningly loud cracking sound!
The seemingly resilient, verdant trees snapped and exploded like rotten wood under the terrifying penetrating force of the black spear!
Splinters of wood and branches scattered like raindrops!
The thick tree root that swept towards Zhang Yuan was also hit by the violent energy wave brought by the spear when it was only half a foot away from his waist. It shattered inch by inch and turned into dust all over the sky!
A strong wind blew in, carrying a strange smell that was a mixture of rotting vegetation and a fishy, sweet odor.
Zhang Yuan reacted extremely quickly, instinctively taking half a step back while his right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing at the air!
It feels cold and rough to the touch.
He managed to grab a section of broken tree root, about a foot long, that was still twitching slightly.
As soon as he touched the tree root, a faint yet extremely sinister and intensely corrosive cold aura immediately seemed to come alive, trying to burrow into his flesh along his fingers!
"snort!"
Zhang Yuan sneered inwardly, and the surging blood and qi within his body suddenly trembled. The sound of his bones and muscles resonating under his skin echoed faintly, like the low roar of a wild bull.
That sinister aura was instantly dispelled and eliminated by the extremely strong and yang energy, like ice meeting boiling water.
Just as he grabbed the tree roots and dispelled the evil energy—
"call-
—"
The night wind violently whipped up the thick black cloth covering the prison van!
The curtains fluttered, revealing a corner of the steel fence.
Behind the slit, a pair of eyes!
A pair of deep blue, vertical pupils, as cold as deep-sea ice and devoid of any human emotion, were silently and directly piercing through the dim space, locking onto Zhang Yuan!
That gaze was indifferent and lifeless, yet deep within, it faintly revealed a trace of instinctive, indescribable greed!
It was as if they were examining a tempting meal of blood!
In the shadows of the corridor not far away, a tall and imposing figure had appeared and stood there.
It was that taciturn captain who led the Black Scale Army!
He maintained the posture after throwing the spear, his right hand loosely gripping, and made a move in mid-air towards the black spear that was still trembling and humming on the broken tree stump!