novelslam Chapter 350 The Witch Will Be Enhanced
Chapter 350 The Witch Will Be Enhanced
Chapter 350 The Witch Will Be Enhanced
Changbai Mountain, Tianchi Lake.
Sheila floated in mid-air, radiating a chilling killing intent.
His pupils were twisting and deforming, as if something was brewing within them, preparing a deadly attack: "Why do you possess Lucifer's power?"
With one hand in his pocket, Xie Ya looked up at him, his tone neither too loud nor too soft: "There is some history between us."
Sheila's eyes twitched, and she forced out the words through clenched teeth: "I remember now. I've heard of you."
You are that evil raven on Luoyang Slope, nurtured for a thousand years by Lucifer's corpse.
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As he spoke, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips: "It seems the rumors are all false."
They all say that the raven was exceptionally gifted, and that it was even more powerful after acquiring Lucifer's body.
I didn't expect you to be so weak.
Having devoured Lucifer's corpse, he was still only a mid-level god.
The raven's eyes dimmed for a moment, then he said calmly, "Because back then, I couldn't find a reason to become stronger. Now, I've only recently found one."
Sheila scoffed, "But it's too late. You'll die here."
Evil Raven shook his head: "It's never too late to put in the effort."
Hillary's expression gradually faded.
The distortion in his pupils finally stopped, and the substance condensed into a lotus seed.
The seed grew rapidly in his eye socket, and within two breaths, it bloomed into a vibrant red lotus flower.
Lotus flowers spread from the eye sockets, covering the entire eye, like two burning flames of karma.
A terrifying killing intent erupted from the two lotus flowers in an instant, and a chilling aura, as if it were tangible, swept in all directions. The temperature of the entire underground palace plummeted, and frost flowers even condensed in the air.
He lowered his head, looking down at the evil crow with absolute confidence in his voice: "Among the mid-level gods, I have never met an opponent."
"Here, the blasphemous bell imbues the creatures of hell with a demonic power; even if I were to encounter a high-ranking god, I could fight them."
Hidden behind the boulder, Jin Meiting and the other witches had already turned deathly pale.
That palpable killing intent pressed down on their hearts, almost crushing any thought of resistance, and even giving them an absurd illusion—
To be killed like this might be a kind of relief.
Jin Meiting gritted her teeth and shouted at Xie Ya with all her might, "Xie Ya, run!"
Evil Crow glanced back at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Looks like I've been underestimated by these beauties."
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He looked at Sheila again and slowly clasped his hands together.
"Domain Expansion - Abyss of Ten Thousand Ghosts' Lamentation."
The moment the words were spoken, heart-wrenching cries erupted from all directions.
It seeps out from the bottom of the water, from the cracks in the rocks, from the depths of the grass roots, and from every inch of air gap, covering everything and leaving nowhere to escape.
Sheila frowned, a mocking smile still playing on her lips: "Are you trying to make me cry myself to death?"
These cries did not cause him any real harm.
Although it sounded a bit harsh, it was just crying, an ordinary crying sound.
A glint flashed in the eyes of the evil crow, and he slowly opened his mouth, uttering only three words: "I hate it so much."
Sheila's body trembled violently.
It felt as if an invisible giant hammer had struck his heart, almost suffocating him.
His body arched uncontrollably like a shrimp, his eyes filled with horror, and he gasped for breath.
The resentment of being cast into hell by the Western God, the bitterness of never being able to rise to a higher godhood, the humiliation of forever being seen as Lucifer's shadow...
All of this transformed into endless grievances at this moment, engulfing him like a tidal wave.
His lips moved incessantly, and the two bright red lotus flowers in his eye sockets began to wither inch by inch.
The evil crow uttered three more words, emphasizing each one: "I... feel so resentful."
Sheila's expression twisted into a grimace, her voice trembling: "I—I hate it so much—"
The raven narrowed its eyes, its tone growing increasingly low: "I wish I could turn this hatred into a great drought, scorching the world."
Tears welled up in Sheila's eyes and streamed freely down her cheeks.
He burst into loud sobs, trembling all over, like a child who had been robbed of everything.
His voice echoed through the empty ruins, mingling with the wailing of ghosts, making it impossible to tell whether it was his or the voice of the departed souls.
The evil raven walked step by step to Heila, looking directly at the angel who was crying her eyes out, without the slightest emotional fluctuation in his eyes.
His voice was soft, but cold as ice: "The thought that Li Xinyuan was killed by a piece of trash like you makes me feel even more wronged than you do."
Before he finished speaking, his hands instantly transformed into sharp claws, tearing off the two pairs of angel wings from Sheila's back.
The sound of the wing breaking was crisp and piercing, and golden blood gushed from the wound.
The evil raven turned to look at the witches, his voice regaining some warmth: "You are half-gods and half-demons, rare in this world, and your path to advancement is even more difficult to find."
But I've heard that there was once a Seven Thousand Two Pillar Demon God who simultaneously devoured gods and underworld creatures to achieve a balance of yin and yang, thus elevating his level of life.
You can try it too.
With a flick of his wrist, the two pairs of wings of the killing angels in his hand instantly transformed into a shower of feathers, fluttering down like snowflakes towards the seven witches.
The feathers landed on them and slowly seeped into their skin on their lower backs or backs, transforming into lifelike tattoos resembling angel wings, as if they were about to burst out of their bodies at any moment.
With a thought, a pair of jet-black angel wings suddenly unfurled behind her.
With their broad wingspan and jet-black feathers, they appeared even more alluring.
Seeing her sisters summon the wings of fallen angels, Jin Meiting also focused on trying it out.
The next second, two pairs of wings sprouted from her lower back, one pair being pure white and as white as snow;
A pair of jet-black, as deep as night.
Two pairs of wings complemented each other, fluttering slowly behind her, and the aura of light and darkness achieved a delicate balance on her.
Her power was steadily increasing and constantly breaking through, but there was still an insurmountable chasm between her and a true god.
The evil raven murmured, its tone thoughtful: "I never imagined that a demigod-demonic being could achieve yin-yang balance directly after devouring a fallen angel."
It seems that your seventy-two demonic pillars are the natural enemies of fallen angels.
He glanced at Sheila, who was sprawled on the ground sobbing, a flash of undisguised disgust in his eyes, and casually pointed at her.
A bone spear appeared out of thin air and silently pierced Sheila's skull.
The crying stopped abruptly, and the expression on that tear-streaked face was forever frozen between bewilderment and sorrow.
The evil crow no longer disturbed the witches as they digested Hera's power; its form transformed into a beam of white light and shot into the depths of the underground palace.
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The courtroom.
Li Xinyuan knelt on the ground, his eyes vacant and lifeless.
His body was already stiff and cold, yet he remained kneeling, his spine not bending in the slightest.
The evil raven stood in the hall, his eyes filled with suppressed anger and sorrow.
He slowly raised his gaze and looked at the figure whose back was to him.
Gray hair.
A full head of white hair.
Li Xinyuan is dead, and the backlash from the twin watches is pouring down on Zhongshu like a flood.
His hair was as white as snow, his face was old and haggard, and he looked like a dying lamp about to burn out, with only a faint flame flickering in the wind.
He was still muttering, his voice hoarse and stubborn: "Enter the murder hell—Li Xinyuan, help me."