jdhmnovel Chapter 437: Mutation! The Devouring Beast is on the verge of losing control!
Chapter 437: Mutation! The Devouring Beast is on the verge of losing control!
Chapter 437: Mutation! The Devouring Beast is on the verge of losing control!
"Om-"
The speed of the Devouring Beast's rotation was getting faster and faster. The black vortex seemed to be connected to another dimension, emitting a heart-pounding devouring power.
The air was sucked in frantically, making a sharp whistling sound.
The gravel and dead leaves on the ground were also swept up, forming a rotating dust tornado.
"Feng Baobao, even if you can destroy the Sky Crying Roar, you can't escape the Devouring Beast!"
Ma Xianhong's face was ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was as hoarse as a broken gong.
He stared at Feng Baobao intently, as if he wanted to eat her alive.
"This is the last gift I prepared especially for you!"
Feng Baobao stood in place, her short black hair pulled by the suction force and dancing wildly backwards.
The corners of her Taoist robe, which had been washed so much that it looked bleached, rustled as if it would be torn at any moment.
But her figure was like an old tree rooted in the earth, motionless.
On that expressionless face, there were a pair of eyes as calm as a still pond.
Facing this black vortex that could devour everything, she did not retreat or dodge.
Not even a trace of fear.
The beast was getting closer and closer, and its powerful suction almost tore Feng Baobao's body apart.
The air around became thin and oppressive, making it hard to breathe.
"Be careful! Sister Baoer!"
Zhang Chulan lay on the ground, screaming with all his might, but his voice was swallowed up by the whistling wind.
He wanted to get up, but felt powerless. He could only watch Feng Baobao fall into despair.
Xiao Zizai covered his chest and felt that the Qi in his body was being lost at an alarming rate.
He tried to use the Hand of Great Compassion, but found that his palm was weak and powerless, and he couldn't condense any palm wind at all.
"This...what should I do..."
Clarinet's face was as pale as paper.
The black tube on his arm had completely lost its luster and turned into a piece of scrap metal.
Old Meng collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.
The tiny creatures he controlled had already been devoured by the beasts.
"It's over... it's over..."
He muttered to himself, his eyes full of despair.
Wang Zhenqiu's divine mask had long since disappeared.
He folded his arms, leaned against a rock, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Oh my goodness... this is really... out of control..."
The thieving beast was only a stone's throw away from Feng Baobao.
The black vortex was like a huge open mouth, ready to swallow her whole.
"Hehehe...it's over..."
Ma Xianhong looked at this scene with a crazy and twisted smile on his face.
"Feng Baobao...everything you have...will belong to me!"
"Your power...your Qi...will all become the foundation for me to create a new world!"
His voice, hoarse and sharp, echoed in the valley, making people feel creepy.
At this critical moment.
Feng Baobao, moved.
She slowly raised her head and looked at the black vortex that was so close.
In those empty eyes, there seemed to be... a faint light flashing.
"Finish?"
Feng Baobao's voice was very light and faint, like a breeze blowing through the valley.
But everyone present heard these two words clearly.
"Do not……"
Feng Baobao shook her head and said expressionlessly.
"It's just... just begun..."
"Om-"
Feng Baobao ignored Ma Xianhong's shouting. She just walked slowly, step by step, towards the black vortex that swallowed everything.
Her steps were slow and steady.
Every step taken seemed to step on everyone's heart, making it dull and depressing.
The wind is getting stronger.
Feng Baobao's clothes were torn to tatters by the strong wind, revealing her slender yet strong body.
Her black hair was flying wildly, covering her eyes.
But no one could ignore the aura emanating from her.
Cold, dead silent, yet... firm and resolute.
"Sister Bao'er..."
Zhang Chulan lay on the ground, watching Feng Baobao walk step by step towards the black "abyss".
My heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand and I was almost suffocating.
He wanted to stop it, but he didn't have the strength to move a finger.
Despair, like a tide, overwhelmed him.
"Hahaha...Go to hell! Go to hell! Feng Baobao!"
Ma Xianhong looked like a madman, pointing at Feng Baobao and roaring.
His originally handsome face was now distorted beyond recognition, looking like a demon crawling out of hell.
"Thief-devouring beast! Devour her! Devour everything about her!"
Ma Xianhong's voice echoed in the valley, sharp and piercing.
It seemed as if this was his last madness.
"..."
Xiao Zizai, Hei Guan'er, Lao Meng and Wang Zhenqiu were no longer able to fight.
They could only watch Feng Baobao walk towards death step by step.
Everyone's eyes were filled with reluctance, despair... and a hint of admiration.
"call--"
Feng Baobao finally reached the brink of becoming a thief.
The black vortex is very close.
The suction was so powerful that it almost sucked her whole body in.
However, Feng Baobao's steps did not stop at all.
She lifted her foot and took a step forward.
"don't want--"
Zhang Chulan shouted heartbreakingly, his voice hoarse.
"boom!"
Feng Baobao's body came into contact with the edge of the beast.
There was no explosion as imagined, and no sound at all.
Feng Baobao's body seemed to melt into the water, and disappeared silently into the black vortex.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Upon seeing this, Ma Xianhong was stunned at first, then burst into thunderous laughter.
"Success! I succeeded!"
He danced like a madman.
"Feng Baobao! You finally died! Died at the hands of my thieving beast!"
"From now on, no one can stop me! No one!"
"The new world... will be created by me!"
Ma Xianhong's voice echoed in the valley, full of pride and madness.
"Sister Bao'er..."
Zhang Chulan looked at the empty black vortex and couldn't hold back her tears any longer, they burst out.
He struggled to get up, but he had no strength.
"No...no...Sister Baoer won't die...she won't die..."
Zhang Chulan muttered to himself, his voice trembling.
He couldn't believe that Feng Baobao, who had always been by his side, the powerful and almost invincible Feng Baobao, was just like that... sucked away?
"It's over...everything is over..."
Old Meng closed his eyes and two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.
He felt a deep weakness.
Clarinet remained silent, just holding the clarinet tightly in his hand, until his knuckles turned white.
Wang Zhenqiu smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed.
"Hey... this time... I've really... gone completely haywire..."
Xiao Zizai didn't say anything. He just looked at the black vortex silently with a complicated look in his eyes.
"Om-"
Suddenly, the rotation speed of the beast slowed down.
The black vortex also began to become unstable, flickering, as if it would collapse at any time.
"Ok?"
Ma Xianhong's laughter suddenly stopped.
He frowned, looking at the strange beast, and a bad feeling welled up in his heart.
"What's going on? What happened to the thief beast?"