Chapter 1093
Curiosity Killed the Cat
The power of this axe strike was even greater than the slash that had just been aimed at Mo Fan. Before the axe blade even arrived, the sharp wind had already made Asha's veil flutter wildly, and her purple-black clothes clung tightly to her body, outlining breathtaking curves.
Asha's purple eyes narrowed slightly. The speed and range of this axe strike made it difficult for her to dodge it using only her movement skills.
She quickly formed a strange hand seal in front of her chest, and a faint aura of darkness began to emanate from her body.
However, the giant axe of the Corpse General, carrying the shadow of death, had already descended, and she no longer had enough time to unleash her magic.
It looked as if the giant axe, which seemed capable of splitting hills, was about to crush the mysterious girl in purple along with her nascent magic.
At this critical moment.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of Asha's face at a speed far exceeding the limits of human visual perception.
That's right.
She was none other than Liu Ru, who had been following Fu Ye the whole time.
Faced with the giant axe that resembled a small hill crashing down, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, Liu Ru didn't even make any defensive stance.
She simply raised her right hand calmly and gently grabbed at the giant axe in front of her.
"clang--!!!"
A deep, muffled sound, like the collision of two metal mountains, exploded out.
The violent shockwave exploded outwards in a ring, blowing away several undead creatures and turning the rain into a finer mist!
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing:
That terrifying giant axe was powerful enough to shatter even a high-level mage's defensive magic along with the mage himself.
At this moment, it is being held firmly in the palm of a slender, fair hand!
It's about grabbing, not blocking.
Instead, as if grasping a light wooden stick, he closed his five fingers, firmly clamping the axe blade in his hand.
The violent power and death energy on the axe blade vanished without a trace the moment it touched the hand, without even a tremor reaching Liu Ru.
The axe-wielding corpse general seemed stunned as well, its simple undead consciousness unable to comprehend what was happening before its eyes.
The screams of the woman's head on his shoulder abruptly ceased, its empty eye sockets staring at the hand gripping the giant axe.
The next moment, Liu Ru moved.
She casually flicked her right hand, which was gripping the giant axe, to the side.
"Boom!!"
The massive, axe-wielding corpse general was slammed onto the ground beside her with a single swing of her hand, just like a rag doll.
The mud mixed with flying bone fragments created a deep crater.
Before the corpse could struggle to its feet, Liu Ru's figure appeared like a ghost at the edge of the pit.
She remained expressionless, but her once gentle eyes had now turned a deep, dark red that seemed capable of swallowing all light.
She stretched out her right hand, and instantly, half a foot long, sharp claws radiating an eerie, blood-red light extended from the tips of her five fingers.
Then, facing the axe-wielding corpse general that had just raised its head in the pit, it swung its claw down from above.
There was no dazzling magical light, no deafening explosion.
There was only a slight hissing sound.
Under the stunned, terrified, and awe-inspiring gazes of everyone.
The terrifying giant corpse, along with the wailing woman's head on its shoulder, was neatly torn in two by the blood-red claws.
Foul-smelling black blood and shattered entrails splattered everywhere, but before they could hit the ground, they were blasted away by the invisible force field emanating from Liu Ru's body.
Two enormous pieces of corpse lay limply at the bottom of the pit, the deep green flames of their souls flickering a few times before going out completely.
silence.
A deathly silence. Only the patter of rain and the bewildered howls of distant spirits could be heard.
Everyone froze in place.
He Yu covered her mouth, her eyes wide open.
Mo Fan struggled to sit up and looked at Liu Ru standing beside the body parts. She was gently wiping away non-existent bloodstains from her fingertips, and her dark red eyes slowly returned to normal.
A storm raged within him.
Even Asha's amethyst eyes were filled with an unprecedented solemnity.
As the rain subsided, the air in the Xianchi area was thick with moisture, the smell of earth, and the stench of decay left behind by the torn corpses.
After a brief moment of deathly silence, the group finally managed to recover from the shock of Liu Ru tearing the giant corpse apart with her bare hands.
"Quick! Before it's fully light, let the spirits retreat for now and find a place to take shelter from the rain and rest!"
The leading mage's voice was hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.
He directed the troops, but his gaze involuntarily drifted towards Fu Ye, filled with awe and lingering fear.
No one objected. The battle just now had taken a toll on them. Mo Fan was seriously injured, and the others were also exhausted from the depletion of their magic power and were mentally and physically drained. They urgently needed to rest.
Soon, guided by Lao Zhou, the team found a naturally formed cave on a sheltered hillside nearby.
The cave is not deep, but it is large enough to accommodate more than ten people to take shelter from the rain and rest.
The group filed in, tacitly clearing out the relatively dry and spacious area inside the cave for Fu Ye, Liu Ru, and Liu Xian.
No one raised any objections, and no one even dared to glance over there more than once.
Liu Ru had already returned to her gentle and quiet demeanor, and returned to a position half a step behind Fu Ye.
Liu Xian silently took out a clean velvet blanket and laid it on a flat stone surface that Fu Ye had chosen.
Fu Ye remained calm, walked to the carpet that had been laid out, sat down, closed his eyes to rest, and ignored the various complicated gazes cast upon him from around him.
Supported by He Yu, Mo Fan sat against the rock wall inside the cave, his face pale and bloodstains on the corner of his mouth.
He took the medicine he carried with him and was slowly repairing the wounds to his internal organs and the fractures in his arms.
The flames that the molten beast had transformed into also looked listless at this moment, lying on his shoulder with a dim light.
The attack from the axe-wielding corpse general just now almost pierced through his defenses. If it weren't for the extremely high quality of the molten armor, which absorbed most of the impact, he would probably be dead by now.
The others in the group also found places to sit down, some tending to their wounds, others taking the time to meditate and restore their magic.
Inside the cave, only the suppressed breathing and the pattering rain outside created a somber and eerie atmosphere.
He Yu quickly treated the scrapes on her body, hesitated for a moment, and then mustered up her courage to walk to the edge of the area where Fu Ye was.
"Teacher Fu Ye."
He Yu's voice carried a hint of nervousness, but she tried her best to remain calm.
"Thank you so much for your help earlier. If it weren't for the young lady beside you, we probably..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear.
"No need to be polite. I have some potent recovery potions here. Take them to Mo Fan to help him recover from his injuries."
He Yu breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt even more awe.
On the other side of the cave, Asha's eyes flickered slightly as she silently observed this side.
She had already sent her attendants to guard the cave entrance.
She rose gracefully, straightened her slightly disheveled purple-black dress and veil, and walked elegantly towards Fu Ye.
Her movements were natural and graceful, showing none of the timidity or nervousness seen in the others. (End of Chapter)