334: Humble Bug

Facing Fang Han, a Seventh-Rank Martial Artist of unknown strength, not only Shen Bei wasn't intimidated, but Zhuang Bifan wasn't either!

The allure of the strange artifact on Fang Han was simply too great.

To put it bluntly, even a Four-Rank Martial Artist, knowing about such a mask that could change one's appearance and completely integrate them into the Stranger, would try to steal it.

What's more, Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan, who had been planning for a long time, were even more eager, rubbing their fists and palms, unable to hold back.

With this mask, it would play an unimaginable role in finding the Martial Dao Pinnacle.

They had to get it.

Although Fang Han was a Seventh-Rank, in Shen Bei's opinion, Zhuang Bifan was a Sixth-Rank, and fighting across ranks, there was definitely hope.

And in Zhuang Bifan's opinion, he could give it a try, with Shen Bei assisting, the chances of winning were also very high.

At this moment, cruel light seemed to surge in Zhuang Bifan's eyes: "Fang Han, I'll give you one more chance. Hand over the mask, and we'll go our separate ways!"

Fang Han laughed loudly upon hearing this, immense rage surging in his eyes: "Only death awaits you!"

"So, there's nothing to discuss?"

"What is there to discuss with a robber?"

Shen Bei interjected from the side: "Why are you dawdling? Go for him!"

"I need to warm up too," Zhuang Bifan replied.

Shen Bei: ...

"A clown like a flea!"

At this moment, Fang Han raised his hand, and surging Origin Qi swept wildly around him.

This Origin Qi instantly transformed, changing from milky white to a gray mist.

The next moment, the gray mist hovering around Fang Han instantly began to boil violently, surging like a tsunami, then layers upon layers of it rushed and impacted!

And just as Zhuang Bifan made a move, the eerie and terrifying gray mist tide around them suddenly boiled, and then, visibly, large swathes of mist began to surge, gather, and condense, instantly forming mist demons of various sizes, shapes, and terrifying appearances!

In just the blink of an eye, the rolling mist tide around them changed dramatically. Thousands of evil beasts condensed from gray mist either roared and circled in the air or roamed and roared on the ground, as if transforming the entire battlefield into an ocean of evil spirits, completely surrounding Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan, making it impossible to escape!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Just as the two's expressions changed continuously, immediately after, thousands of evil spirits condensed from gray mist let out terrifying, silent howls that captivated the Soul, and then, like countless vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts crawling out of Hell to devour humans, they swarmed in from all directions—from above, below, front, back, left, and right, with extreme ferocity!

Martial Skill: Ash Ghost Tide Art!

"What in the world is this!"

Zhuang Bifan had never seen such a scene and couldn't help but shout.

Shen Bei's expression slightly condensed; he had seen this form of gray mist before.

That was back in the Changtu County Permanent Dungeon, when an Stranger acted as a vanguard and advanced this kind of gray mist.

However, that gray mist would cause people to fall asleep.

But Fang Han's Martial Skill seemed to be like a hundred ghosts marching at night...

"Who cares what it is!"

As Shen Bei's voice fell.

In an instant, countless gray mists surged in, and as far as the eye could see, there were only gray mist demons with twisted and ferocious faces and shapes.

Zhuang Bifan took a step forward immediately, and a blazing, crystalline light, reflecting and refracting flames, rose from his body.

On his right fist, countless glass crystals condensed, and in just a blink of an eye, a crystal arm, more than ten meters long, like a giant cannon, formed. Between these crystals, countless heads of Fang Han were refracted, and he raised his hand and punched towards the countless evil spirits.

Rumble—!

As if a dormant volcano had its first eruption, Zhuang Bifan, like a blazing crystal battle god, unleashed a punch. The extremely condensed and fierce crystal flames surged out like thousands of tons of magma, directly forming a turbulent and scorching bright white ribbon. Although it was a crystal flame with no mass, every point of light seemed to possess the immense weight of a mountain, instantly threatening to engulf the figures of the evil spirits.

Clang!

However, in the next instant, the violent aftershock of the punch exploded fiercely, causing the air to continuously rupture, twist, and boil. The ground within a hundred meters radius trembled violently.

Zhuang Bifan's extremely condensed, mountain-shattering, and domineering punch was bitten by one of the evil spirits.

Those crystals instantly shattered, like fragile glass shards, scattering and fluttering in the air.

Shen Bei shook his head.

What the Hell is this?

It looked powerful, but it was as fragile as a dog.

How could he have the nerve to show off such a punch and make a fool of himself...

Not only did Shen Bei despise Zhuang Bifan, but Fang Han also felt the same. This punch had a great momentum, but the result was... all show and no substance.

His evil spirit hadn't even exerted much force, and it shattered.

However, the next moment.

These shattered glass crystals transformed into countless rotating blades, sweeping in all directions!

Shen Bei was stunned for a moment, not expecting the shattered glass shards to have a follow-up.

Not bad, not bad.

In Shen Bei's eyes, those evil spirits fell in swathes, like harvested wheat.

Hmm?

The fierce glass shards swept in all directions under the impact of the aftershock. However, in just the next second, Zhuang Bifan raised an eyebrow.

Because he clearly saw that the evil spirits he had scattered and turned into dissipated mist had actually re-condensed into physical forms in the air, and their numbers seemed to have not decreased at all!

"Be careful!"

In a flash of lightning, Shen Bei also discovered this point, his eyebrows furrowed, and he shouted sharply:

"In this gray mist, they might be immortal! It's Fang Han manipulating them!"

As a Fifth-Rank Martial Artist, Shen Bei was not useless. With just a preliminary exchange, he saw through the true nature of these gray mist demons, realizing that this must be a manifestation of Fang Han's ability!

"Hmm? You do have some insight."

Amidst the roaring of ten thousand ghosts and the descent of a nightmare, Fang Han's sneer rang out clearly and incomparably. Dozens of meters away, his figure was lifted by the rolling mist, walking like the monarch of countless gray mist evil beasts:

"The show has just begun, don't rush, play with me for a while longer!"

"Arrogant fellow!"

Zhuang Bifan couldn't handle it, so Shen Bei had to act!

At this instant, Shen Bei suddenly raised his hand, True Qi surging, rushing straight into the sky. The originally clear sky instantly became covered with dark, leaden clouds, as if one could reach out and touch the clouds.

Shen Bei's palm suddenly fell.

Within the leaden clouds, thunder roared and lightning boomed.

Boom...

Crack.

Lightning bloomed in the sky, and the purplish-blue lightning, like the fiercest divine punishment between heaven and earth's surface, carried the purest, most yang, and most violent damage of nature, striking into the gray mist.

The next moment.

Like several tons of explosives detonating in the air, destructive lightning energy aftershocks suddenly surged, and then hundreds of thousands of swarming gray mist demons were seen melting like ice and snow, bursting into strands of mist!

This was not all; Shen Bei's actions were even more astonishing. With the blessing of lightning, currents flashed, and every punch and kick unleashed shockwaves with flashing electric arcs. Amidst the continuous explosions of electric arcs, the gray mist demons melted like ice and snow.

And what was even more astonishing was that all the gray mist demons swept away by his electric arcs let out an inexplicable roar, and then completely dissipated in the air, unable to condense into physical forms again!

"Lightning-attribute abilities can restrain these mist ghosts!"

"Xiao Beibei, well done!"

Zhuang Bifan clearly noticed this situation and was immediately delighted.

He immediately thought that these mist ghosts were in some ways very similar to the negative energy bodies like evil ghosts in the Dungeon, and Shen Bei, who possessed the power of thunder and spent more than 300,000 electricity bills in a few days, was undoubtedly their nemesis!

"Hmm? You can actually restrain my Ash Ghost Tide?"

Amidst the surging tide of mist ghosts, Fang Han stood still at ease, and his usual playful expression, like a cat toying with a mouse, showed a slight change for the first time. His gaze instantly shifted to Shen Bei, who was slaughtering in all directions, and he said with amusement:

"Interesting ants."

At this moment, with the interference of the mist ghosts gone, Zhuang Bifan launched a fierce attack again.

The crystals in his hand re-gathered, forming a seven-colored crystal longsword.

With a slash of the seven-colored crystal longsword in his hand, a large amount of air in front of him was completely pushed away by this fierce sword, forming a vortex center where the air pressure was significantly lowered. A long rainbow Sword Qi, more than ten meters long, pierced through the air, carrying terrifying, rolling Killing Intent, breaking through the air and waves, stirring up a vast and powerful wave like a tsunami, intending to completely slay Fang Han.

Hiss!

Just as they made their move, a deafening air shriek resounded through the sky. In the rolling mist, facing Zhuang Bifan's attack, Fang Han neither dodged nor avoided, a playful smile still on his face, but his figure was instantly pierced and torn by blades and Sword Qi! However, no blood flowed from him; instead, like all the gray mist demons, he burst into large swathes of mist!

Not the main body!

With a missed strike, Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan's pupils suddenly contracted.

At this moment, the sky was dark, and within the mist tide, like the underworld, figures flickered. Around them, ghosts wailed, and one, ten, a hundred eerie and mysterious figures slowly walked out, surrounding them once again.

These dozens to hundreds of figures were not mist ghosts; they were actually a hundred Fang Hans, all identical in stature, appearance, and demeanor!

"You two are too weak."

At this moment, Zhuang Bifan was startled and alarmed. A hundred Fang Hans appeared in the mist tide, staring at Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan with playful eyes, smiling in the same tone:

"Until now, you haven't given me any surprises, so I've decided to end this boring battle as soon as possible."

Swish!

Before Fang Han's words had even fallen, a whistling sound that felt like one's Soul was being ripped out echoed in everyone's ears.

At the same time, Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan saw dozens to hundreds of Fang Hans in the rolling gray mist coldly raise their hands. Each Fang Han's arm transformed into several gray mist chains, and hundreds of thousands of gray mist chains covered the sky and earth's surface, shooting towards Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan with lightning speed!

At this instant, dead and eerie gray mist chains shuttled from all directions—front, back, left, and right. Countless bizarre sounds, whether crying or laughing, ecstatic or resentful or angry, erupted. Amidst the howling of ghosts and wolves, it felt as if the Void Realm was twisting, and all things were collapsing and in disarray, an boundless terror!

This was one of Fang Han's ultimate moves: Mist Ghost Sky Prison Lock!

"Two lowly insects, surrender to me, the great City Lord Fang Han of Black Furnace City!"

Fang Han's wild laughter echoed endlessly.

"Protect yourself!"

Zhuang Bifan shouted.

Shen Bei curled his lip: "I should be the one saying that!"