555: Chapter 11: Battle against the Jin Clan, Luo Xiu kills

Under the sunlight, the armor gleamed with cold light. At this moment, he was like a Shura War God who had crossed time and space from an ancient battlefield.

An ineffable and powerful pressure slowly emanated from his body, spreading silently in all directions like an invisible tide.

His eyes were like deep cold pools, flashing with a chilling light that seemed capable of penetrating layers of mist and seeing through all the falsehoods of the world.

The Jin Clan expert's face was originally full of ecstasy, the excitement and joy of finding prey within his grasp.

However, after seeing the changes happening to Duanmu Yan, the look of ecstasy instantly froze on his face, as if time had suddenly stopped.

His eyes were like he had seen the most incredible thing, his mouth slightly open, yet he didn't know what to say.

The energy fluctuations emanating from this armor were like surging waves, impacting his senses wave after wave. Even he couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

"You... just who are you?"

The Jin Clan expert asked unwillingly, his body unconsciously taking a few steps back.

The dense killing intent made his every step seem cautious, as if he were treading on a bottomless abyss, ready to fall into endless darkness if he wasn't careful.

Duanmu Yan did not answer his question, merely staring at him coldly, his gaze like a cold blade, revealing endless chill.

At this moment, the Shura Hell Blade slowly condensed in his hand. The blade emitted a dark blue eerie light, like the ghost fire from the Nine Nether Hells.

Just a single glance made one's Soul tremble, as if the Soul was about to be sucked away by that eerie light.

He approached the Jin Clan expert step by step, and each of his steps seemed to tread on the opponent's heartstrings, making the opponent feel an unprecedented immense pressure.

That pressure was as heavy as a mountain, making the opponent's breathing difficult and heart rate accelerate.

"Since you've met me, be ready to accept the judgment of fate."

Duanmu Yan's voice was cold, each word seeming to come from an endless abyss.

The voice echoed in the air, making one feel as if an invisible large hand was tightly gripping the opponent's heart, filled with a sense of oppression.

The Jin Clan expert knew well that he was currently at an absolute disadvantage. As long as that Demon Clan expert was in the distance, there was no way he could escape.

However, the pride in his bones and his desire for survival made him unwilling to surrender so easily.

He secretly calculated in his heart that as long as he devoured this strange armor in front of him, he was confident that he could quickly restore his strength by using the powerful energy emitted by the armor. By then, there might not be no chance to escape from here.

"Strange fellow, do you really think my Jin Clan members are pushovers?"

The Jin Clan expert feigned calmness, trying to bolster his courage, but his slightly trembling voice still betrayed the fear in his heart.

But before he finished speaking, the Shura Hell Blade drew a perfect arc in the air. The speed of the swing was as fast as a flash of lightning tearing through the sky.

The blade light shone with a chilling cold light, instantly piercing through his chest.

In an instant, golden blood sprayed out from his chest like a volcanic eruption, resembling a brilliant yet cruel golden fountain.

The hot blood sprayed onto the surrounding grass, instantly dyeing the verdant grass a dazzling gold.

But the Jin Clan expert did not fall as expected. Instead, a mad smile appeared on his face, a smile filled with ferocity and desperate madness.

"Die!" he shouted, his voice filled with madness and sinister pleasure.

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Yan's pupils suddenly constricted.

The next moment, the golden blood sprayed into the air seemed to suddenly gain life, actually shooting towards Duanmu Yan in an instant.

This golden blood shimmered with an eerie light under the sunlight, like golden arrows, moving so fast that people had no time to react.

At the same time, the Jin Clan expert, using some unknown wondrous method, actually forcibly recovered from his injuries and returned to his peak state.

One could see his Aura instantly becoming powerful, a layer of dazzling golden light surrounding his body.

Immediately, he flickered and disappeared from his spot, rushing towards Duanmu Yan like a golden stream of light.

The speed was so fast that only a blurry afterimage was left; his figure was completely indistinguishable.

Facing this sudden turn of events, Duanmu Yan was surprised but not flustered.

He had anticipated this, knowing that this Jin Clan expert would not easily yield. After all, he was also a powerful figure, possessing a strong desire for survival and the pride of being a Jin Clan member.

But under the enhancement of the Shura Armor, not only was his strength greatly increased, but his abilities in all aspects, including reaction speed and prediction of danger, were also enhanced to the extreme.

He shifted his body to the side, his movements agile and light, easily avoiding the golden blood flying like arrows.

But just as the golden blood was about to miss, it actually exploded again.

The explosion of every drop of blood was like a small bomb detonating, instantly releasing a powerful force.

For a moment, a golden mist spread out, enveloping Duanmu Yan like a thick fog.

The mist seemed to carry a corrosive force. Upon contact, the surface of the Shura Armor instantly emitted a sizzling sound of corrosion, like water droplets continuously evaporating on a hot pan.

In addition, Duanmu Yan only felt that the Shura Armor had become very heavy, as if countless weights had been suddenly added.

This feeling was like being stuck in a swamp; every movement became extremely difficult, his limbs seemingly bound by an invisible force, unable to exert strength.

"Petty tricks!"

Duanmu Yan snorted coldly, his voice filled with disdain.

The power within his body surged and boiled, like magma violently churning inside a volcano about to erupt.

He activated the Shura Armor, attempting to unleash its more powerful might.

As his will moved, streams of black and red energy surged from within his body, coiling around him like agile snakes.

This energy greatly weakened the feeling of heaviness and powerlessness, and his body gradually regained its flexibility.

Immediately, his figure shot up like an enraged silver leopard, or like a dazzling silver lightning bolt, pursuing the Jin Clan expert in the direction he had disappeared.

The Shura Hell Blade in his hand condensed again. The blade emitted an even more dazzling light, the blade light like a dragon, resembling a silver dragon weaving through the night sky, tearing through the void with an unstoppable momentum.

The Jin Clan expert's figure flickered, using space to teleport. His body constantly shuttled through space like a phantom.

He attempted to use this to widen the distance between himself and Duanmu Yan, and then look for an opportune moment to counterattack.

With each teleportation, he would appear in an unexpected direction, attempting to confuse Duanmu Yan's sight.

However, would Duanmu Yan give him this chance?

The Shura Armor granted him extraordinary perception abilities, a capability to keenly sense subtle fluctuations in the surrounding space, and also a precise auxiliary combat System.

With these abilities, he could always predict the opponent's movements in advance, like a hunter who knew the whereabouts of his prey beforehand, pressing closer step by step, not giving the Jin Clan expert any chance to catch his breath.

"Shura Slash!"