115: Chapter 115 Bing Fire Yang Thunder

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, carrying a heavy, decaying scent like a mix of rust and fishy water, pressing down heavily on everyone's chest.

That ancient stone well looked like the single eye of a giant beast spying on the mortal world.

The edges of the pitch-black well mouth were covered in slippery moss and dark stains, vaguely outlining the marks of countless times it had been grasped by hands or rubbed by heavy objects.

From within the well walls, a faint, scalp-numbing rustling sound drifted out.

It sounded as if countless fine strands of hair were rubbing and entangling with each other, or like the final sigh of a drowning victim beneath the water.

Chen Zilong and the other three stood not far from the well mouth, their figures as straight as pines,

but their expressions were so solemn they looked as if they could drip water.

Black hair-like things suddenly shot out from the well, wrapping around the necks of the four.

This black hair tightened more and more.

Crucially, Chen Zilong had just unleashed the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder, but it seemed to have little effect.

Deep within Chen Zilong's pupils, the original deep black suddenly faded away.

In its place was an eerie crimson, as if lava were flowing within them.

Then, that red color violently exploded!

It transformed into two condensed, solid red lightning snakes, accompanied by a faint but piercing crackling sound.

They shot directly from his eyes, tearing through the heavy air and ruthlessly plunging into the bottomless well!

That crimson lightning was not pure light, but rather a torrent of energy containing extreme masculinity and destructive will.

This was the Supreme Fire Divine Thunder among the Five-Star Divine Thunders—the Bing Fire Yang Thunder.

This thunder could directly obliterate souls, Nascent Souls, and even Primordial Spirits.

"Sizzle—!"

The moment the lightning vanished into the well, no scream came immediately. Instead, there was a sound of intense corrosion, like hot oil being poured onto snow.

Immediately after, several female shrieks of varying pitches, all shrill to the extreme, suddenly erupted!

The sound did not come from a single source.

It was as if the voices of several, or even a dozen women, were layered together.

It was filled with pain, resentment, and an inhuman sense of distortion.

It was so sharp it almost pierced their eardrums.

It echoed repeatedly through the woods, stirring up even more invisible chills.

Almost at the same time Chen Zilong acted, Lu Bingyun and Ye Xishui were also ready.

The two women's eyes met; without words, a tacit understanding was born.

Their slender, fair fingers moved rapidly in the air, forming complex and profound hand seals, with glimmers of pale green and moon-white flowing from their fingertips.

As the seals were completed, the air around them suddenly became incredibly sharp.

Countless translucent Sword Glows, condensed as if solid, appeared out of thin air, emitting a clear "humming" sound.

These Sword Glows were as fine as cow hair, yet they flickered with a cold light sharp enough to cut gold and jade.

They slowly rotated around the two women, making them look like sword immortals, yet carrying a chilling intent to kill.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The Sword Glows, as if guided, turned into two violent metallic torrents, accurately slashing at the red hair that was wrapped like living things around their necks, wrists, and ankles.

The hair was exceptionally tough; its collision with the Sword Glows actually produced the sound of clashing metal and even sent out sparks.

With every cut, a large amount of hair broke off, falling to the ground and twisting violently like dying earthworms.

But the hair gushing from the well seemed endless. As one batch was severed, more surged forth immediately, carrying a cold, slimy moisture as they tried to entangle them again.

Tu Shan Xiaoxiao's pretty face was pale, and fine beads of cold sweat had already broken out on her forehead.

Enduring the suffocating sensation of her throat being constricted and the bone-piercing chill from the hair, she took a deep breath, and the demon power within her body circulated frantically.

She opened her mouth slightly, and a ball of emerald-green flame suddenly spat out.

This flame was completely different from her usual lively and cute temperament; its color was as deep as ghost fire, and instead of bringing warmth as it burned,

it caused the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees further, and a strange, burnt smell with a faint sandalwood-fishy scent filled the air.

The Demon Fox Flame attached itself to the black hair, immediately producing a "sizzling" burning sound.

The green fire spread tenaciously. Wherever it passed, the hair quickly became charred and brittle, finally creating better conditions for the Sword Glows to strike.

Seeing that conventional means were difficult to completely clear these eerie hairs, a cold light flashed through Chen Zilong's eyes like an ice blade.

His thoughts turned rapidly as his internal Nascent Soul surged, communicating with the spiritual essence of heaven and earth.

Above the well mouth, the previously clear sky suddenly turned pitch black. Heavy dark clouds, as if pulled by an invisible giant hand, gathered instantly, hanging so low they seemed ready to crush the eaves.

Within the dark clouds, azure lightning darted and condensed frantically, emitting a dull roar like the beating of ten thousand drums.

In the blink of an eye, an azure bolt of lightning as thick as a courtyard pillar suddenly condensed into a massive lightning sword with clearly visible details!

Runes flowed over the sword's body, and lightning snakes entwined it. Carrying an aura of judgment like heavenly might, it crashed through the cloud curtain.

It didn't strike the well mouth directly, but instead followed a mysterious trajectory, slamming toward the void above the well that was filled with thick resentment and black mist!

"Rumble—!!!"

The Giant Lightning Sword collided with the invisible resentment, erupting in a deafening explosion.

In an instant, with the well as the center, azure lightning snakes and crimson afterglows darted, intertwined, and exploded frantically, like a destructive flower of lightning blooming.

The blinding light illuminated the entire courtyard as bright as day, instantly dispelling part of the viscous darkness.

The rampaging current formed a massive electrical net, covering all the space near the well mouth.

Faced with the supreme Yang power of the thunder, those tough red hairs finally emitted an overburdened wail and turned into ashes in large patches.

"Ah—!"

The mixed screams of those women, now even more shrill and painful, came from the well again.

But this time, the screams seemed to be laced with a hint of shock, anger, and disbelief.

Taking this opportunity, the last few strands of black hair wrapped around the four people's necks finally lost their vitality completely.

As if their life had been drained, they went limp, let go, fell to the ground, and then dissipated into black mist.

Just as Chen Zilong breathed a small sigh of relief and prepared to step forward to check the well, another change occurred!

"Not good!"

His face changed drastically, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of needlepoints.

An unprecedented sense of crisis poured down from his head like ice water, instantly freezing his entire body.

He tried to move his feet, but found they were as if cast into the earth, unable to move an inch.

"The rest of you, run!"

His voice took on a hint of urgent raspiness due to his body's stiffness.

"Senior Brother, what about you?"

Hearing this, Tu Shan Xiaoxiao subconsciously wanted to move closer to Chen Zilong.

But she was horrified to find that her own legs and feet were also not obeying her, as if countless invisible cold palms were reaching out from underground, tightly gripping her ankles.

All color drained from her pretty face, and her lips trembled slightly, revealing an unmaskable panic.

"I can't move," Chen Zilong's voice was low, carrying a hint of bitterness.

He tried to use his Nascent Soul power to break the restraint, but found the invisible pressure was like a swamp; the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Lu Bingyun and Ye Xishui also discovered their own predicaments at the same time.