Chapter 441: Chapter 272: Real Sister, Real Older Sister? I Want Them All! (Please Subscribe)
The massive Devil City, towering there, as if it was the end of the sky.
This Devil City, though called a city, is in fact a natural marvel crafted by the spirits, with huge crimson stone pillars and rock formations like mushroom clouds, making one feel exceptionally diminutive.
Even Shen Ying and Feng Ling’er, though veterans of the Martial World, had never seen such a sight.
Such a ghostly place, if not to avenge the extermination of one’s family, they probably wouldn’t visit in their lifetime.
For these past few days, the desert had already given them a hard time.
For instance, due to the scarcity of drinking water, their lips were somewhat cracked, and their skin had been tanned a bit.
Yet, upon beholding this scene, they couldn’t help but marvel at the wonder of the landscape.
The saying ’it’s easier to watch the mountain than to walk over it’ applied to Devil City just the same.
The trio had seen it from afar in the afternoon, and after advancing for a whole hour at an increased pace thanks to their movement technique, they still hadn’t arrived.
At this moment, Shen Ying suddenly stopped and said, "Wait."
Then she bent down to the ground, pressing her ear against the earth, listening attentively.
Duan Yun and Feng Ling’er looked ahead to see nothing but the vast spread of yellow sand, no signs of anomaly to be found.
"There’s something in the sand," Shen Ying said.
No sooner had her words fallen than the sand dune in front of them indeed started to stir.
Part of the dune’s yellow sand began surging upward, as if something wanted to crawl out of it.
Seeing Shen Ying’s serious expression, Feng Ling’er couldn’t help but draw her sword unconsciously.
Even if a ghoul were to burrow out from the sand, she was determined to nail it alive.
With a ’snap’, the surface of the sand dune split open, and an ugly head emerged.
Almost at the same instant, Feng Ling’er’s sword was already in action.
The ugly head was pierced by the sword in a flash, its blood turning the yellow sand red, and its body was dragged out by Feng Ling’er’s sword.
What surfaced was a true abomination, an appalling monster that looked like a gecko but was more than ten times larger.
The desert lizard struggled for a moment on the tip of the sword, then died.
Feng Ling’er shook off the corpse from her sword, grumbled in frustration: "Was this the movement you heard from the scalding ground? Are you trying to turn yourself into a grilled stone slab?"
Shen Ying had yet to stand up, and replied, "It’s coming."
No sooner had she spoken than the entire desert suddenly came alive.
The movement startled Feng Ling’er.
At this point, even Duan Yun had drawn his blade.
The commotion in the sandy landscape was incomparable to that of before—the sand surged incessantly, like spouting fountains, giving the entire desert a boiling illusion.
Duan Yun turned around to find that the dunes behind them were boiling just the same.
If all beneath were lizards, how many would there be? Would Indian rejoice madly?
Swish, swish, swish!
Suddenly, the sound of cutting through the air was incessant.
From beneath the yellow sand, trails of black shadows shot out like arrows.
Duan Yun snagged a pitch-black poisonous snake between his fingers.
This poisonous snake had a green crest on its head, looking as if it wore a green hat, feral and fierce, wriggling its body aiming to bite at Duan Yun’s hand.
A flick of Duan Yun’s fingers, and the brain of the green-hatted snake burst apart.
But by this time, thousands upon thousands of snakes were slithering frenetically across the desert sands.
To be honest, the three had never seen so many snakes before.
These snakes slithered around with enough numbers to blot out the sun, reminding Duan Yun of a flock of flying fish he had seen in a documentary from a previous century.
The sight of the fish jumping out of the ocean was akin to a drifting downpour—now before them was a similar ’rain’.
A rain comprised of pitch-black snakes.
These green-crested black snakes were many, moved quickly, and seemed especially malignant.
Some launched themselves at the trio to bite; some, even when cleaved into two, still writhed and aimed to bite, and if they missed, they would forcefully spray their green venom.
They seemed quite petty-hearted, as if determined to bite off a piece of flesh from a person even in death.
Duan Yun was someone who particularly despised small-mindedness, in humans and snakes alike.
He couldn’t help but draw the Yuxiao, ready to unleash the Endless Electric Sword, and put an end to this whole wretched and petty bunch of snakes.
At this juncture, Shen Ying intervened: "You can’t just kill indiscriminately!"
Feng Ling’er immediately understood, and while keeping the plunging snakes at bay with her sword, she said: "We’re not far from Yellow Jade Island, too much electricity will reveal us."
Indeed, even though Duan Yun hadn’t made his move yet, they could already envision a sky where snake rain turned into a thunderstorm, and black snakes became grilled snake meat.
It was too great a spectacle.
Old Demon Duan’s moves were the kind that aimed to wipe out a whole species.
But the black snakes were quite a nuisance, ceaselessly charging at the trio; their vision was filled with nothing but snake shadows, their ears ringed with the whipping sounds of the snakes.
"Come to me."
Shen Ying called out.
As she spoke, she suddenly embraced them both from the left and right, holding Duan Yun and Feng Ling’er tightly.
Before Duan Yun could even quip about her audacity to Left and Right Embrace him and his Lady, his vision suddenly went white.
Shen Ying had activated the Nine Death Silkworm Armor, enshrouding them all together.
The Nine Silkworm Silk wound around the trio, layer upon layer, keeping the snakes at bay.
Wrapped together by the silks, Duan Yun, Feng Ling’er, and Shen Ying did not know whether it was due to their tacit understanding or all possessing lower temperament, but the words "sharing the same blanket" popped into all of their minds.
At this moment, wrapped up in the silk, weren’t they covered under the same blanket?
"This!"
"This is giving Old Demon Duan an advantage," the two women thought at the same time.
Soon after, the two ladies looked at Duan Yun, and he returned the gaze.
It couldn’t be denied that in the translucent, crystal-clear Nine Death Silkworm Silk that seemed like a dreamy filter, the already beautiful Feng Ling’er and Shen Ying appeared even more radiant.
Of course, Duan Yun was no less generous in this respect.
Once they realized Duan Yun was staring at them, both women snapped back to reality and in unison said: "Don’t even think about it!"