Suppression

Wu Hong didn't give her a chance to breathe.

He kicked off his feet and rushed out again. The dark red afterimage flew across the square close to the ground, chasing directly in the direction of Xiao Ning'er.

His speed was slower than before, and the wound on his waist was torn open a little more during the violent exercise, and dark red blood seeped out from under the Spiritual Power film.

But he didn't care about this. His dark golden vertical pupils were locked tightly on Xiao Ning'er. His right fist was clenched again, and dark red flames condensed on the fist surface. As long as he punched her again, the woman would be completely unable to stand up.

Xiao Ning'er looked at the dark red afterimage that was getting closer and closer, and the fingers holding Short Sword were trembling. She wanted to retreat, but there was a pile of rubble under her feet, and her retreat was blocked.

She wanted to condense Thunder Spear, but the Spiritual Power in Meridians was only enough to condense a short spear, and its power was half less than before.

She held Short Sword in front of her. The shadow of Wind-Thunder Sky Sparrow barely fluttered its wings deep in her soul, and the thunder light danced weakly on the sword a few times.

Wu Hong rushed in front of her, hitting her face with a scorching wave of air.

At this moment, an invisible pressure suddenly came down from above.

The pressure came without any warning, like a mountain falling from the sky and hitting Wu Hong impartially.

His fist stopped in mid-air, less than a foot away from Xiao Ning'er's face, but he could no longer push it out.

There was a dense cracking sound under his feet, and Bluestone Slab cracked from the soles of his feet to all sides. The cracks spread like a spider web, covering an area of two feet in radius.

His knees bent a bit, and his whole body was dwarfed by the pressure. The wound on his waist burst open under the heavy pressure, and dark red blood gushed out from the tear and dripped down the waistband of his trousers.

He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks were tense, and his dark golden vertical pupils were wide open, full of disbelief.

He has never felt such pressure.

The pressure was not heavy or heavy, but it carried an irresistible sense of regularity, as if his whole body was being held down by an invisible hand, and the fingers of that hand sank into every inch of his muscles and bones, pinning him in place.

He looked at Xiao Ning'er. Xiao Ning'er was still standing there, less than a foot in front of him. She was also looking at him, her eyes were calm, her breathing was rapid, the burn on her left arm was still bleeding, and she looked extremely weak.

But that pressure didn't come from her. Her Spiritual Power wave was too weak, and it was impossible to release this level of suppression.

Wu Hong suddenly reacted. Where was the person he had been fighting with just now?

His neck turned stiffly, and his dark golden vertical pupils glanced upward.

Shen Fei fell from the sky.

He fell from the position directly above Wu Hong's head, his figure was like a dark arrow, and his speed was so fast that the surrounding air was pulled out, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

He was holding Ink Cloud in his right hand, which looked the same as usual.

But at this moment, all the ink textures on the sword light up, and a dark halo spreads from the spine of the sword to the edge lines on both sides. Every texture is shining, and the light is deep and thick, as if all the Dark Law in the Soul Sea has been poured into the sword body.

There was a sharp stinging pain from the broken left rib bone during the violent fall, and every breath was accompanied by a muffled sound squeezed from the chest. The burns on his left arm and left torso were burning under the tearing of the wind pressure.

But he couldn't care about this. He poured all the last bit of Soul Force in Dantian into the sword body of Ink Cloud. Spiritual Power poured in along the lines inside the hilt, and merged with the remaining Dark Law in the sword body, forming a deep and extremely dark light.

The light converged on the surface of the sword blade, converging into an extremely thin, almost invisible dark film of light, which lay close to the edge, quiet and deep.

Wu Hong raised his head and looked at the falling dark figure, his dark golden vertical pupils suddenly dilated at that moment. He wanted to move, get out of the way, and raise his fist to block.

But the invisible pressure pinned him to the spot, his limbs were as heavy as lead, and every inch of his muscles resisted his will.

His body was so suppressed by Power of Law that he could not move, and only the part above his neck could barely move.

He looked at Ink Cloud in Shen Fei's hand, at the quiet and deep dark film of light on the blade, at the calm expression on Shen Fei's face, and at the dark figure getting closer and closer above his head.

He opened his mouth and squeezed out a short breathy sound from his throat. The pronunciation of that syllable was different from before, with an unconcealable fear squeezed out from the deepest part of his throat.

He recognized the sword. In other words, he recognized the power on the blade.

He had seen vague descriptions of that kind of power in the ancient books of his family. It was completely different from the laws he knew. It was deeper and further, as if there was a layer above the laws that he had never touched.

He had never seen it with his own eyes and never thought he would see it with his own eyes.

That kind of power shouldn't appear in this kind of place, and it shouldn't appear in the hands of a Black Gold Rank 4-Star human being. But it appeared, right above his head, falling in a destructive manner.

Shen Fei's sword fell down.

The blade of Ink Cloud cut through the center of Wu Hong's head. When the dark light film came into contact with Wu Hong's scalp, there was no sound, no gold and iron clashing, no Spiritual Power collision, and no explosion.

Where the sword blade touched, the skin, flesh and bones on Wu Hong's head seemed to have been melted from the inside by something, silently cracking to both sides from the point of contact.

The sword edge pushed down along the crack, cutting through the skull, through the brain, through the cervical spine, through the chest, through the abdominal cavity, all the way down.

Wu Hong's dark golden vertical pupils suddenly lit up for a moment when the sword edge cut between the eyes, and then dimmed quickly, and the light was completely extinguished in a few breaths.

He opened his mouth and wanted to make a sound, but his throat had been cut open, and only dark red blood gushes out from the incision and dripped down the blade of the sword.

His body was split in two from the middle by the sword edge, and the two halves slowly fell to both sides, hitting the bluestone ground with two dull sounds.

Dark red blood gushed out from the incisions on the two halves of the body, forming a large dark wet mark in the center of the square.

Wu Hong's right hand was still in a fist position, and his left hand was pressing on the wound on the waist. The two halves of the body were turned sideways. The incision was flat and smooth, and the sections of the internal organs and bones were clearly visible. There were no signs of secondary fragmentation, as if it had been cut open by something at once.

Shen Fei fell to the ground with the sword. His feet stepped on the pool of blood between the two halves of Wu Hong's body. His knees bent a bit and he almost fell to his knees. He used Ink Cloud to support the ground, and the tip of the sword inserted into Bluestone Slab, barely stabilizing his body.

His breathing was heavy and rapid, and every rise and fall of his chest was accompanied by the dull pain of friction between broken bones. The burns on his left arm and left torso were affected again when he landed on the ground. Large blisters burst open, and the light yellow liquid mixed with blood flowed down and dripped into the pool of blood at his feet, leaving a shallow trace.

He lowered his head, held his sword and gasped for several breaths, then slowly raised his head.