You said you could kill the evil spirits without me, why are you crying now?

Chapter 295 They Will Chew You Up Bit By Bit

People's eyes were involuntarily focused on,

The monk who seemed ordinary but exuded an extraordinary aura.

He clasped his hands together and chanted "Amitabha" softly.
Although the sound was as gentle as the breeze, it contained a magical power to soothe people's hearts.
It can give those around you, whose nerves are tense due to fear, a moment of relief and tranquility.

The eyelids of the abbot of Tonghua drooped slightly, covering his eyes that were as deep as a pool of water.
Only a faint shadow is left, making it difficult to peek into the vast world inside.

The pair of seemingly ordinary hands were slowly turning a string of ancient Buddhist beads.

At first glance, the string of Buddhist beads looked ordinary, with a surface as smooth as a mirror. Each bead exuded a warm luster, obviously having been polished and baptized for countless years.

However, it is this seemingly ordinary string of Buddhist beads.
Occasionally, a golden Buddha light would flicker faintly inside the beads.

The Bishop of the Holy See of Light gently stroked the gem ring with his fingers.

The ring sparkled brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a bright star.

There was a hint of amusement and thought in his eyes, and he was obviously trying to figure out the identity and purpose of this mysterious monk.

However, the abbot of Tonghua still maintained his indifference and detachment.
It was as if all the noise and chaos around him had nothing to do with him.

He just sat there quietly, turning the Buddhist beads in his hands.

Even Uzi, who was fighting fiercely with Xiao Cangqing, couldn't help but look over here a little more.
Because of the energy fluctuations emitted by the monk just now, Uzi had to be distracted and on guard.

In Uzbekistan's heart, the power at that moment was so great that even Xiao Cangqing was unable to match it.

While Uzi was distracted, Xiao Cangqing's attack was already coming like a gust of wind.

The moment the butcher knife was swung, the world was enveloped by an extremely cold atmosphere.

It was not just the roar of metal colliding, but also the wailing and screaming from the abyss of hell, shrill and desperate.
Just like thousands of lonely ghosts crying helplessly in the dark night.

These voices interweave into an invisible web of terror.
It tightly wraps every inch of space on the battlefield, making people feel cold and their souls tremble.

With a flash of blade light, the ancient seal on the butcher knife was suddenly torn apart, and millions of evil spirits broke free from their long-standing imprisonment.

They were no longer illusory existences, but turned into solid black shadows, sweeping in like a violent storm.

These evil spirits have different shapes. Some have distorted faces and bared fangs, like demons from hell. Some wear broken armor and hold broken blades, like warriors returning from ancient battlefields. Some are headless and faceless, with only twisted black mist left, circling and dancing in the air, like strange ghosts.

They were like wild beasts that had been imprisoned for thousands of years. Once they were freed, they displayed terrifying ferocity and madness.

Wu Zi only felt a black screen before his eyes, and then he was completely swallowed up by the surging darkness.

His hands, shoulders, neck, head, and every part of his body,
At this moment, they were tightly grasped by countless ice-cold hands.

Those hands were pale and slender, with a faint blue light at their fingertips.

They either entangled or pulled, binding Uzi tightly in a cage woven by evil spirits.

All around, there was endless darkness and silence, with only the roar of evil spirits echoing in my ears.

Their voices were filled with hatred and hunger, as if they wanted to treat Uzi as a meal and tear it up bite by bite.

Those rotting, iron-blue faces loomed in the dim light.
Their eyes are empty and deep, yet they reveal a heart-pounding persistence and madness.

Staring at Uzi, it was like watching a feast about to be staged, waiting for the moment to dismantle him. Uzi felt as if he was thrown into an endless dark quagmire.

He was surrounded by a sticky and cold swamp, and every struggle only made him sink deeper.

The power of those evil spirits is strong and strange. They seem to be able to see through every thought of Uzi.
Predict his every move and set up a dragnet in advance, leaving him nowhere to escape.

At this critical moment, the butcher's knife was like the scythe of the god of death, carrying endless murderous intent and curses, and it chopped fiercely at Uzi's head.

The air was filled with suffocating tension and fear.

With his amazing will and survival instinct,
It was an almost instinctive reaction between life and death.

He twisted his body abruptly, causing his head to deviate from the fatal trajectory.
But the sharp blade still mercilessly cut across his shoulder, leaving a shocking scar.

This blow almost tore most of Uzi's shoulder off his body, and the damaged wound was too painful to look at.

There was no warm blood gushing out of the wound, only a dead blue-gray color.

His body had long lost the nourishment of blood and became as desolate as a desert.

The evil spirits on the butcher knife smelled the breath of death, and they took advantage of this opportunity to rush into Uzumaki's open wound like a tide.

These evil spirits, with their own unique curses and grudges,

Wandering freely in Uzi's body, looking for a new host or a target of destruction.

But there is some extraordinary power in Uzi's body that silently resists the invasion of these outsiders.

When everyone's eyes were focused on Uzna's dissected body, they all felt a palpitation and shock.

The blue muscles and bones looked particularly strange and eerie in the dim light.

Although their structure is similar to that of humans, they reveal a coldness and deathly silence that does not belong to this world.

Without the nourishment of blood and the beating of life, this body has transcended the boundary between life and death and become a horrifying existence between existence and nothingness.

There was finally a hint of relief in Xiao Cangqing's crazy and cruel eyes, because he also realized that Uzi was extremely difficult to deal with.

Fortunately, the knife hit the target. Although it killed five million people, it was also cursed by the souls of five million people, so the power of the curse has been attached to the knife.

Every time someone swings the butcher knife to kill, the curse will spread and cover them, and they will never be able to get rid of it.

This means that once Uzi is hit by this butcher knife, he will lose all his previous advantages.

"You should never, ever, mess with us vampires.

But it's too late to regret. Prepare to fall into hell forever and stay with these five million dead souls.

They will chew you up bit by bit, then regenerate and chew you up again.
Keep repeating this process of tormenting you, making you want to neither live nor die."

Xiao Cangqing's vicious voice kept floating into Uzi's ears.

At the beginning of the confrontation between the two, Wu Zi made Xiao Cangqing lose face, so Xiao Cangqing now wishes to grind Wu Zi to ashes!

Uzi sneered, not caring about the hideous wounds on his body, and swung out with his right hand violently.

(End of this chapter)