Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2204: Chapter 2199: Bind Its Form, Command Its God

The journey of a hundred miles is only half done at ninety; this path of descent may indeed be unbearable for you.

The only guest who greets has now slipped away, Fu Qian sighs quietly in solitude, with no intent to blame.

Though unsure if that thing truly possesses a mind, the pressure in this situation undoubtedly increases exponentially.

Distance was never the key; what makes it ninety is the uncertainty of where the hundred miles end — boom!

Just a dozen seconds later, a muffled collision sound came.

Accompanied by a terrifying impact that seemed to crush bones.

Even the bones of a Tyrant.

It’s no longer as simple as falling from the sky and crashing onto a mountain, that feedback force at that moment felt brutally strong.

Though, at a glance, the true material was flesh.

That’s right, with the sudden brake, it’s finally no longer empty.

Even though the fog still rolls, it doesn’t hinder Fu Qian from recognizing what’s beneath his feet.

Honestly, it even feels a bit familiar.

Fat and lean interwoven, red and white contrasting, it’s chunks of organic matter similar to those wrapped around his hands earlier.

Although most of them formed relatively regular human shapes — living human shapes.

Although all were unclothed, Fu Qian even discovered they were breathing.

Of course, even like this, it doesn’t mean the earlier judgment was wrong.

All these bodies, lying or prostrate, stacked together like sandbags, truly formed the shape of a hill.

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So did I really just crash onto a mountain? Is it too literal?

Imagination is always important; it brings knowledge and sometimes confusion.

Recognizing easily that these human bodies piled up really form a hill, Fu Qian could not help but ponder its significance.

Flesh and blood certainly wouldn’t have been the touch earlier; even now, the feeling underfoot truly resembled standing on superalloy.

A group of people forming a mountain, then truly possessing the nature of a mountain?

Like said earlier, this strength is definitely extraordinary.

Perhaps not invulnerable like the Bloodline Clan had displayed before, but the level reached a quite exaggerated extent.

For me, it might not be particularly tricky, but for others, especially those of lower ranking, dealing with it would not be easy.

Is this the Power of Discipline?

Must admit, this time the target’s ability is indeed somewhat special.

Fu Qian has never forgotten the Witch’s description.

The latter clearly mentioned the Guardian Angel was formed from the flesh, will, and transcendent traits that still bear the shackles after the world’s legal barriers shattered.

And here aren’t these naked bodies of flesh?

In Fu Qian’s view, this hill is highly likely a part of the Guardian Angel.

And this scene represents the fact that both my and the Witch’s actions have been noticed, while the Guardian Angel indeed appears chaotic, acting without hesitation.

Its strategy of breaking us down individually might be maintained, just that the personnel allocation seemed contrary to what was thought earlier — I am not the one being exiled, the Witch is.

The Guardian Angel intends to solve me first.

Having ruthlessly commented on his situation, Fu Qian raised his head at a certain moment.

A cracking thunderous sound pierced his ears, seeming to even illuminate the fog.

A streak of blood lightning descended from the sky.

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It truly was blood-colored, not even a metaphor.

Although noticed not too late, the lightning indeed came too quickly.

Fu Qian did not deliberately dodge, choosing to let it strike him.

The terrifying impact, the scorching heat of the lightning, the sensation it brought was so classic.

Even according to Fu Qian’s personal assessment, the level of power was quite exaggerated, feeling no weaker than what was released with his three faces.

But if it’s only this aspect, it actually isn’t too special.

After all, the ”hill” beneath had already demonstrated.

What offered an unusual perspective was the scene after the impact.

Fu Qian looked silently at his body, there lay a large patch of thick blood.

But that wasn’t his own blood.

Such an attack doesn’t leave one completely unharmed, but it wouldn’t be so lavish either.

That was the blood of the lightning.

Or, the grand impact earlier, classic in both power and form, was composed of such material.

As for where the material came from?

Boom—

With another deafening roar, Fu Qian looked up again.

In that moment, the fog dissipated a bit.

Enough to faintly see that there were also human bodies similar to what lay beneath.

Only they weren’t densely stacked but pulled and encircled in a unique manner, floating as if weightless—like clouds.

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So this is the power of self-imposed restraint, an eye-opener.

Fu Qian still did not evade, the impact on his body appraised as undiminished in strength.

The repeated personal experiences gave him a quite direct feeling of the Guardian Angel’s power.

When the Witch introduced, she mentioned seeking restraint actively.

And for the power or authority this concept might extend into, one easy thought is ”dragging the opponent into their familiar domain,” fighting such characters likely means ”restraint” will be transmitted over.

Just like in the recently concluded mission, akin to the game rules set by the Destiny Snake.

This moment seemed to be not the case.

The essence of this power seemed, when oneself is bound, it relatively possessed the strength represented by this restraint.

For example, a mountain, for example, thunderclouds.

Of course, Fu Qian wasn’t intending to stay as a lightning rod.

Upon second confirmation, his body moved astonishingly, leaving the subsequent booming sounds to miss—what’s this?

Yet, in the next moment of this delicate operation, Fu Qian noticed another anomaly.

The body was under an incredible pull, and the force was rapidly increasing, as for the source...

Fu Qian stared in a certain direction, seeing the mist so thin it almost didn’t impair vision.

And beyond that final veil, an enormous sphere floated in the air.

Numerous human bodies embraced, forming an extremely regular shape.

Even rotating slowly, revealing blood wantonly flowing within.

The rapidly increasing gravity emanated from it, forcibly dragging him in.

What’s this? A living blood star?

Momentarily marveled again, Fu Qian could fully sense the murderous intent.

The star’s power seemed not merely gravity.

Some Bonds like a Jade Soul seemed established; escaping would not be easy.