Chapter 83: Three-on-Three—A Chaotic Battle Looms

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Return to Heaven. The silver foam of the Thunder Sea blocked the golden dragon’s path. Close now, Qi could see clearly that it was a golden six-winged giant beetle.

Its appearance was not ferocious at all; rather, it gave off a cartoonish vibe, like a piece of art crafted from gold.

But when the beetle opened its mandibles, revealing sharp golden fangs, the artistic impression shattered instantly.

The fist-sized golden beetle charged into the silver vortex without hesitation.

Qi let out a muffled groan, and the silver vortex vanished. His left chest was torn open by a fist-sized bloody hole, eerily absent of any blood.

Time seemed to freeze; Qi simply lowered his head, motionless.

“How are you?” Mikoto Misaka hurried forward to check. Yet before she could reach Qi, the refined young man appeared before her, his mouth spitting out a golden flying sword, aimed straight at Mikoto.

Enraged, Mikoto pulled out another fist-sized fragment, her delicate fist struck it hard, unleashing a dazzling orange-red beam once more.

Super Electromagnetic Cannon—illuminating the world, the invincible super electromagnetic cannon tore through the sky, enveloping the refined young man as his expression changed and he frantically summoned his defensive artifact.

Even though she had witnessed it once before, the second time was just as breathtaking. The bewitching woman thought as much, but the next instant, she sensed danger—yet seemed prepared. Dozens of Foundation Establishment female corpses around her each spat out a flying sword, swirling protectively.

In the blink of an eye, a white jade sword, as cold and gentle as moonlight, swept in, breaking through a dozen swords, only to retreat without success.

“Oh my, what is Fairy Xiao Qin’s intention—attacking her own ally?” The black silk brocade curtain had been destroyed, and the two supreme flying swords that could be summoned had returned. The silver-haired woman simply reacted a bit faster.

“The demonic sect truly is full of treacherous villains. Enough talk—prepare to die.” The silver-haired woman snorted, weaving her hands as spells came forth.

“Huh, since when did Fairy Xiao Qin become prejudiced against the demonic sect? How curious,” the bewitching woman laughed in surprise.

Her answer was a fierce attack.

“Though I may not be your match, capturing me will not be so easy.” With a charming smile, the bewitching woman slapped the pink sachet hanging from her waist, releasing a fragrant breeze and summoning ten more female corpses—seven at mid Foundation Establishment, three at late stage.

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She still had cards up her sleeve; such a formation could indeed contend with the silver-haired woman for a while. “How could the demonic sect lack Foundation Establishment female corpses? I haven’t even summoned my Core Formation corpse yet—do you believe me? Oh ho ho ho ho.”

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After unleashing the super electromagnetic cannon, Mikoto finally reached Qi, and saw the fist-sized hole in his left chest.

She stared dumbly at the empty wound, no blood flowing, terrifying and ghastly. She raised her small hand, wanting to touch it, but reason told her this was wrong.

Tears streamed down, unnoticed. Though they had only known each other for less than two days, they were friends now—friends who could quarrel, laugh, understand and communicate.

There was nothing wrong with shedding tears for a friend, especially one who was wounded protecting her.

What happened to him? Why wasn’t he moving? Didn’t he say he was immortal? Why was he now so still? Even if the left chest was where the heart lay, even if the heart was gone, didn’t he say it didn’t matter? Why was he still unmoving?

Mikoto sobbed, choked with emotion.

“I’m not dead yet, I’m immortal after all.” Suddenly, a large hand covered Mikoto’s head, gently stroking her.

Mikoto shuddered, her tear-blurred vision clearing as she saw Qi lift his head, revealing a rather strange smile.

“You… you… if you’re fine, why pretend to be dead and make me… act all sentimental and cry a few tears?” Mikoto slapped away Qi’s hand, blushing with embarrassment for being seen crying.

“It’s not that I pretended, it’s just that this thing is too troublesome. I didn’t have the energy to care about anything else.” Qi reached into the bloody hole in his chest and pulled out a fist-sized golden beetle, his fingers tightly gripping it.

The beetle struggled fiercely, unable to escape Qi’s grip, which was like an iron band.

“Wow, such a cute little beetle—uh, what is this thing?” The stark contrast was due to the frantic and angry beetle opening its golden mandibles, filled with bloody flesh—terrifying indeed.

“This thing nearly ate me clean. My heart has already been devoured a dozen times.” After the beetle drilled into the silver vortex, it wasn’t much affected, directly burrowing into his left chest.

The intense pain stopped his healing; he quickly cut off the nerves near his chest, and his heart was soon consumed by the beetle.

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After devouring the heart, the golden beetle lunged toward other organs. Qi, finally reacting, squeezed it tightly, and his eaten heart regenerated swiftly.

But the beetle’s mandibles were extraordinarily fierce; muscles as tough as diamond were bitten off like tofu. It seemed to have a particular fondness for the heart, gnawing at it again.

Qi tried many methods to no avail; after losing more than a dozen hearts, he learned his lesson.

He evacuated all air from the heart’s cavity, creating a vacuum. Before it could open its shell to extend its wings, he encased everything but its mandibles in diamond, finally capturing it.

Having focused his attention on the beetle, Qi naturally couldn’t respond to Mikoto’s words.

“Such monsters! Even I’ve been wounded—truly, you must not be allowed to live.” The refined young man flew back from the horizon.

“This situation doesn’t look promising,” Qi remarked coolly.

“What should we do?”

“Three against three—what else? You take the top, I’ll go below… cough, the big-headed freak is yours. I’ll try my best to hold off that bastard.”

“This is our first time fighting side by side! It feels so exhilarating—if only our opponents weren’t such monsters.”

Qi waved his hand, his three pairs of wings unfurling as he blocked the refined young man.

The young man now wore pitch-black spiritual armor, his once refined face now cold and sinister. “I didn’t expect you to withstand my six-winged golden beetle, but since you haven’t reached Core Formation, let me show you the gap between us.”

The refined young man babbled on, but Qi simply said, “Hey, grandson, your grandpa’s calling you.”