vrcanaries Chapter 85 Yan Zhe's Death
Chapter 85 Yan Zhe's Death
"you wanna die!"
The Wang family members, regaining their senses, changed their expressions. Wang Lao Si was so disgusted by the brains scattered on the ground that he took a few steps back. He waved to the Wang family members behind him, and the next moment, all the figures in front of Yan Huai rushed up, as if he were the most heinous criminal.
With a slight movement of his right hand, the Branding Blade seemed to sense something and flew towards Yan Huai from a distance.
The previous standoff was shattered instantly, and from that moment on, an endless war was already destined.
Yan Huai drew his sword and charged forward. He might not be a competent clan leader, but he was of the Azure Dragon clan. If he died before his clansmen, he must have been desperately protecting the Azure Dragon clan before he died, both for Yan Zhe and for Gu Ling.
The dark mist in his eyes grew thicker, but the coolness on the hilt of his sword constantly reminded Yan Huai to cherish his life and save it for dealing with these bloodthirsty members of the Wang family.
However, this long-planned plunder involved many members of the Wang family. Before one wave subsided, another arose. Apart from dealing with the traitors who had given themselves away, Yan Huai had almost no time to care about the lives of his clansmen.
After saving another member of his clan from the clutches of a traitor, Yan Huai's clothes were no longer recognizable, and neither was he himself.
"Clan leader..."
Yan Huai turned his gaze toward the direction of that clansman, his eyes unfocused, yet faint black veins appeared in his eyes.
“Your eyes…” The tribesmen were startled.
Ignoring the stares coming his way, Yan Huai stood on the blood-stained white marble bricks, gripping the Branding Blade. His body was tense, and for some reason, the murderous intent surging within him did not cause him to lose his mind. Perhaps... it was because of Yan Chen's Branding Blade, on which he had placed a soul-suppressing curse.
Yan Huai had realized that he had been kept in the dark about all of this, and that he was just one of those being kept in the dark...
"Chief, the Wang family has retreated!"
The shouts that came from the side interrupted Yan Huai's thoughts. Indeed, the Wang family seemed to have paused their attack just now, but they had not achieved their goal, so these things were far from over.
Sure enough, just as the clansmen relaxed their guard slightly, a sound like a dead tree breaking suddenly came from the remaining members of the Wang family.
As the person who spoke gradually appeared before everyone, the dark mist in Yan Huai's eyes completely broke free of its shackles.
As if drawn by some unseen force, the malevolent energy crossed the line that should have been kept within its confines, gripping Yan Huai by the throat, causing him to suffocate, tremble, and feel as if his heart was being torn apart...
Wang Mian still wore a wicked smile. He had a sharp and distinctive appearance, and although he had the face of a young man, he spoke with the voice of an old man in his seventies. He held something stained with blood in his hand, and when he saw Yan Huai, he deliberately raised it: "Yan Huai, how about it, can you recognize this thing?"
Yan Huai recognized him, how could he not recognize him...
That was one of Yan Zhe's dragon horns, carrying an aura of death, indicating that Yan Zhe was already dead when the horn was cut off...
Yan Huai's eyes were bloodshot, and black mist gradually took over his consciousness.
The moment the Soul-Suppressing Curse was destroyed, cracks appeared on the blade of the Branding Blade, and the long, drawn-out humming sound it emitted was like Yan Huai's mournful cries.
What happened next was unclear to everyone. In any case, when they came to their senses, Wang Mian had already been lifted into the air by a dragon engulfed in black mist, torn apart, and then swallowed.