Chapter 2627. Killing a Deified Xenogeneic
“Lone Bamboo, if you knew it was a deified xenogeneic with an eight armor talent, why do you not know anything else about it?” The creature had just managed to slash Han Sen’s back with a silver sword light. Han Sen’s spine was visible through the gaping wound, so it warranted a complaint. “Didn’t you see the eight words on the gate? That means it has an eight armor talent,” Lone Bamboo said as he kept running. “It works like that then, does it? Those words describe whatever creature emerges? But surely, someone can’t be breeding and growing the xenogeneics in here, right?” Han Sen pondered aloud as he surveyed the area. He turned his gaze toward the gate with eight words carved into it. The text was from an ancient language of the geno universe.
“I don’t know. Even the Sky elders that discovered this place never figured out the White Jade Jing’s origin. And so, no one knows where any of these xenogeneics come from,” Lone Bamboo said, as he continued to fight the fiend and fall back whenever necessary. The two of them fought well together, but the Silver Destroyer was simply too fast. Han Sen tried to predict his enemy’s movements, but the creature’s attacks were so quick that they were unavoidable, so Han Sen’s predictive abilities were of limited use.
Many silver sword lights lit up the skies of White King City like lightning. By the time Han Sen saw these sword lights and tried to dodge, it would already be too late.
Every time he committed to an attack, he would be unable to dodge. Lone Bamboo wasn’t faring much better than Han Sen. He was accumulating wounds, as well.
The most depressing thing about this entire situation was the fact that Lone Bamboo’s purple godlight, aside from the first time he used it, was unable to land a hit on the Silver Destroyer. The creature moved faster than light itself, and whenever Lone Bamboo fired out some of his killer light, the Silver Destroyer was already gone.
None of their geno arts could land a strike on the Silver Destroyer, and even the ones that came close were broken by their foe’s sword light.
Han Sen was starting to miss the presence of Little Uncle, especially when the Silver Destroyer’s sword light went through his hand. Han Sen groaned in pain and mumbled to himself, “Little Uncle is good at getting hit! I don’t know where he is now, but it would be great if he was here.”
Seeing that he was about to get hit again, he couldn’t take it anymore. He summoned his peacock king soul robe. Rainbow substance chains gathered up around to wreathe around the feather garment.
Han Sen’s Six Core Snake Bow fired an arrow bursting with rainbow light. He had aimed it at the incoming sword light.