Chapter 422: Creature Of Black
FUJIN’S CAMP WAS SET up along the border with a collection of tents and makeshift defenses. The army waiting there was restless, but Fujin held them back. He stood at the front, staring into the distance. His eyes narrowed at something faint, but he quickly brushed it off, believing it to be just the wind.
Whatever was going on in his head, he knew that he desired calamity.
"My lead, shall we depart the monks hither?" an underling asked.
"Nay..."
Fujin ordered them to wait twelve hours. After that, they would march into the emperor’s land, take what was theirs, and restore what he believed was unjustly taken. It was a simple plan, but the emotions behind it were anything but.
Who could blame him when he had lost the Five-Tails, and no one knew how? His land had also been partly destroyed, and despite accusations, no evidence of sabotage had ever surfaced regarding rival monks being the cause.
Fujin clenched his fists as he turned away from the army. Suddenly, he felt a strange feeling. Like a prickling sensation in his body. His breath hitched, and he staggered. Then the monks looked on in confusion as his body jerked uncontrollably.
"My lead, what alieth thee?!"
Fujin’s face twisted with pain, and he pushed away anyone trying to approach.
"Get away!" he shouted.
Then his legs buckled, and he stumbled back while coughing violently. The sound was harsh and unlike anything he had experienced before. Even his monks hesitated to get near. Some still tried to reach out, but he kept waving them off.
His body tensed as he tried ignoring the pain. Then suddenly, he took off running. The monks were visibly confused. They couldn’t tell whether they should follow him or not.