Starting From Douluo, Glory is Invincible

Chapter 513: Hold on, are you afraid?

Thousands of miles away, in the land of the Demon Spirit Clan, in the Spirit Mansion, rows of ancient soul lamps were burning quietly under the dim lights. These soul lanterns represent every important member of the Demon Spirit Clan. The brightness of the lights directly reflects the vitality of the corresponding clan member.

In this long silent night, a guard is watching these soul lanterns intently. He has a heavy responsibility, and the abnormality of any soul lantern cannot be ignored. Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on one of the soul lamps. It was the soul lamp of Young Master Qiankun. It was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A strong uneasiness surged in the guard's heart, and he subconsciously wanted to inform the masters of the clan. However, the moment he turned around, the soul lamp representing Young Master Qiankun was completely extinguished.

"No!" The guard screamed in horror. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, and his whole body seemed to have been drained of strength. He stood there blankly.

This scream broke the silence of Ling Mansion, and soon, an expert heard the sound and came over. "What happened?" A master from the Demon Spirit Clan asked in a deep voice.

The guard pointed with trembling fingers at the extinguished soul lamp, his lips trembling, but he couldn't say a word for a long time. The Demon Spirit Tribe master looked in the direction of the guard's finger. When his eyes touched the extinguished soul lamp, his pupils shrank instantly and there was a look of disbelief on his face.

"How...how is this possible?" He exclaimed, "Young Master Qiankun's soul lamp has gone out, which means that he...he is dead!"

This news was like a bolt from the blue, causing an uproar within the Demon Spirit Clan. Young Master Qiankun is one of the most famous geniuses of the Demon Spirit Clan, and his death is undoubtedly a huge blow to the Demon Spirit Clan.

"Who is it? Who killed Young Master Qiankun?" the Demon Spirit Clan master roared, his eyes red, full of anger and murderous intent.

The guard had regained some consciousness at this moment. He said in a trembling voice: "It's...it's Jiao who made the human! I...I saw him with my own eyes...he fought with Young Master Qiankun, and then...then Young Master Qiankun...died..."

“Jiao is a human being!” The master of the Demon Spirit Tribe said the name through gritted teeth, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. “No matter where he escapes to, we will cut him into pieces to avenge Young Master Qiankun!”

At this moment, Zhao Feiyu did not know that there had been an uproar within the Demon Spirit Clan because of what he and Lin Fan had done. He fled Pangcheng with the dying Lin Fan, ran all the way, and finally stopped in a dense forest three hundred miles away from Pangcheng. Zhao Feiyu carefully placed Lin Fan on the ground. Looking at his tattered body and dried blood, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart. He could not imagine what kind of hardships and pain Lin Fan had to go through in the previous battle to escape from the Heavenly Ghost Burial Road.

"Junior brother, you actually broke the Demon Spirit Tribe's forbidden technique, the Heavenly Ghost Burial Path." Zhao Feiyu murmured to himself, "This technique is too powerful, injuring the enemy eight hundred and damaging yourself a thousand. What on earth did you do? Arrived?"

 However, Lin Fan had fallen into a deep coma and was unable to answer Zhao Feiyu's questions. Zhao Feiyu sighed. He knew that now was not the time to ask these questions. The top priority was to heal Lin Fan's injuries and prolong his life.

Zhao Feiyu stretched out his palm and put it on Lin Fan's vest, and began to pump vitality into him. With the input of vitality, Zhao Feiyu's face gradually turned pale, but he had no intention of stopping. He knew that Lin Fan's injuries were much more serious than he thought. All his internal organs were damaged, and his vitality was so weak that it could be extinguished at any time.

With Zhao Feiyu’s full rescue efforts, Lin Fan’s breath finally stabilized a little. Zhao Feiyu breathed a sigh of relief and took back his palm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He knew that he could not stay here for long now and had to take Lin Fan away from the Demon Spirit Tribe's sphere of influence as soon as possible. Otherwise, they would face a life and death crisis once the Demon Spirit Tribe's masters caught up with them.

“Junior brother, hold on, we will definitely return to the door alive.” Zhao Feiyu carried Lin Fan on his back and sped away into the distance. Their figures quickly shuttled through the dense forest and soon disappeared into the night.

At the same time, a crazy revenge against Zhao Feiyu and Lin Fan has quietly begun in the Demon Spirit Clan. All the masters of the Demon Spirit Tribe vowed to find the murderer of Young Master Qiankun and cut him into pieces to comfort the Young Master's spirit in heaven.

However, Zhao Feiyu and Lin Fan had already traveled far away. They traveled all the way through mountains and rivers and went through countless hardships and finally returned to the door. With the help of the elders in the sect, Lin Fan's injuries were effectively treated and he gradually regained his vitality.

 Zhao Feiyu also received awards and reuse from the sect because of this incident. He was deeply moved and knew that he was able to return to the door alive all because of Lin Fan's persistence and hard work. He made up his mind to work harder to cultivate in the future to win glory for his sect and avenge his junior brother!

 (End of this chapter)