This wasn't over yet.

As Moria's paint black claw deeply pierced Old Fu's body, a pure yet evil Devilish Qi, like a parasitic maggot, surged wildly through the wound into his limbs and Meridians, beginning to wreak havoc and corrode his internal organs and Meridians.

"Ah—!!!"

Old Fu let out a never-before-heard, bloodcurdling scream.

The excruciating pain, originating from the depths of his Soul, was a thousand times worse than any knife or sword wound.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot, filled with grotesque red veins, and his aged face twisted and deformed from the extreme agony.

"I'm going to kill you all!" he roared, his voice hoarse and filled with endless venom.

However, just as the dark green staff in his hand began to glow, high above, Yasuo's golden armor, condensed from the «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» Judgment Lightning, exploded!

"Boom—!!!"

Brilliant golden lightning, like a supernova explosion, instantly devoured everything within a hundred-meter radius!

The violent power of the thunder, mixed with the overbearing penetration and paralyzing effects of the Judgment Lightning, slammed heavily into Old Fu's defenseless body.

Even as a Rank 60 powerhouse, he was stiffened by the sudden lightning explosion, falling into a two-second forced paralysis.

Now!

In an instant, golden sword light and black claw shadows, like two incessantly entwined death tornadoes, completely submerged Old Fu's figure.

Every swing of Yasuo's kingslayer's edge brought with it a flash of golden lightning, leaving a deep, bone-visible sword mark on Old Fu's body.

Moria's Shadow Demon Claw was even more insidious and vicious; each attack landed precisely on Old Fu's vital points, and the Devilish Qi it brought continuously exacerbated his internal injuries.

"Uh ah!"

"Pfft!"

"Stop! You scumbags!"

Old Fu continuously let out painful screams and furious curses.

He wanted to resist, but the paralysis in his body made it incredibly difficult to even move a finger.

He wanted to defend, but the pervasive Devilish Qi had already thrown the energy within his body into chaos.

He could only watch helplessly as his health bar plummeted at a visible rate.

Eighty thousand.

Seventy thousand.

Fifty thousand.

...

Zhou Huai controlled Yasuo, hacking wildly, his heart undisturbed.

This old man must die.

However, the vitality of a Rank 60 powerhouse was far more tenacious than he had imagined.

Just then, a trace of desperation and madness suddenly flashed in Old Fu's cloudy eyes!

"All of you... get lost!" he roared like a cornered beast!

An unprecedented, terrifying storm, capable of destroying the world, suddenly erupted from his body!

Boom—!!!

The azure hurricane, like the wrath of a god, instantly sent Yasuo and Moria flying.

Old Fu seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity without the slightest hesitation, transforming into a stream of azure light, riding the violent hurricane, and fleeing rapidly into the distance without looking back.

His speed was extreme, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished into the thick fog.

Zhou Huai controlled Yasuo, steadying his figure in mid-air, and watched the departing stream of light, his brows slightly furrowed.

A Rank 60 powerhouse is indeed hard to kill.

He was almost chopped into mincemeat, yet he still had the strength to escape.

He quickly shifted his consciousness into Moria's body.

As his thoughts moved, the Eternal Night Domain, which had covered a two-kilometer radius, quietly receded like a fading tide.

The world once again returned to that eerie white.

Moria did not linger; his figure flickered, turning into a puddle of flowing ink, silently merging into the shadows on the ground, and chasing in the direction Old Fu had fled.

That old man, having sustained such severe injuries, surely couldn't run far.

Although Moria didn't possess Old Fu's abnormal perception ability, the other party's body was still filled with a large amount of Devilish Qi that he had instilled.

Those Devilish Qi were the best trackers.

Finding him would be easy.

...

Just as Zhou Huai expected, Old Fu, riding the hurricane, only flew less than three kilometers before his figure stumbled, losing control and falling from mid-air.

He crashed heavily into a pile of shattered ruins.

"Pfft—!"

As soon as he landed, he could no longer suppress his internal injuries and violently spat out a large mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

At this moment, almost no part of his body was intact.

His gray robe had long been stained beyond recognition by blood and dust, and he looked utterly disheveled.

He struggled to climb up from the ground, leaning against a broken stone pillar, gasping for breath.

His aged face was as white as a sheet of paper.

He vigilantly scanned his surroundings; seeing no one pursuing him through the thick fog, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Indeed.

Here, everywhere was this strange thick fog with visibility less than five meters.

Without his powerful perception ability, finding someone in such an environment would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Thinking of this, his anxious heart finally settled.

He could no longer support himself and slumped onto the ground.

"Cough cough... cough!"

Another bout of heart-wrenching coughing, and more fragments of organs were coughed out.

Old Fu looked at the puddle of black blood in his palm, his eyes flickering with endless resentment and lingering fear.

"Good! Good! Good!" he gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse.

"What a ruthless method! This time, I was truly careless!"

He never imagined that one day he would be forced to such an extent by a few juniors whose Rank was not even half of his own.

And that damned Hell-Level Dragon!

What exactly are these guys' backgrounds?!

"When I recover... I will definitely skin you all alive, dismember your bones, and scatter your ashes!"

He cursed viciously while looking down at the several grotesque claw marks on his chest.

On the wounds, wisps of black Devilish Qi, like living venomous snakes, continuously burrowed deeper into his flesh, emitting a "sizzling" corrosive sound.

"What the Hell is this?!"

Old Fu frowned tightly, immediately activating the remaining wind element power within his body, trying to dispel these strange Devilish Qi.

However, those Devilish Qi seemed to have grown into his bones and blood; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't completely clear them.

He simply stopped wasting effort.

The most urgent task was to recover from his injuries first.

With trembling hands, he pulled out a bottle of Advanced healing potion exuding a rich aura of life from the spatial ring in his bosom.

As long as he drank this potion, his health would recover by more than half.

However, just as he unscrewed the cap and was about to drink the potion in one gulp, a pair of icy, ominous claws silently extended from the black shadow beneath his feet.

A hoarse and playful voice, like a whisper from Hell, softly sounded in his ear.

"Still want revenge?"

"Too bad..."

"You don't have a chance anymore."

Those claws, like the most precise surgical knives, had already gripped Old Fu's fragile neck.

Old Fu's expression instantly froze.

He suddenly lowered his head, his cloudy eyes filled with incomprehensible, extreme terror and shock.

"You... how did you..."

"Crack—!"

A crisp sound of bone breaking interrupted his last words.

His head drooped powerlessly, and the vitality in his eyes rapidly dissipated.

His health bar was completely emptied.

A powerhouse of his generation, thus fell.

Moria's figure then slowly emerged from the shadows.

He looked at the still-warm corpse at his feet and casually tossed it aside.

"Finally got rid of this old geezer."

Zhou Huai, his consciousness within Moria, let out a long sigh of relief.

A Rank 60 powerhouse was indeed difficult to deal with.

Two S-Rank, one SS-Rank, plus a Hell-level BOSS, barely managed to kill him.

For this, a Xiang Yu was even "sacrificed."

Xiang Yu was truly pitiful.

From his birth until now, he was either being beaten or on his way to being beaten.

For this team, he endured too much.

Zhou Huai silently mourned for him for two seconds in his heart.

After doing all this, he squatted down and began to search Old Fu's body.

A moment later, he stood up, holding only an ancient-looking spatial ring.

Zhou Huai extended a wisp of Mental Energy into it.

The space inside was not large, with a dozen or so magic crystals scattered about, and a pile of great xia currency totaling no more than a hundred thousand.

In the corner, there were also some small amounts of recovery potions, and a few pieces of equipment around Rank 60.

Only a small portion was Epic-Rank; most were merely fine quality.

Zhou Huai pouted.

"After all that, turns out he's a pauper."

"You, a Rank 60 big shot, with only this much wealth? How dare you even venture out?"

He unceremoniously looted everything.

Having done all this, Zhou Huai did not linger.

People from the Radiant Alliance and the Liu family could pursue him at any time.

Controlling Moria, his figure flickered, once again transforming into a puddle of flowing ink, and completely disappeared into the endless thick fog.