Returning to the Mysterious Era

Chapter 88 - Third Senior Brother

Cassius panted heavily. Now he understood why the Wind Elephant Sect had been annihilated. They hadn\'t been fighting humans at all; they had been fighting a group of monsters from who knows where!

A group of powerful monsters with super healing abilities and who could transform for a second time. Once the cloaked men turned blood-red, they were at the level of novice pugilists—those who had just broken through human limits but had yet to consolidate their strength.

Although they were no match for Cassius in a one-on-one battle, there were over a hundred of them here. Cassius had to use his accelerated blood flow ability and the deadly moves from the Wind Elephant Fist to fight just one. Even at full power, he knew he could only handle three blood-red cloaked men at once. Facing five at the same time would mean certain death, regardless of how hard he fought.

His breathing turned erratic at the thought of this.

Suddenly, screams rent through the air. Some blood-red cloaked men had caught a few disciples of the Wind Elephant Sect. They held them aloft and ripped them apart, their blood blending in with the rain as it splashed to the ground. Some teachers were overwhelmed by four or five cloaked men. One of them tore off a teacher\'s arm, and then, unable to fend off the rest with the remaining arm, brutally dismembered the teacher.

The scenes matched Li Wei\'s memories perfectly. That horrifying nightmare surfaced, little by little, in the rain, bringing a suffocating despair that devoured everything up.

"Ah!!!"

From the depths of the cloaked men\'s encirclement, an elder roared, sweeping his arms horizontally. His immense power briefly created a clearing around him, cutting down four or five cloaked men who fell to the ground.

However, the surrounding "beasts" showed no fear. Instead, they rushed forward even more ferociously. They utilized their bodies as weapons and didn\'t even bother dodging. Moments later, a scream erupted from the densely packed center. The Wind Elephant Sect elder had been piled to death by "pugilists."

On the other side, Moses roared, "Lance!"

His strong, bear-like body crushed forward as he swung his arms, knocking down the cloaked attackers.

Lance, who was being attacked, stood trembling in the heavy rain. His slender body was covered in blood, his right hand pressing hard against his left shoulder. His left arm had fallen somewhere to the ground, blood gushing from the open wound. Lance looked up. His tea-green hair was plastered to his forehead, a huge slash across his face that ripped his once delicate and beautiful features apart. He was an agile fighter, but everywhere he looked, he was surrounded by cloaked figures. Just a slight hindrance to his movement, and it had led to this outcome. The intense pain made Lance\'s body shake to no end.

He forced an ugly smile at Moses. "Forget about me. Maybe you can still escape."

"There\'s...no way out...anymore..." Moses turned slightly. There was a large wound, a twisted mess of red muscle and fabric, on his waist.

"Alright. Okay. I never thought we\'d end up dying here together. What a stupid way to die!" Lance and Moses stood back-to-back, assuming the Wind Elephant Sect\'s fighting stance.

They scanned around and spotted a large group of cloaked men rushing toward them. Despite how dire the situation was looking, they still bickered.

"Sissy, since we still have some time, hurry up and fulfill your promise. Call me Third Senior Brother! And no joking around," Moses said cheekily, a smile on his face.

"In your dreams." Lance\'s voice was hoarse, air leaking through his punctured lips and part of his mouth.

"Planning on breaking your promise, huh? Hiss... And here I thought you were someone who kept their word, Sissy." Moses furrowed his brows, the pain in his waist already affecting his thoughts.

Lance was adamant. "You damn bear, don\'t even think about it. You\'ve never called me Third Senior Brother before. If you want me to call you that, then you\'ll have to wait until the next life to hear it!"

The dozens of cloaked men were closing in. Their evil, bloody aura completely overwhelmed the two of them.

Moses squinted his eyes. "Sissy, I think this is really it for us this time."

"Yeah. You\'re about to turn into a dead bear." Lance attempted to smile.

A faint murmur came from behind. "Third Senior Brother..."

Lance\'s eyes widened. "What did you say, you damn bear?!"

"I said! Third! Senior! Brother! Ahhhhh!"

The two figures roared and charged toward the horde of monsters.

Nearly a hundred meters away, the protective net around the Wind Elephant Sect\'s team had been torn to shreds. There had originally been over a dozen masters; now there were only three or four left. Half of the elite disciples they had been protecting had also fallen. At the vanguard, a single figure was fighting madly.

Hykal was holding off ten blood-red monsters with just one arm. Every inch of his body was covered in wounds. The muscles of his fighting arm were torn, revealing the white bones underneath. Out of his five fingers, only his thumb remained. Despite all this, Hykal continued to fiercely repel the enemies with the palm of his hand.

Boom!

Using his one palm, he flipped over a cloaked man. His vision drifted over to where the Wind Elephant Sect\'s high-level members were battling from afar. Originally, there had been five people; now only Belon remained, desperately fighting to hold off at least half the enemy\'s firepower.

"Hykal!!!" A roar echoed from afar.

Hykal couldn\'t help smiling bitterly to himself. He understood Belon\'s intent. They had already tried to flee several times, but none of the attempts proved successful. Still, he turned his head to Jadice who was beside him. "Jadice, grab whoever is still alive and get out of here! I\'ll clear the way for you!"

"Yes." Jadice\'s punch went clean through an enemy and she rushed over.

Thus, Hykal stood at the forefront like a steel blade with a group of people following like the blade\'s body and handle. However, even the sharpest blade can wear down, especially a blade with missing parts, and Hykal\'s entire hand had been worn down to a bloody mess. All that was left were a mangled wrist and the white bones of his forearm. But he still charged ahead.

Suddenly, a cloaked man who had been sneaking around launched a surprise attack from the side, forcibly ripping off Hykal\'s remaining right arm.

Now, Hykal was left with just his legs. He snarled and shouted for the others to leave immediately. He then went after the cloaked men who were in hot pursuit of them, his figure gradually being torn apart.

On the other side, the number of cloaked men was relatively sparse. Blood and severed limbs were scattered all over the path, filling the muddy pits created by their footsteps with pink rainwater. The puddles on the dirt road reflected the light filtering through the slivers in between the dark clouds. Countless raindrops descended like sharp needles, piercing painfully into the skin.

The rain fell around a tall, strong, but severely injured, young man desperately protecting the small figure behind him. He fought back like a mad dog and endured the attacks coming at him from every direction.

He swung his fists wildly. His vision was a sea of red; all he saw were enemies. The warmth from the figure behind him kept his nerves taut.

Get out! Get out! I have to get Teacher out! We will definitely escape! Definitely!!!