In the depths of the Shackling Prison, the battle between Feixiao and Fenghuang continued.
On the side, the heavily injured Xueyi had temporarily lost consciousness, her broken body rolled to one side.
Fenghuang swung his sharp claws, about to pounce on Feixiao, but she easily sidestepped to dodge. And as she dodged, she even reached out, grabbed his arm, and threw him into the distance.
Fenghuang crashed heavily onto the ground, creating a deep crater in the sturdy floor of the prison.
Feixiao advanced again, swinging her sharp blade towards his chest. Fenghuang hastily dodged, but a deep wound was still left on his abdomen.
There had been many such wounds in the battle between them. Feixiao was a general of the Yaoqing; Fenghuang was no match for her. He was only barely holding on by using the power of the Crimson Moon to rapidly recover.
Fenghuang wasn't just passively taking a beating. After receiving a few more wounds that would have been fatal to anyone else, he discovered a problem.
He quickly retreated to a distance and looked at Feixiao. "You have the bloodline of the Borisin."
He wouldn't be mistaken about this kind of bloodline power. The Foxian woman before him also had the blood of the Borisin. Fundamentally, Foxians and Borisin shared the same roots; interbreeding between them was not an issue.
"So what?"
Feixiao's attacks didn't weaken in the slightest; in fact, they seemed to grow stronger. The fact that she was once a Borisin battle slave was something the entire high command of the Xianzhou Alliance knew clearly.
So what if she had the Borisin bloodline now?
Did that hinder her from leading the Azure-Fox Army to kill one Abomination of Abundance after another?
It did not.
"Can you really use the Borisin bloodline to suppress me?"
"That's impossible. Every new War-pride of the Borisin must tear open the chest of the previous one to succeed the throne. If there were any bloodline suppression techniques, the title of War-pride would never have fallen to me."
Fenghuang explained with a loud laugh as he endured Feixiao's attacks.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with immense excitement.
Before, when he heard Ahema describe the current state of the Borisin, he was very angry. With such Borisin, how could the clan grow and prosper?
Coupled with Phantylia's schemes and the Xianzhou Alliance's pursuit, Fenghuang felt that even if he could successfully escape the Luofu and return to the Borisin camp, and even if he managed to transform some Foxians on the Xianzhou into Borisin, it would still be very difficult for the Borisin to develop.
He had felt a hint of despair in his heart just now.
But that despair, upon discovering Feixiao of the Xianzhou Yaoqing, made him instantly see a new path.
A path that could lead the new Borisin to glory.
Things he couldn't do, an Emanator-level powerhouse might not be unable to do.
Feixiao swung her blade at Fenghuang. But this time, to her surprise, Fenghuang didn't dodge or evade, but instead met her weapon with his chest.
The sharp blade cut open Fenghuang's chest.
"This is the ritual of succession for every Borisin War-pride. The new War-pride tears open the chest of the old one and takes out the Crimson Moon from within," Fenghuang said to Feixiao with a grin.
Upon seeing the Crimson Moon appear, Fenghuang was convinced he had won. If this Crimson Moon were to be let loose, the entire Foxian race of the Xianzhou would be affected and turn into Borisin. At that time, the Luofu would surely be plunged into devastation.
If Feixiao wanted to stop it, there was only one way: to take the Crimson Moon into her own body.
As long as Feixiao took the Crimson Moon into her body, then Fenghuang knew that no matter what she did in response, he wouldn't lose.
The best outcome would be that Feixiao chose to accept the Crimson Moon, merging with it and combining the strengths of both to become a new War-pride much stronger than himself. Then, the future Borisin clan would grow even stronger.
The middling outcome would be that the will of slaughter and destruction within the Crimson Moon would occupy Feixiao's body. In that case, the Borisin clan would still gain an Emanator-level combatant. It's just that this new Emanator-level War-pride would have a much higher craving for slaughter and might be a bit less rational, but it could still lead the Borisin to new heights.
The worst outcome would be Feixiao managing to control the Crimson Moon. In that case, from a practical standpoint, Feixiao would indeed be the new War-pride of the Borisin. As long as the Crimson Moon beat in her chest for a single day, she would carry the future hope of the Borisin. Borisin who wanted to continue advancing would sooner or later come to her side.
As for the new War-pride believing in the Hunt Aeon… that was a "small matter" that didn't count.
Anyway, the previous Borisin War-prides had never believed in the Abundance Aeon.
And with Feixiao's state, if she really obtained the Crimson Moon, she might not be able to stay in the Xianzhou Alliance for long. Fenghuang didn't believe that some of the old-timers on the Xianzhou would be willing to let Feixiao, with the Crimson Moon in her body, continue to serve as the general of the Yaoqing.
Looking at the pulsating Crimson Moon in Fenghuang's hand, Feixiao's expression changed.
She knew very well what would happen.
"But… there is no other choice," Feixiao said through gritted teeth, then reached out and grabbed the Crimson Moon. Seeing her grab it, a satisfied smile appeared on Fenghuang's face.
So be it. The future of the Borisin is entrusted to you, the new War-pride. Hahaha, lead the whelps and eat all these Xianzhou people!
With the Crimson Moon leaving his body, Fenghuang's own physical recovery ability couldn't support the healing of his fatal wound. His life force slowly faded, and Fenghuang, the former War-pride of the Borisin, died completely.
And Fenghuang's death was just the beginning of the challenge for Feixiao. After taking the Crimson Moon into her body, she immediately felt her mind being violently assaulted, and the desire for slaughter and aggression in her head was soaring.
Feixiao looked up towards the upper levels of the prison. She also knew that her student was up there, cleaning up the prisoners who might try to escape.
My student, the task of stopping me from leaving the Shackling Prison before I regain my sanity… is now up to you.
Feixiao thought to herself.
Then, her eyes began to gradually turn red, and she fell into a state of madness.
Until she could completely suppress the Crimson Moon, she would temporarily be unable to regain her sanity.
A giant Wingweaver was closing in on the cornered Hanya. At her feet, Lord Tail lay on the ground, incomparably weak.
"Little girl, I don't have much strength left. You're on your own!"
Although Hanya had hidden herself quite well, she was still discovered by a prisoner who wanted to escape. Seeing a weak and delicious little Foxian girl here, they naturally had no reason not to want to eat her flesh and blood.
Seeing this situation, Lord Tail also fought with a burst of power. But, his strength was ultimately limited. After knocking down one prisoner, and facing the Wingweaver that appeared again, he was now also on the ground, powerless.
Hanya was about to cry out. But seeing the Wingweaver about to step on Lord Tail, she still stood up and gripped her small flag, wanting to attack it.
"Don't you bully Lord Tail!" Hanya closed her eyes and waved the small flag a few times.
After waving it several times, she dared to open her eyes. And when she did, she found that the Wingweaver was now smashed against a nearby wall, its entire body embedded in it.
Huh!? What's going on?! Do I have such great power?!
A series of shocks went through Hanya's mind.
While she was still in a daze, Lord Tail said in an annoyed tone, "Idiot, it's obvious that reinforcements have arrived!"
Just then, she saw Derick's figure.
Back at the entrance of the Shackling Prison, she had felt uneasy and fearful under Derick's gaze. Now, seeing him in the midst of her panic, Hanya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
This person… is really handsome.
Hanya thought to herself.
After Derick finished off that Wingweaver, he walked over to her.
He had started searching the Shackling Prison layer by layer from the entrance where he had dealt with Zhaofu. The power of the Titan of Discord allowed him to judge even the smallest movements with extreme accuracy. Layer by layer, he dealt with all the hiding high-profile criminals.
And when he reached this layer and saw the Wingweaver attacking, he had quickly rushed over to deal with this prisoner. It was only after he had dealt with him that he noticed the person he had just saved was Hanya.
"Are you alright?" Derick asked her.
"I'm… I'm fine." Hanya quickly shook her head. Beside her, Lord Tail, seeing that the situation was now safe, also fainted from exhaustion.
"Then you stay here carefully. I'll come and get you when it's safe," Derick instructed her.
"M-mhm."
Hanya nodded repeatedly. But watching his departing back, she didn't forget to call out to him in a trembling voice, "Be careful!"
"I will."
Derick gave a casual wave and then continued to advance towards the lower levels of the prison.
The situation ahead won't be so easy to handle. I wonder how the battle between Teacher Feixiao and that guy Fenghuang is going.
Derick thought to himself as he quickly headed for the bottom layer.
Of course, on his way down, he didn't forget to search for any possible remaining prisoners. Releasing even one prisoner to the outside would be a considerable threat to the civilians of the Luofu.
Derick couldn't afford to be so careless.
He searched all the way down. He either killed the prisoners or re-imprisoned them. There were also some who were more dangerous, whom Fenghuang had been worried would cause him trouble during the release process and hadn't released at all.
In short, by the time he reached the very bottom of the prison, all the criminals imprisoned by the Xianzhou Alliance had been dealt with.
Even Fenghuang was lying dead on the ground, his life force gone.
Looking at the lifeless Fenghuang, Derick couldn't help but sigh.
Well, it seems I'm about to face a tough battle.
Just as he was thinking this, a fierce storm came from behind him. Derick turned his head and saw Feixiao, having temporarily lost her sanity, lunging at him with blood-red pupils.
Her speed was far beyond his expectations.
This was his first real battle with a genuine Emanator. He had sparred with Feixiao before during training, but at that time, she was mainly focused on training him and hadn't gone all out.
The current Feixiao not only didn't care about Derick's physical condition, but she didn't even care about her own.
The pressure Derick faced was unprecedented.
But he had prepared himself before coming down. Now, seeing the unconscious Feixiao, a strong will to fight rose within him.
Derick swung the Lance of Divine Retribution, wanting to attack Feixiao, but just as he raised his hand, her hand, shaped into a claw, struck his wrist, knocking his weapon away. Derick's other hand wanted to pull out the Spear of Divine Retribution, but it was also knocked away by Feixiao using the same method.
With the weapons in both his hands knocked away, Feixiao's two claws clamped down on his wrists. Her body leaned forward, and she simply pressed him down underneath her.
Feixiao swung her palms to continue the attack.
Rip!
Derick heard the sound of cloth tearing.
Then he felt a coolness on his chest. His entire upper body's clothing had been easily torn to shreds by Feixiao.
Hey, hey, hey, Teacher, what are you doing!?
If we're going to attack, let's just attack properly. Don't tear my clothes!
Derick looked at his own fair but very firm chest exposed to the air and couldn't help but complain to his unconscious teacher in his mind.
Feixiao wanted to attack him again. Derick at this time also hurriedly reached out to grab her by the collarbone, forcing her arms to open slightly outwards.
Feixiao had now lost consciousness, and her fighting methods were the primitive methods of a Foxian. This gave Derick a little room to fight back. Otherwise, with her immense strength, what could he have used to resist?
Feixiao pressed down on Derick, constantly attacking him with her claws and legs. Faced with this situation, Derick also hurriedly responded.
The two of them tore at each other for a while. Derick's upper body was completely torn to shreds, his perfect upper body completely exposed. Feixiao had actually inflicted many wounds, but Derick had recovered.
Feixiao's side also had her trench coat torn open by Derick, her strong upper body exposed under the wrapping of her cheongsam.
The unconscious Feixiao, seeing that her hands and feet were having no effect, went straight to bite Derick.
Derick was currently preparing his devouring ability and didn't expect Feixiao to bite him like this. He felt that all his limbs were being suppressed. In that case, the only way to unleash his devouring ability was this.
Derick's mouth met Feixiao's lips.
A metallic taste spread. Derick didn't know if it was his blood or hers, or perhaps the blood of both of them.
In any case, with their lips connected like this, Derick began to try and devour.
The power of the Crimson Moon from Feixiao's body began to transfer to Derick, and at the same time, Derick also felt his consciousness gradually being pulled into another space.
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