Chapter 79: The Arrival of Allies and a Looming Threat

At this moment, Ouyang Xiyue gazed down at the hideous creature frozen beneath his feet, its face contorted into a sneering, gloating expression that filled him with utter disgust.

‘The creature seemed to convey a silent message: “You’re finished; await your demise.”

A faint twitch played at the corner of Ouyang Xiyue’s lips as he mused inwardly, ‘Indeed, intelligent undead creatures are not so different from humans; this feeling is akin to being bullied by a street punk, only for that punk to summon his elder brother for backup.’

Silently, Ouyang Xiyue wove his magic, encasing the undead creature’s two putrid mouths in frost before telekinetically lifting it into the air.

He then conjured a cross from ice, using chains of solidified frost to bind the creature firmly upon it.

His intent was simple: to make the undead witness firsthand how its so-called “elder brother” would be vanquished by his hand.

“They’re here.”

No sooner had Ouyang Xiyue’s words faded than a grotesque monster materialized in the distance.

It was cloaked in a blood-red garment, a cape that seemed to have been congealed from fresh blood itself, still appearing to flow sluggishly.

The very moment of its arrival, the bloody night shrouding Cloud Peak Town seemed to thicken, becoming more palpable and oppressive.

The air grew heavy with moisture, permeated by such an intense, cloying stench of blood that it threatened to induce nausea.

Ouyang Xiyue’s gaze swept over the newcomer, noting with a touch of surprise that its entire form was swathed in bandages, from which blood still steadily seeped.

It was as if the creature had endured countless slashes, its wounds so deep they exposed bone, leaving it drenched in gore.

“Hey there, my friend,” Ouyang Xiyue called out, “I really think you should be resting in a hospital bed.”

“I’m genuinely concerned that if we start fighting, you might just drop dead from exhaustion.” Ouyang Xiyue nodded earnestly, convinced of the sound logic in his words.

To the other party, however, Ouyang Xiyue’s words were nothing short of a blatant provocation.

Without uttering a single sound, the creature launched its attack.

An increasing torrent of blood began to seep from its body, then floated into the air, coalescing into numerous blades of crimson.

These blood swords, reeking of gore, tore through the air, hurtling with immense speed towards Ouyang Xiyue.

Ouyang Xiyue sighed inwardly, ‘Since you refuse to heed my advice, I suppose I have no choice but to send you to meet your Maker.’

With a leisurely stretch, he then lightly tapped the air, causing layers of frost to materialize from nothingness.

These transformed into a flurry of ice swords, each radiating a chilling aura, which then shot forth like arrows released from a bow, directly clashing with the incoming blood swords.

In a flash, the blood swords and ice blades collided with explosive force, shattering into fine dust.

The countless fragments drifted down like snowflakes, appearing both eerily beautiful and unsettling against the backdrop of the bloody night.

Witnessing his blood swords effortlessly repelled, the Red-robed Deacon, who exuded a potent stench of blood, ripped several bandages from his body without a moment’s hesitation, casually tossing them aside.

Beneath the torn bandages, no wounds were revealed; instead, countless crimson eyes, still weeping blood, were densely packed together, a sight that made one’s scalp crawl.

The unknown Red-robed Deacon brutally and savagely tore the bleeding eyes from his arm, then flung them directly into the air.

Six crimson eyes, now airborne, hurtled rapidly towards Ouyang Xiyue.

As they flew, their scarlet gaze shifted; suddenly, all six eyes simultaneously emitted pulsating red light, from which laser-like beams shot forth with blinding speed, leaving no room for defense.

Observing the Red-robed Deacon’s actions, Ouyang Xiyue mused inwardly, ‘Are these monsters truly so intent on killing me? Is it perhaps because their subordinate was bullied?’

Despite the six red beams drawing perilously close, he remained utterly still.

He had sensed two familiar auras materializing directly behind him.

Just as the red beams were about to strike Ouyang Xiyue, his body shimmered, emanating a faint silver glow, before he vanished into thin air.

“Xiyue! You truly are my troublesome little sister,” a voice exclaimed.

“Knowing Lin Yao is right beside you, you didn’t even try to dodge, did you? What if Lin Yao’s magic had been overdrawn and she couldn’t teleport you in time? Honestly!” Among the two figures who had appeared at some unknown moment, a youth with long blue hair tied in a small ponytail looked at the silver-haired girl before them, speaking with a helpless sigh.

“Ouyang Xiyue, my dear sister, you mustn’t do that again,” Lin Yao admonished.

“You are the angel of our Sacred Ocean, our campus belle; if you were to be injured, it would be an immense loss to us all.” Lin Yao’s tone held a hint of reproach, yet it was overwhelmingly laced with concern and worry.

“Hehe, thank you, Big Sister Lin Yao.” Ouyang Xiyue, ignoring Night Xuehui for a moment, first thanked Lin Yao before turning her gaze to Night Xuehui.

“Hmm, Big Brother, you promised you’d protect your little sister,” Ouyang Xiyue said, adopting a pitiful, coquettish tone.

“Now that someone has nearly harmed your adorable sister, shouldn’t you thoroughly teach that villain a lesson?” She then clutched Night Xuehui’s arm with a piteous expression, swaying it back and forth.

Night Xuehui gazed at Ouyang Xiyue, who was feigning coquettishness, and let out a helpless sigh, a gentle smile gracing her lips.

She reached out, tenderly stroking Ouyang Xiyue’s head with a gesture as soft as a spring breeze brushing against a young willow.

“There, there, my dear,” Night Xuehui murmured.

“Big Brother will now bring that scoundrel to justice for you, and then make him apologize profusely to my mischievous and lovely little sister.”

Night Xuehui’s voice was soft, like a clear mountain spring murmuring through the rocks, imbued with boundless affection.

Having spoken, she turned and strode towards the Red-robed Deacon, who had been momentarily overlooked.

The Red-robed Deacon initially clenched his fists, ready to launch an attack, but then he realized with a shock that both newcomers, despite their youthful appearance, were formidable Rank 7 powerhouses.

In an instant, the Red-robed Deacon’s expression soured considerably.

He yearned to slip away unnoticed, yet his pride held him back, for his subordinate was watching, desperately hoping for his intervention.

Just then, he caught sight of the blue-haired youth, Night Xuehui, whose eyes gleamed with a chilling, star-like killing intent as she advanced steadily towards him.

A profound sense of dread settled in his heart.

As Night Xuehui prepared to strike, the Red-robed Deacon began to chant, uttering eerie, curse-like incantations.

Immediately, a brilliant crimson light erupted from his body, and he self-detonated!

Indeed, he self-detonated, exploding into dust and leaving not the slightest trace behind.

Night Xuehui wore a look of utter astonishment, while the two figures standing behind her continued to chat and laugh lightheartedly.

“Ouyang Xiyue, my dear sister, what is your relationship with the President?” Lin Yao asked, her dark, lively eyes blinking with curiosity as she gazed at the charming Ouyang Xiyue.

After all, having known Night Xuehui for a long time, Lin Yao had never once seen her smile; she typically maintained a stern, unyielding expression.

A sweet smile, like a spring flower unfurling, graced Ouyang Xiyue’s lips as she softly replied, “We’re like siblings, you see~ Though not by blood, our bond is as strong as if we were, hehe.”

Ouyang Xiyue, as sweet and endearing as a neighborhood sister, prompted Lin Yao to instinctively reach out and pinch her rosy cheeks.

Ouyang Xiyue offered no resistance, seemingly long accustomed to such affectionate gestures.

For years, despite being male, his delicate, pretty face had brought him both much kindness and no small amount of trouble.

“Alright, Big Sister Lin Yao, I fear we might be in for some trouble,” Ouyang Xiyue said.

“That fellow sacrificed himself; who knows what he summoned.”

As Ouyang Xiyue chatted with Lin Yao, he kept a keen eye on their surroundings.

The moment he witnessed the Red-robed Deacon’s self-detonation, he acutely sensed that matters were growing increasingly complicated.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the three-eyed, two-mouthed undead creature, still bound by icy chains, also violently self-detonated.

Lin Yao withdrew her hand and positioned herself in front of Ouyang Xiyue, her gaze sweeping vigilantly across their surroundings.

“Don’t worry, Ouyang Xiyue, my dear sister,” Lin Yao reassured her.

“With the President and me here, there shouldn’t be any major issues.”

No sooner had Lin Yao finished speaking than the sky churned with crimson storm clouds, resembling tumultuous waves.

A powerful, destructive aura descended like an invisible mountain, instantly engulfing the trio.

The three, who had been composed moments before, found their movements sluggish under the oppressive force of this presence.

“This aura, it’s that of a Rank 9 powerhouse!” Lin Yao exclaimed, her expression grave.

Ouyang Xiyue and Night Xuehui’s brows furrowed in unison.

However, Ouyang Xiyue’s frown soon eased.

He had detected an extremely familiar aura, or rather, two auras.

One of them was exceptionally faint, almost to the point of dissipating, as if on the verge of merging with space itself.