Chapter 295
by post_apiChapter 295: A Crazy Act
The feeling of being watched by a terrifying and mysterious presence was overwhelmingly unsettling. Even Zhang Yang, fearless and unyielding, felt his entire body shudder with discomfort.
What made Jin Zhihong cry out "crazy" in a trembling voice was Zhang Yang’s unexpected decision, he took the initiative to charge directly at Yaoruoxian.
Even under the gaze of such immense terror, he struck out fiercely.
This sent everyone’s hearts racing and nerves on edge, forcing them to exclaim, "Crazy! Absolutely insane!"
Only Yaoruoxian understood Zhang Yang’s mindset in that instant.
Fearless!
She sensed it clearly and lowered her head, staring at the ship’s boards as if completely ignoring Zhang Yang’s attack.
Then, she did something that made Jin Zhihong, the moon-returning dragon, and everyone else scream in shock.
She suddenly stomped on the ship’s deck with immense force.
Bang!
A pitch-black Ghostly Power erupted from the floor.
"You actually managed to comprehend some of the mysteries of the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals!" Jin Zhihong gasped in astonishment.
The moon-returning dragon inhaled sharply. "What terrifying comprehension!"
The Ghostly Power surged forth like a vengeful spirit, drawing upon the dark aura pervading the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals. It absorbed the moisture from the turbulent River of Death, gradually forming the shape of a person.
"A doppelganger of the great terror within the ship!"
"Yaoruoxian, what have you done?!"
"We’re all going to die because of you!"
Jin Zhihong, the moon-returning dragon, Nie Bahuang, Liu Yuewu, and the others all screamed in terror.
They were genuinely horrified.
This eerie ghostly figure radiated the same dreadful aura as the presence lurking within the cabin, it was an undeniable instinctual fear.
Yet Zhang Yang, Yaoruoxian’s sworn enemy, remained calm. He coldly remarked, "Who are you? Your true form may be terrifying, but this doppelganger you’ve forced into existence is far too weak."
As he spoke his final word, the Slaughter Sacred Thunder within him suddenly erupted, surging forward to attack.
He swung his fist at Yaoruoxian.
He was utterly unafraid!
Yaoruoxian and the ghostly figure retaliated fiercely.
The scene left everyone stunned and numb.
But the most terrifying part was that the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals was being attacked once again.
Boom!
Amid the crashing waves, a massive, nightmarish undead beast erupted from the River of Death. Its monstrous form slammed into the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals, launching it high into the sky and sending it hurtling far away.
The sudden chaos caught many off guard.
Despite their immense strength, Zhang Yang, Yaoruoxian, the ghostly figure, the moon-returning dragon, Jin Zhihong, and the others remained composed.
However, among Jin Zhihong’s hundred Butian Guards, at least ten were flung screaming into the River of Death.
Zhang Yang stood firm, his feet radiating Holy Might.
The Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals soared high, overlooking the endlessly flowing river below. Yet the horizon remained invisible, only boundless darkness, vast silence, and the silhouettes of countless deathly beasts flickering in the shadows, exuding an ominous aura of death.
"Huh?"
An unusual sensation crept into Zhang Yang’s heart.
He turned to look toward the front-right.
The Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals, its momentum gradually waning, had been hurled nearly two or three thousand meters away by the sheer force of the undead beast. Now, as its energy dissipated, a new sight came into focus.
A dark mountain loomed ahead, its steep cliffs harboring a pitch-black palace partially embedded into the mountainside.
The sinister aura emanating from the black palace stirred something deep within Zhang Yang. His blood boiled with a murderous intent, and his soul resonated with an overwhelming killing intent.
Whoosh!
The Slaughter Sacred Thunder crackled around him as he suddenly leaped from the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals, soaring into the air.
This abrupt move left everyone stunned.
Only the ghostly figure reacted swiftly, rushing after him without hesitation. His origins were so unfathomably terrifying that even the aura of death did not deter him.
Yaoruoxian followed closely behind, propelled by the holy fire of the stone furnace.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
One after another, the three figures landed atop the black palace embedded within the dark mountainside.
The moon-returning dragon exhaled deeply. "These people are all insane."
Even he, who had calmly descended into the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, felt as though he was being driven to madness.
Each reckless action defied common sense, revealing a complete disregard for life itself.
Jin Zhihong muttered to himself, "This is suicide… absolutely suicidal!"
Yet the three who had charged into the black palace paid him no heed.
Zhang Yang moved with the extreme speed of the Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers, breaking through the sound barrier and producing a thunderous roar.
This time, he confirmed his judgment.
The Slaughter Sacred Thunder had already proven itself capable of resisting the aura of death.
He was utterly unafraid.
However, within the black palace lurked terrifying entities, ghosts drifting aimlessly, devoid of life and consciousness, floating in eerie silence. The moment Zhang Yang stepped inside, they seemed to be stirred into madness, howling violently as they charged toward him.
Zhang Yang’s Slaughter Sacred Thunder roared.
Crackle!
The Slaughter Sacred Thunder surged forward, instantly clearing a path.
His gaze locked onto a dark wall inside the palace, seemingly made of some special material. It was covered in intricate Forbidden Law Patterns, radiating an ominous aura of darkness, evil, and death.
He stared at it intently.
A Crimson Sun Divine Rod materialized in his hand.
Moving at supersonic speed, he reached the wall in an instant.
He swung the Crimson Sun Divine Rod.
At that very moment, the Forbidden Law Patterns on the wall flared with a chilling glow, fully activating as a massive black dog’s head suddenly emerged, wreathed in terrifying Hellfire.
The Hellhound!
Indeed, it was the Hellhound that had triggered Zhang Yang’s strange sensation, stirring an uncontrollable killing intent deep within him.
He had previously encountered a Hellhound during the space-time confinement in the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.
That Hellhound had been immensely powerful—even the Dawn Goddess, Shui Lianyi, had suspected it surpassed the path of a saint.
But more than its strength, what truly ignited Zhang Yang’s fury was the innate hatred coursing through his bloodline, a deep-seated killing intent rooted within his very soul.
It felt as if one of his destined missions was to eradicate the Hellhounds.
So, he charged forward.
He timed his strike perfectly—just as the Hellhound’s head emerged, his Crimson Sun Divine Rod gathered all his strength: the Consummate Slaughter Thunder Saint Power, infused with the raging Slaughter Sacred Thunder, converging onto the divine rod.
Bang!
The heavy rod slammed into the Hellhound’s head.
Hellhounds were creatures from the depths of the underworld.
Forcing their way to the surface was an arduous process, and as this Hellhound poked its head out, still dazed and disoriented—it had no time to react before the devastating blow struck.
Crack!
The Hellhound’s skull was horrifyingly tough. Despite the tremendous impact, it wasn’t completely crushed—though flesh and bone splattered violently across the palace.
"What a pity," Zhang Yang sighed.
He had only one chance to strike.
The Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals would not wait for him.
Though he could resist the aura of death, that didn’t mean he could withstand the deathly Beasts lurking in the River of Death, nor the mysterious great terror hidden within the abyss. If he missed his opportunity to reboard the ship, he would meet his doom.
Thus, he rushed toward the entrance.
Not once did he pause.
He moved in perfect synchronization with the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals.
Everyone on board witnessed the entire sequence of events, beyond shock and horror, they felt nothing else.
"How dare he do this?!"
"Was all this just to kill the Hellhound?"
"Was it worth the risk?"
Bewildered and astonished, they could only watch as Zhang Yang darted past.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The ghostly figure and Yaoruoxian had miscalculated.
They assumed Zhang Yang had found some kind of treasure or secret and was deliberately trying to block their path.
Little did they know, it was all for this.
Had they realized sooner, staying on board to intercept him would have been the better strategy.
But in the heat of the moment, there was no time to think.
They had no choice but to join the madness.
Yet neither of them had attacked the Hellhound. Even as the ghostly figure passed by, he merely snapped his fingers, reactivating the Forbidden Law Patterns on the dark wall, directly summoning the Hellhound once more.
"Roar!"
The Hellhound howled furiously, lunging madly at Zhang Yang.
Whoosh!
At that moment, the true terror of the Hellhound became apparent.
Though this particular Hellhound wasn’t overwhelmingly strong, its very presence in this place hinted at the greater danger posed by Hellhounds as a whole.
In an instant, it overtook the ghostly figure and Yaoruoxian.
In a blur, it was right behind Zhang Yang.
By then, Zhang Yang had already reached the palace exit.
The Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals was passing by the location as well.
He leaped forward.
The Hellhound followed.
At that same moment, a deep, guttural growl rumbled from below.
Beneath them, a colossal, nightmarish beast emerged, a mouth vast enough to swallow an entire mountain.
Its two rings of monstrous fangs, each over ten meters long, gleamed with a deadly sharpness capable of shattering the void itself.
It lunged upward, prepared to devour them whole.