Chapter 1287
When Han Sen saw Saint Fan absorb every living being in the shelter, he was taken aback . He was going to grab the spirit stone while the silver fox kept it busy, but that didn't seem a likely possibility now .
"All right, we'll do this the old-fashioned way . " Han Sen drew Taia and his Phoenix Sword .
The silver fox and Purple Emperor flew up high, ready to swoop . Serpent Throne had taken on the form of the chef, straight from Hell's Kitchen . She was ready to slice and dice whichever foe came her way, like Satan's personal butcher .
Little Angel, Disloyal Knight, Xie Qing King, Dry Bone King, Qing Xun King, Thorn Queen, Blue Dinosaur, Metal Eater, and even Moment Queen now rushed forward like the light brigade . They were to be a merciless wave of death and destruction .
Saint Fan had absorbed a ludicrous number of creatures, spirits, and other lifeforms, but against the wrath of three emperors, not even he was sure he could triumph . The tides had turned on him .
The silver fox gathered up a large charge of lightning, and tried to fry Saint Fan's body with it . Purple Emperor lopped off a large chunk of Saint Fan's fleshy, bulbous body . The strike was so clean, it could not regenerate . The chef's cleaver peeled fine slices of the spirit's wretched biomass off, like strips of beef, ready to be thrown into a hotpot .
Han Sen didn't do half as much as he was expected to, and he was more-or-less like an onlooker, observing Saint Fan's beating .
But suddenly, Saint Fan's original form began to take shape . He spoke, stern and sullen, to say, "Han Sen, are you really going to kill me?"
"You are already dead," Han Sen said .
Saint Fan laughed and proclaimed, "Sure, you can kill me . That much is obvious by now . But by killing me, you doom the lives of all the others, too . "
Saint Fan gestured, and then a number of humans were revealed as being a part of the ugly, horrendous mush that formed the spirit's mutated body .
Han Sen frowned, never imaging Saint Fan would use humans . And he thought it even sicker that Saint Fan would use them as a negotiating chip .
"So, do you want this to continue? Killing me means killing them . Their blood will, I assure you, stain your hands . Can you really tolerate their deaths on your conscience?" Saint Fan said with a callous tone .
Saint Fan could read the minds of the humans he had absorbed, and he knew this hostage trick would work . It wouldn't work on spirits, but it most certainly worked on the humans .
Han Sen didn't relent . He frowned at the nagging of his conscience, but he still allowed the attack to continue .
He had to kill Saint Fan . There was no question there . For as long as he lived, the humans that joined his shelter were already as good as dead . But still, it hurt Han Sen to even fathom having to be the direct result of a human's death .
Rodman was surprised, more than anything . The human was such a threat to Saint Fan that the spirit had to use such a dirty trick .
Rodman didn't think he could become any more disgusted with Saint Fan's behavior, and more than anything, he wanted the spirit to pay . With his now hideous, grotesque face, he managed to yell out, "Kill him! Pay us no heed . "
The other humans also began to speak out with their pained, distorted voices . It was like a chant, in which they urged Han Sen to go forward with what he had planned to do and not look back . They wanted him to bring an end to Saint Fan .
"Yes, kill the pig!"
"We have endured far too much as it is . Our lives, for the most part, have been good . We will thank you and send you our warmest wishes from the afterlife . "
"Please! End our torment and slay this horrid spirit . Free us!"
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