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Che Ma sensed the approaching enemy. His face twisted in the dim light, his eyes burning with murderous intent and determination, resembling a cornered beast ready to make its last stand. He gripped the Soul Reaver tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain.
A whisper from deep within seemed to resonate with his heartbeat, igniting the fighting spirit buried deep inside him. Just then, the air around him suddenly thickened, an ominous premonition causing beads of sweat to rise on Che Ma's skin.
Soon, he heard faint sounds behind him, reminiscent of Ye Zhe's footsteps, which echoed eerily in the silent forest. Noticing that the enemy was still some distance away, Che Ma turned to continue pressing Chen Moxuan for specific clues about his bloodline. However, he found that Yan Wang had vanished without a trace, leaving only a wisp of dark mist lingering in the air.
Before he could recover from his shock, a shadow rapidly enveloped the area. A large group of experts from the Asura Clan, wearing Iron Masks, emerged into his line of sight and closed in on him. Their weapons glimmered coldly under the weak moonlight as they formed a semi-circle around him, seemingly intent on sealing his fate.
The presence of these experts was chilling and dangerous; they were clearly well-trained and had come specifically for hunting. Faced with this sudden ambush, Che Ma felt no fear; instead, he grew more exhilarated, sparks of battle igniting in his eyes. He resembled a lion awakened from slumber.
Knowing that a head-on confrontation was not wise, Che Ma swiftly darted away, using the dense foliage for cover as he fled deeper into the forest. The Asura Clan experts, seeing this, no longer concealed their forms and soared into the air like Gui Mei, relentlessly pursuing him.
The forest erupted with sounds of slicing air as Che Ma nimbly weaved through the shadows of trees while the Asura Clan experts pursued him with astonishing speed and explosive power, ready for combat at any moment. Throughout this chase, Che Ma utilized the terrain to counterattack several enemies but ultimately found himself cornered in a narrow valley.
At the entrance of this narrow valley, one figure slowly emerged from among the Asura Clan assassins. This individual’s Iron Mask was intricately carved with complex totems, setting him apart as the leader of this group of killers. Moonlight filtered through the treetops and cast dappled shadows on his mask, adding an air of mystery.
"Che Ma," the leader's voice was deep and powerful, cutting through the stillness of the night. "You have nowhere left to run."
"Drop your weapon and surrender; I might spare your life," he said.
Che Ma smirked coldly at the words, his eyes burning with fierce determination. "You want me? Let's see if you have what it takes!"
He gripped the Soul Devourer tightly, its brilliant crimson glow radiating from him as if echoing his resolve. The leader of the Asura Clan, witnessing this, showed a flicker of surprise, quickly replaced by a cold demeanor.
"Refusing our invitation means you should not expect mercy," he warned.
The battle was about to erupt. Che Ma swung the Soul Reaver and charged into the fray against the elite warriors of the Asura Clan. Light flashed like lightning as chaos ensued, blood and carnage filling the air.
The Soul Devourer seemed to possess a life of its own; not only was it incredibly sharp, but it also harbored a strange, devouring power. As Che Ma's blade cut through his enemies' flesh, their wounds appeared to be torn apart by an invisible force, blood gushing forth uncontrollably.
What was even more shocking was that the splattered blood seemed drawn to the Soul Devourer. It traced eerie arcs in the air before finally adhering to Che Ma, miraculously mending his weapon's missing parts. The Soul Devourer gradually became whole again, emanating an even more terrifying aura.
The Asura Clan warriors looked on in astonishment. They had never encountered such a bizarre weapon; not only could it slash, but it also moved with the fluidity of a whip while retaining its deadly sharpness!
Despite their surprise, the Asura Clan members were not familiar with fear. A single Divine Weapon in hand did not deter their assault; instead, it ignited their murderous intent even further. They unleashed their ultimate techniques, attempting to overwhelm Che Ma with sheer numbers.
However, Che Ma found himself growing more adept with each passing moment. It felt as though he possessed an innate instinct for combat. Every movement he made harmonized perfectly with the Soul Devourer; each swing accompanied by the cries of his foes as they fell.
He dodged lethal strikes with precision, moving like a god of death, unstoppable in his path. In this narrow valley, he revealed an unmatched ferocity!
As bodies piled up around him, the air thickened with the stench of blood.
Che Ma stood at the center of the battlefield, his Soul Devourer fully restored, radiating a chilling light that struck fear into the hearts of those who beheld it. The Asura Clan experts were now reduced to just a handful; despite their fear, they charged toward this figure who seemed to have emerged from the depths of hell.
In an instant, blood surged forth like arrows, scattering the remnants of their comrades. Only one person remained as the others fell to the ground, lifeless. A sinister grin spread across Che Ma's face as he observed the broken edge of his weapon, where flesh and sinew began to extend outward, seemingly repairing itself.
This was life!
Good! Wonderful! Hahaha! Che Ma laughed with increasing excitement, disregarding the wounds on his body as he reveled in the astonishing transformation of the Soul Devourer.
Just then, a faint sound of footsteps broke the surrounding silence. He abruptly looked up to see a figure slowly emerging from the shadows. The moonlight outlined a familiar silhouette—Yama King!
Che Ma quickly sheathed his Soul Devourer. Despite his numerous injuries, he maintained a respectful demeanor towards his savior and wise guide.
"Yama King," he addressed, perhaps influenced by the presence of Soul Devourer, adding "Your Majesty" when referring to Chen Moxuan. This indicated that Che Ma had clearly glimpsed Chen Moxuan's true identity. Yet even so, he accepted it with gratitude.
Chen Moxuan's features appeared particularly profound under the moonlight as he gently raised his hand to interrupt Che Ma's words. "I have seen your performance," he said. "As for your origins, I can only tell you three words: Heart's Eye."
Upon hearing this, visions of the legends surrounding Heart's Eye flooded Che Ma's mind. It was not merely a symbol of the Asura Clan's most powerful force but also a key to ascending to the throne of Asura King.
It was said that only warriors who had undergone countless battles and possessed an indomitable will could awaken this ability during the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony. Heart's Eye represented the purest fighting spirit of the Asura Clan and was a coveted honor sought by many within their ranks.
"Heart's Eye..." Che Ma murmured softly, an indescribable surge of excitement and longing rising within him. "Yama King, are you saying that I might awaken Heart's Eye?"
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