Red Heart Patrols the Sky - Chapter 1152 - Turbulence Extra for 12000 monthly votes!

Chapter 1152 - Turbulence Extra for 12000 monthly votes!

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Chapter 1152 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" kicks off with thrilling moments: The eternal line between life and death lies deeper in the barren desert.In the obscure... Read more!

The eternal line between life and death lies deeper in the barren desert.In the obscure light, indistinct existences creep silently closer.

Some with ram horns and python bodies, others with snake hair and horse bodies, some with disproportionately large heads and others with humanoid shapes but hands like chicken claws…

The desert was very “Drought”.

This “Drought” affected the depths of the Spirit, incidentally affecting the Flesh Body.

Only the power of the soul stone could resist.

And one of the essential raw materials for the soul stone was the skull of the Yin Demon.

These grotesque creatures, or rather, these normal demons, thrived in such “Drought”.

The bodies of the demons were also part of the “Drought”.

It wasn’t the desert that created the demons, but the presence of the demons that expanded the desert.

The approaching Yin Demons numbered in the hundreds and seemed to have some formation, quietly assuming a flanking position.

Unlike their sporadic kin occasionally seen on the line between life and death, aimlessly buzzing about.

Even in the boundless desert, one could still see the sun.

But the sun overhead was always shrouded in darkness, like a stubborn rust that no amount of polishing could remove from a bronze mirror.

You could still see it, but you would never be able to use it to clearly see yourself.

“Even enduring the boundless desert, what does he intend to do?” a person wrapped in a black robe said.

This black robe was no ordinary garment; it had a very heavy, iron-like texture.

At the ends near the hem, two black arrowheads dangled.

The arrowheads, glistening coldly and extremely sharp, were not mere ornaments.

They were truly ready to be fitted onto an arrow shaft at any moment, to kill enemies.

This kind of deep hell arrow-draped robe was the mark of the Great Qin Town Prison Department.

Under the resonance of the secret technique unique to the Town Prison Department, the back of the black robe would also display the pattern of a black prison, and it was probably only in that state that the robe would be recognized by more people.

However, arguably no one in the world would actually wish to recognize it.

“Let’s ask him,” said another cloaked figure.

Only, his hood was lifted to reveal a bald forehead marked with a vertical chain, which trailed down the back of his head into his neck.

He extended his right hand in front of him…

and clenched his five fingers!

Almost at the same time, the indistinctly visible “things” that were nearing, let out strange, grating howls.

But it was brief.

As soon as the sound appeared, it ended.

Leaving behind…

A ground scattered with skulls.

The rare and strange, viciously deformed, Yin Demon skulls.

The true bodies of Yin Demons were half-ethereal, half-substantial, with Demonic Qi for a skull and flesh for a body.

But after death, the reverse was true; only the skull remained, turning from ethereal to real, while the body faded from substantial to ethereal, dissipating instantly.

In battle with Yin Demons, their skulls were the only “spoils of war.”

They could be used to create soul stones, but no matter how many soul stones were accumulated, they only worked against the desert…

“Tu Wei,” the figure swathed in the black robe spoke with some dissatisfaction, “I told you before we came that if we were to take action, we should keep it low-key, without making a big commotion.”

“Is this considered big?”

The bald man with the chain tattoo looked at him and finally sighed, “Alright then.”

At that moment, from the dusty haze in the distance, a figure approached with long strides.

He too was draped in a deep hell arrow-draped robe, his hood also lifted, but with long hair and a hook hanging from his left ear.

In his left hand, he dragged a robust, motionless humanoid figure.

From this angle, all that could be seen was that the “thing” he was dragging behind had a pair of large bull horns.

“I’ve captured this General Demon!” the man said with a laugh.

“Yan Feng,” the figure still enshrouded by the black robe turned to look back, his tone somewhat helpless, “It was enough to kill him, why did you capture him and bring him back?”

“General Demon,” Yan Feng spoke, “If killed, it would dissipate, leaving nothing behind.”

Different from Yin Demons, General Demons possessed intelligence, qualified to command large troops of Yin Demons, considered low-level “officers” among the “demons.” But whether the world of demons actually understands the concept of “officers” is anybody’s guess.

The Demon Tide dates back to an era far too distant from our own…

However, one thing was very clear: the likes of General Demons left nothing behind after death, completely dispersing into Demonic Qi.

In terms of “spoils,” they were even less rewarding than Yin Demons.

Utterly damned creatures that were not worth the trouble of killing.

“But a General Demon knows very little, almost of no value,” the person cloaked in black asked, “What’s the point of capturing him?”

“He’s not easy to catch,” the man still said with a laugh.

The figure in the black robe got angry: “Is this about whether it’s easy to catch?

Damn it, I’m asking you, what’s the use of capturing him?”

“Alright, alright,” Yan Feng let go with his left hand.

A faint explosion.

The bull-horned General Demon burst into a cloud of Demonic Qi, rapidly disintegrating, and like an insect, burrowed into the ground of the desert.

“Don’t be angry, Yan Feng,” Yan Feng continued to say with a smile.

“Motherfucker, each of you not taking this seriously!

This isn’t any safe place.

If those wolf pups notice us, that’d be trouble,” Yan Feng urged, “Hurry up and ask the questions!”

“Okay, okay.”

Yan Feng then moved closer, passing the bald Tu Wei, walking behind Yan Feng.

With a smile on his face, he looked down to the ground.

On the ground lay a person covered in scars.

Probably middle-aged, but his gaze was dim, the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes seemed to deepen and the hair scattered on the ground was turning white, strand by strand…

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