Only Human Here 21

Although the lizard was massive, almost all of Wei Huan's bullets hit its soft ribs.

Excessive bleeding made it exceptionally agitated; its thick tail swung wildly, almost breaking nearby utility poles. Passing demon pedestrians scattered in fear, leaving only some demon students in high school uniforms recording the scene with their phones.

The giant tail shattered walls, and uncontrolled debris headed towards the children's heads.

"Ah—"

Yanshan Yue raised her right hand, fingertips stretched, and foxfire flew from his palm, turning into a blue enchanting mist. It enveloped the scattered rocks, suspended in mid-air just inches away from the children.

"Why are you recording? Do you want to die?" Yang Ling began another outburst. "Hurry up and run!"

The children, scared by the flying rocks, immediately climbed up and ran upon hearing this scolding. Yanshan Yue loosened her grip, and the rocks fell to the ground.

"Don't do this, Miss! You'll go viral like this…" Wei Huan felt the stinging pain from the scratched part of his cheek, but he didn't have time to worry about it.

"This won't work." Yanshan Yue frowned, raised a hand, and circled it in the air. Veins on the back of her hand bulged, and sweat formed on her forehead.

The white light ring expanded, drawing everyone into it, ultimately forming a large blue spherical barrier, isolating them from the external environment.

Suppressing over a dozen demon and creating such a large barrier, her demonic power was indeed strong.

Before Wei Huan could continue marveling, dizziness set in, and his legs suddenly went soft. He could only half-kneel on the ground, propping himself up with his gun.

The scales were poisonous. Wei Huan, belatedly realizing it, felt like hundreds of steel needles pierced his heart, an intense pain that almost paralyzed his entire body. The poison inside the scales probably blended with the Hook Kiss demon poison in his body, causing such a severe reaction.

"Hey! Stupid human!"

"I'm fine…" Wei Huan gritted his teeth, lifting his head in pain. Although his face was wrinkled, he still smiled when looking at Yang Ling. He reached out his hand, with a reassuring tone, "Give me one of your feathers quickly."

Yang Ling hesitated for a moment. Still in the air, she immediately flew down, using her wings to shield Wei Huan from the falling scales. Then, she cut a piece of ink-blue flying feather from her own wings and tossed it towards him.

Wei Huan caught the flying feather with two fingers. "And the Lotus Flame, wait a moment."

Yang Ling looked puzzled. Wei Huan lowered his head to silently recite the signal technique mantra. Although signal techniques had different mantras for each race, he had memorized Yang's signal technique in his past life out of boredom, and now it came in handy.

But now he's human, unsure if the mantra will work. However, since the last barrier-crossing technique succeeded, there shouldn't be a significant issue.

"Now! Lotus Flame!" Wei Huan tossed the flying feather into the sky, coinciding with Yang Ling's Lotus Flame thrown towards him. They instantly merged into a burst of purple fireworks, soaring into the sky like a signal flare, exploding with a bang.

Activating the mantra drained his energy; Wei Huan's chest pain intensified, and half of his body was almost numb.

May the heavens bless them; they need a powerful demon now!

Yanshan Yue unlocked the seal of the Jeweled Cauldron, absorbing the demon trapped by the foxfire. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, ready to declare victory, but just as the last lizard spirit was about to be subdued, Wei Huan shot the dying lizard's tail, causing it to swing wildly and almost knock the suspended Jeweled Cauldron.

"Sister Shan Yue, be careful!" Yang Ling caught the Jeweled Cauldron in mid-air and hurriedly flew to Yanshan Yue's side.

In panic, Yang Ling used the Lotus Flame again on the lizard.

Amid the lizard's wails, it opened its huge mouth, swallowing her Lotus Flame. In the next moment, it turned its head, unleashing a torrent of purple-black flames directly at Wei Huan, who couldn't move his legs. In an instant, he was completely engulfed by the flames.

"Stupid human!" Inexperienced in real combat, Yang Ling realized she had been deceived by the lizard.

In the searing pain, Wei Huan could hear Yang Ling's shouts, but he couldn't do anything. The only thing he could feel was the endless pain.

It seemed he was really going to die here.

Wei Huan thought, without obtaining the Soul-Returning Fruit, death was inevitable. At least, before dying, he called for reinforcements for them, not wasting his life in vain. He just didn't know what kind of demon would come. Hopefully, they wouldn't come seeking heads; otherwise, he wouldn't rest in peace.

With thoughts of his "afterlife" filling his mind, suddenly, intense burning erupted in Wei Huan's left eye. Different from the scorching feeling enveloped by the lizard's fire, it felt as if this eye was the source of the heat, like a fiery ball. His head throbbed, and he couldn't help but scream, his voice piercing.

It seemed like a new force was about to erupt from this body, tearing, struggling, resisting the attacks brought by the external fire with all its might.

So painful.

Damn it.

Wei Huan's screams were too agonizing; Yang Ling rushed to help him. Little did she know, a burst of towering flames erupted from his body, a purple-black flame suddenly igniting with a fierce red flame, its intensity aiming to break through the Nine-Tail Barrier.

The energy from the flames was too immense, forcefully throwing Yang Ling aside as she approached!

Wrapped in the dual layers of black and red flames, Wei Huan couldn't move. The pain pushed back his consciousness, and in his hazy vision, he sensed flickering golden light around him, like lightning breaking through the long night, sudden and intense.

At this moment, the pain in his left eye became increasingly prominent.

No, not pain, but a sense of detachment.

It desperately wanted to escape from this mediocre human shell.

Until he felt something heavy hitting the ground, the continuous vibrations lingering on the ground. Wei Huan, leaning on the gun's barrel, finally lost his strength and tilted forward.

The last bit of consciousness prepared him for the fall, but the next second, he fell into someone's embrace.

Yang Ling descended, the flames receding as she landed beside Wei Huan, her expression anxious. "Hey, stupid human, are you okay? Don't scare me!"

Wei Huan, following the voice, raised his head. In his blurred vision, the first thing he saw was Yun Yongzhuo's face.

Unexpectedly, his signal technique summoned such a powerful king…

Amidst the surprise, he felt puzzled because Yun Yongzhuo's expression was utterly unlike him.

That almost emotionless face now showed concern, discernible even to Wei Huan.

The amber eyes turned golden, mirroring the same golden eyes that recognized him at the chessboard years ago.

But he seemed so flustered.

Why was he so flustered?

He was Yun Yongzhuo.

"How are you…" Wei Huan noticed that his body was so weak that he could barely complete a sentence, his voice hoarse.

Yun Yongzhuo, half-kneeling on the ground, lowered his head in silence and extended his left hand.

In an instant, a sharp blade of light condensed in the air. Before Wei Huan could understand the situation, the blade, under Yun Yongzhuo's control, directly sliced through Yun Yongzhuo's index finger. Blood gushed from the wound.

In his confused and hazy consciousness, Wei Huan couldn't comprehend what Yun Yongzhuo was doing.

No, wait…

Since he woke up, everything Yun Yongzhuo did seemed suspicious, completely unlike his past self.

The blood droplets hinted to Wei Huan that Yun Yongzhuo might be planning something. However, he also sensed Yun Yongzhuo's hesitation, seeing the subtle tremble in his fingers—things Wei Huan couldn't comprehend.

Until Yun Yongzhuo made a firm decision, pressing his bloodied index finger to Wei Huan's forehead. The moment the blood droplets adhered, they transformed into a totem in the shape of a sun.

"You want to form a covenant with me?!"

Wei Huan suddenly became alert. "You're insane! I am…" Before he could finish, the powerful shockwaves from the covenant overwhelmed his consciousness, and he collapsed into Yun Yongzhuo's arms.

The potent power of the Golden Crow infused his blood, the brightest and hottest force in the world collided within him, stirring waves of heat, igniting magma.

The formidable golden aura, like a flat-bottomed thunder, created a massive shockwave when it exploded, forcing even Yang Ling and Yanshan Yue to shield their eyes with raised arms.

The blood totem from Wei Huan's forehead gradually seeped into his skin, ultimately becoming a golden mark on his brow.

When the covenant concluded, everything returned to calm. Yun Yongzhuo stood up, lifting the completely unconscious Wei Huan.

Yang Ling and Yanshan Yue, who witnessed the entire process, remained silent. One was too shocked to speak, and the other was lost in thought.

"I'll take him back first." Yun Yongzhuo spread his wings, the previous turmoil replaced by his usual calm demeanor. "Please help me clean up the aftermath."

"Sure…" Watching him carry Wei Huan away, a dazed Yang Ling turned to Yanshan Yue, attempting to seek confirmation. "Sister Shan Yue, that was Instructor Yun, right? I didn't see it wrong, did I?"

Yanshan Yue nodded calmly. "Yes, you're right."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ling's eyes widened even more. "No, no way. Wait a minute, I need to sort this out… Forget it, I won't sort it out! How could Instructor Yun form a covenant with a human! He's someone's son, isn't he? Isn't he afraid of causing trouble by doing this?"

"Instructor Yun openly keeping that stupid human in front of us…" She held her head in confusion. "This is too surreal…"

Is it considered keeping him? Yanshan Yue wasn't sure.

She turned around, the ground scattered with lizard remains torn apart by Yun Yongzhuo's light blade, a mess. She sealed these shattered pieces into the Jeweled Cauldron, tidying up the aftermath for him.

These instructors are truly terrifying. They restrict us from killing indiscriminately, but when it comes to themselves, they use the most ruthless methods.

She recalled Yun Yongzhuo's covenant technique and the finger he cut.

If he just wanted to keep a human, he could have branded a family crest on them, like her wasteful brothers did with the human slaves. That way, they couldn't escape, and he could do whatever he pleased.

Yet Yun Yongzhuo chose the highest level, the most dangerous blood covenant, not to mention that he didn't even use the Golden Crow's flame for branding; he used a sun totem.

"Yang Ling, do you know whose family crest the sun totem belongs to?"

Still recovering from the immense shock, Yang Ling was a bit absent-minded. "Sun totem…"

She remembered and clapped her hands subconsciously, eyes shining. "Oh! I remember my brother said the sun totem is the mark of the first-generation White Feather Golden Crow, but it wasn't passed down."

Her memory slightly deviated, and she frowned in thought. "No, wait, Instructor Yun seems to be the reincarnation of the first-generation Golden Crow…" She suddenly realized something alarming, looking at Yanshan Yue with a face full of fear.

An unbreakable blood covenant, using a unique family crest.

This wasn't about keeping someone at all.