The moment the hundreds of assimilated cultivators appeared, a middle-aged man's face gradually appeared on the ground at the top of the tree hole, at the center of the hundreds of trees that surrounded the withered and cracked small tree.
Its expression was contorted, as if it was enduring some kind of indescribable pain. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the cracks on its body were spreading bit by bit. Faintly, there was a stream of light flowing slowly within.
Obviously, this spreading was related to Wang Baole's devouring, but not entirely. At that moment, it seemed to be undergoing a metamorphosis!
However, compared to its pained expression, its eyes were calm. At that moment, it was looking in the direction of Ethereal Dao College, and a murmur reverberated.
"In the end, it still spread … Although I didn't want to, since this is the result, then … I have to plan carefully. After all, the two of them have succeeded one after the other, so I have to succeed as well … As for the three little worms in my body, they are extremely weak. I'll just have to destroy them."
As the murmur of the small tree reverberated, Wang Baole suddenly charged out from the tree hole below. His murderous intent exploded, and clouds rose from beneath his feet.
This cloud was the exclusive spell of the third level of the Ethereal Skill. Once this spell was cast, it immediately boosted his speed, and he shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.
Clouds and mist surrounded his body. This was the spell of the fourth level of the Cloud Ethereal Skill, known as the Cloud Body!
As for the spell of the fifth level, Wang Baole had just advanced and didn't have time to master it. At that moment, his body was like a cloud of mist, and he was nearing the assimilated cultivators with a whoosh.
The moment he neared, Wang Baole raised his right hand, and a bolt of lightning exploded rapidly. This bolt of lightning was much more powerful than before as his cultivation reached the peak of the True Breath realm. At that moment, it shone with a blinding light and went straight for the assimilated cultivators.
As it traveled, it created a series of electric arcs. From afar, it was as if a small sea of lightning had appeared in the tree hole, and it was very shocking!
Rumbling sounds spread in all directions. Wherever the arc passed, the assimilated cultivators trembled, and many of them exploded. At the same time, Wang Baole unleashed the Heated Burst as well, transforming it into a sea of fire that surpassed the previous one and spreading in all directions with a loud boom.
The flames were incomparably hot. To a certain extent, it could even burn the assimilated cultivators into ashes. However, they clearly had the power of the Big Tree and could resist it. However, the sea of flames and electric arcs still affected them greatly.
This was especially true for a few of the assimilated cultivators. After being struck by the electric arcs and the Flame Explosion, they were either reduced to ashes or incinerated into nothingness. It was difficult for them to recover, and they could be considered to be completely dead!
This degree of sharpness exceeded Wang Baole's previous combat ability. It could be said that the cultivation of the peak of the True Breath realm had increased the power of Wang Baole's spells by a lot. Similarly, the number of spells that he could release also increased exponentially. At that moment, after using Flash Arc and Flame Burst, he also shot out Cloud Finger.
At the same time, Zhao Yameng's array formation also arrived at that moment, causing lines of array formation threads to appear around Wang Baole. They moved with his body, shining with a protective effect and also with a destructive power.
As for Zhuo Yifan, although his body was weak at that moment, he gritted his teeth and controlled his Numinous Treasure to assist Zhao Yameng from the side in killing the assimilated cultivators who were charging at them from the side. With the three of them working together, a loud sound reverberated in the tree hole. The murderous intent was shocking and extremely intense.
"Die for me!" Wang Baole let out a low roar. He immediately punched out, causing waves to surge. His physical strength was fully unleashed, and he directly shattered the skull of an assimilated cultivator. As he formed a seal with his left hand, flames appeared and burned. After taking a step forward, he quickly lowered his head to avoid the leaf flying swords that came from the three assimilated cultivators. He leaped up and threw out three self-exploding pearls.
Amidst the boom, the three assimilated cultivators who had launched a sneak attack collapsed. Wang Baole was about to go over and incinerate them into ashes when suddenly, his body tilted slightly. He raised his right hand and directly grabbed behind him. Instantly, an assimilated cultivator who was charging at him from behind was grabbed by the neck and squeezed viciously.
Then, he waved his hand, causing several flying swords to whistle through the air toward Zhuo Yifan. As they neared, they suddenly exploded. Several of the assimilated cultivators who had been about to pounce on Zhuo Yifan were sent tumbling backward.
Having resolved Zhuo Yifan's crisis, Wang Baole didn't stop. He attacked again. He was like a fierce tiger, slaughtering his way into a pack of wolves. However, even though Wang Baole's Cultivation base had increased, there was still a limit. As for the assimilated cultivators, even if they were torn to pieces, they were quickly reconnected by the tree branches. In a battle of magical powers like this, the two sides simply weren't on the same level.
Even if some of them could be wiped out by his powerful attacks, their bodies and souls completely destroyed, their numbers were few. Compared to the hundreds of cultivators who were attacking him, they made up less than twenty percent.
After all, even though Wang Baole had made a breakthrough in his Cultivation base, there was still a limit to his spiritual power. Furthermore, the Flash Arc and the Flame Burst consumed even more of his Cultivation base.
Therefore, it didn't take long for Wang Baole to begin to pant and fall back. As for Zhuo Yifan, he was weak and exhausted. He couldn't dodge in time, and three magical leaves pierced through his chest. Blood sprayed out of his mouth as he fell back, his life force withering away. Bitterness filled his heart as he fell to the ground. He looked at Wang Baole, who was still fighting fiercely, and his mind was blank.
It was as if he were thinking about his childhood. He thought about his cruel father and cold older brother. He also thought about Wang Baole's back as he stood in front of him in Spirit Breath Village.
Gradually, his vision became a little blurry, as if all the roars and sounds of fighting were gradually fading away.
As for Zhao Yameng, she was still holding on. However, her body was trembling, and it was obvious that her spiritual power was almost exhausted. Furthermore, the threads of her spell formation were of great help to Wang Baole. Therefore, even though she couldn't hold on for much longer, she gritted her teeth and held on.
However, without Zhuo Yifan to fill in the gaps, Wang Baole couldn't protect everyone, no matter how strong he was. There would always be people who would attack Zhao Yameng from all directions.
Seeing this, Wang Baole's heart grew anxious. He had used up all of his magical items, and had no way to defend himself. He could only fall back and defend himself. At the same time, he began to pant, and numerous wounds appeared on his body, caused by the leaves and flying swords.
Some were light, some were heavy, but the most serious was a leaf that pierced through his right leg, causing a lacerating wound.
"Baole, Yameng, do you think … the Dao Academy has received the news? Will they come …?" Zhuo Yifan seemed to have forgotten that they were on a battlefield. The light in his eyes dimmed as he muttered to himself. However, there seemed to be a faint red glow slowly gathering in his dim eyes.
Zhao Yameng remained silent. She continued to maintain the spell formation with her almost exhausted spiritual power, but she couldn't hold on for long. Soon, under the bombardment of dozens of leaves transformed from spells, Zhao Yameng spat out blood. Her cultivation base was completely exhausted, and the spell formation around her disappeared. She seemed to have lost all strength in her body. She supported herself against the wall of a tree and bit her lip. Her face was pale, but there was a struggle in the depths of her eyes that no one could see. She seemed to be hesitating about a certain choice.
"Yifan, hold on! The Dao Academy will definitely come!!" When Wang Baole saw that Zhuo Yifan was on the brink of death, he hurriedly retreated until he was right in front of them. He lifted his gloved right hand up and unleashed the power of Tideflow. The assimilated cultivators who were pouncing toward Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng fell back one by one.
Wang Baole looked at Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng, who had lost the ability to fight. He looked around at the numerous assimilated cultivators who continued to charge at him as if they didn't know what fatigue was. His heart filled with bitterness and despair. He wasn't even sure if the Dao Academy had received the message.
However, it was in this moment that, in the instant that despair began to rise up, suddenly … Little Missy's familiar cold voice rang out in his mind.
"Wang Baole, don't be afraid. I'll pass on a scripture to you. It's an unfathomable scripture. With a single thought, you can cause strange transformations in Heaven and Earth, and slaughter all living things!"
Little Missy's voice was filled with pride as it echoed out in Wang Baole's mind. When he heard it, he was a bit suspicious. The words were simply too domineering, and Wang Baole couldn't help but feel that they were a bit unreliable. However, after thinking about it for a moment, Little Missy seemed to be exaggerating things about the scabbard, but she had never lied to him about anything else. That was especially true of the golden body she had mentioned earlier.
All of this filled him with confidence, and he quickly asked, "What do you mean?"
"What scripture?"
"Listen up …. Enlighten yourself. Imprison the Dao of the Heavens. All living things must transcend Immeasurable Tribulation. Leave the Deep Prison with a single thought. Enact the path of cultivation!
"Go. Enact this scripture and slay this little sapling!" Little Missy spoke in a casual, arrogant tone.
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