With the help of the mosquito's vision, Wang Baole was like the God of Slaughter in the forest. He moved at great speed and his vision was everywhere. Before anyone could even detect his presence, they were already bitten by the mosquitoes!
Under Wang Baole's control, the mosquitoes would swarm forward once they were bitten. The Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators were in immense pain. They didn't even have time to send out a signal before Wang Baole charged out and killed them!
The gray mosquito was inexplicably powerful. After Wang Baole realized how powerful it was, he decided to let it roam on its own. According to Wang Baole's observations, any cultivator bitten by the gray mosquito would quickly turn blue and collapse, as if they had turned into blue ice. Every time the mosquito emerged from between the cultivator's brows, it seemed to be stronger than before.
With the gray mosquito's help, Wang Baole was like a tiger that had grown wings. In less than half an hour, he killed all eleven Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators scattered around the area!
When his flying sword pierced through the last Five Generation Sky Clan cultivator's brows, killing the cultivator who had been bitten beyond recognition by the mosquito, Wang Baole took a deep breath. Without wasting any time, he turned and left in a hurry.
With the help of the mosquito, Wang Baole was like a nimble ape in the forest. He picked up speed. However, he had regrets. In order to escape from the pursuit, he had split up the targets and bought time. Hence, he had to split up the fragments. At the moment, he only had two fragments left.
"Five Generation Sky Clan, this is not the end of the matter!" Wang Baole gritted his teeth. He searched for a low-lying area as he ran. Gradually, he sensed traces of teleportation.
These traces were accompanied by wisps of fog. Wang Baole was pleasantly surprised when he saw them. Based on his experience, he deduced that these were the signs before the Mystic Trace Fog formed.
"Although I don't know exactly when the fog formed, the deeper we go, the faster it should appear!" Wang Baole's spirits were lifted, and he wanted to continue onward. However, it was in that moment that he caught sight of a shadowy figure in the mosquitoes' vision. It was completely silent, and was surrounded by a semi-transparent mist, as if it had somehow fused with its surroundings. Then, with shocking speed, there was no whistling sound as it shot toward Wang Baole!
His speed was unimaginably fast. Just a moment ago, he was still a hundred zhang away, and in the next moment, he was right behind him!
Wang Baole didn't have time to think. He raised his right hand and unleashed the Supernova, sending dirt flying everywhere. Wang Baole borrowed the power of the explosion to fly up into the air. Just as the translucent figure was about to reach him, he dodged!
All of this happened in a flash. The figure tore through the air and landed where Wang Baole had been. When he turned around, the figure was no longer translucent. Instead, his true form was revealed. It was a middle-aged cultivator wearing the robes of the Five Generation Sky Clan. There was a look of surprise on his face.
This person was none other than Zhou Fei, who had led the team in pursuit!
His appearance shook Wang Baole to his core. The aura emanating from his opponent's body spread out in waves, forming a form of suppression on Wang Baole. It was obvious that this person wasn't at the early-stage Foundation Establishment realm, but at the mid-stage Foundation Establishment realm.
This person's technique was peculiar. If not for the fact that Wang Baole could use the mosquitoes' vision, anyone else would have been killed before they could even react.
"Interesting. No wonder you can become one of the Hundred Seedlings of the Federation. If we were outside, I wouldn't be able to kill a prodigy like you in public. However, here … you're dead meat!" Zhou Fei had obviously recognized Wang Baole. He laughed maliciously, and a cruel glint flashed in his eyes. It was as if killing a prodigy was the most wonderful experience he had ever had in his life.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you immediately. I'll make you beg for a quick death, bit by bit. Then, I'll record the entire process for future viewing!" Zhou Fei's expression was sickly. It sent chills down Wang Baole's spine. His temper flared, and he bellowed.
"F * ck you! I'll f * ck your ancestors! " Wang Baole bellowed. Not only did he not flee, but he also charged forward. He looked like he was going to give it his all. He even took out a large number of Dharma treasures and threw them all out. Like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, the countless Dharma treasures filled the air and headed straight for Zhou Fei.
"A mere True Breath cultivator and a bunch of third-grade Numinous Treasures. You don't even qualify to give it your all." Zhou Fei shook his head. He raised his right hand and was about to slap Wang Baole away when Wang Baole, who had taken out a large number of Numinous Treasures and was charging towards him, took advantage of Zhou Fei's underestimation of his opponent and pulled out a saber from his storage bracelet!
That battle saber was a seventh-grade Dharmic Armament!
The moment the saber appeared, the heavens changed. A shocking aura erupted, forming a black storm that revolved around Wang Baole. As it spread in all directions, the shadow of a huge crocodile suddenly materialized within the storm, letting out a soundless roar. Wang Baole's expression was fierce, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. Holding the battle saber with both hands, he leaped out of the black storm and slashed at Zhou Fei!
The moment he slashed down, the crocodile in the storm swept its tail. Its huge tail seemed to have merged with Wang Baole's figure, boosting its strength as it closed in on Zhou Fei!
"You!" Zhou Fei's eyes widened. His mind was flooded with waves of disbelief and shock. Everything happened too quickly, and the appearance of the Dharmic Armament was beyond Zhou Fei's expectations. Even in his wildest dreams, he did not expect Wang Baole to have a Dharmic Armament!
Wang Baole first threw out a large number of Numinous Treasures to confuse Zhou Fei's line of sight. The unexpected slash was like a bolt of lightning, causing Zhou Fei to lose his composure. At the critical moment, his mind buzzed and he roared. His expression twisted, and he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of his Origin Blood.
At that moment, three bodies from his previous life appeared behind him. They merged with the blood, causing it to form a blood-red palm. As it slapped towards the Dharmic Armament, Zhou Fei took out a purple shield. The moment the shield appeared, its aura was impressive. Even if it was not as strong as a Dharmic Armament, it was still a sixth-grade Numinous Treasure.
He blocked with all his might!
However, just as Zhou Fei was resisting with all his might, Wang Baole, who had rushed out of the black storm with a saber in hand, suddenly released a terrifying aura!
This terror came from Wang Baole's body, from this world, and to a certain extent, from the entire starry sky and the entire universe!
"Enlightened …" Zhou Fei muttered these two words in his heart. This aura suddenly surged, forming an indescribable pressure. It was as if some ancient will was about to awaken from the depths of the starry sky.
This aura came too quickly and too suddenly. It caused Zhou Fei, who was in the midst of unleashing his full power, to lose his ability to think. Before he could feel fear, his expression changed drastically. His cultivation base trembled unstably, and he even had an instinctive, irresistible urge to flee.
His spell also began to show signs of disintegration due to the trembling of his mind. Even the small purple shield in front of him began to show signs of slowing down due to the trembling of his mind.
All of this takes a long time to describe, but it all happened in the blink of an eye. Just as Zhou Fei's mind was shaken, and his Dharmic arts and Dharmic treasures became unstable, Wang Baole rushed over and slashed at the blood-red palm!
A boom reverberated in all directions. The blood-red palm collided with the Dharmic Armament. A loud boom shook the heavens, and the blood-red palm collapsed. After being cut in half, Wang Baole also coughed up blood. However, his expression was fierce and filled with madness. He gripped the Dharmic Armament tightly and slashed at the purple shield.
A deafening boom shook the heavens and earth. A powerful shockwave rippled outwards. The small purple shield was lifted into the air and landed squarely on Zhou Fei's chest. Zhou Fei spat out a mouthful of blood, and Wang Baole's Dharmic Armament swept past him!
A bloody wound appeared on Zhou Fei's forehead, but it didn't pierce through …. Zhou Fei let out a bloodcurdling scream as he was sent tumbling backward at top speed. In the blink of an eye, he was already three hundred meters away.
As he watched Zhou Fei flee, Wang Baole's heart was filled with regret. The shockwave had been too great, and he was running out of energy. Blood flowed out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and his head buzzed. A sense of weakness washed over him.
However, his eyes still flickered coldly.
"It's not over yet …."
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