Apart from the Galactic Dusk Sect and the Five Generation Sky Clan, no one knew what Wang Baole had experienced in the Mystic Luna Realm and what he had lost. Naturally, no one knew how pitiful he was right now.
In fact, the word 'pitiful' wasn't quite the right word to describe him. In reality, what Wang Baole was going through right now was unimaginable to most people. It was a nightmare that no one would want to experience at any time.
For a cultivator, especially a rising star of the Federation, not only was he a designated seedling of the Federation when he was at the True Breath realm, he was also a popular figure in the military. He was also the highly regarded Deputy Pavilion Leader of the four Dao Colleges. It might be an exaggeration to say that he was invincible among those of the same level, but he was at least one of the invincible!
This was Wang Baole's combat strength, identity, and status. However, all of this was under the sun. Now, in the Mystic Luna Realm, with the seal of the array, it was as though the sun had been blocked out. The arrival of darkness caused all laws and restraints to disappear. The law of the jungle was laid bare in this place.
How could a True Breath cultivator resist the attack of a Core Formation cultivator?
Furthermore, the most precious foundation for a True Breath cultivator was also destroyed by the attack of the old Core Formation woman. Furthermore, Wang Baole didn't use a fragment to build his foundation. Instead, he used a rare complete artifact, the small tripod.
As such, the hatred between him and the Galactic Dusk Sect had reached an irreconcilable level. Wang Baole wasn't willing to swear an oath because he felt that oaths were merely the cries of the weak.
He had once felt that this line from the high officials' autobiographies made sense. However, right now, his breathing was heavy. He clutched his stomach and stumbled as he fled in the forest. Other than swearing an oath, he had no other way to vent his emotions.
"I still don't want to make the vow, but if I can survive … the Galactic Dusk Sect …" Wang Baole cracked a smile, but it was filled with terror and no trace of a smile. The murderous aura in his eyes was so thick that it could not be mentioned in the same breath as before. At this moment, he seemed to be a completely different person from the Wang Baole of the past.
Wang Baole believed that he was the same. In the Pond Cloud Rainforest, he had learned how to kill and risk his life. In the Coulomb Basin, he had learned how to unite and cooperate. But here, he had engraved in his heart … a deep-rooted hatred!
This was the enmity of stealing his foundation, this was the enmity of life and death, this was the enmity of severing his future!
In silence, Wang Baole clutched his stomach with his fingers. Blood oozed out. He gasped for breath and leaned against a Big Tree. He lowered his head to look at the wound he was covering. He could even see his intestines inside. It was as if if he let go, his intestines would spill out again and fall to the ground.
Perhaps, his internal organs would also flow out from this wound.
Even with his palm covering it, Wang Baole's injuries were extremely severe this time. This caused Wang Baole to feel his body becoming weaker and weaker. Fortunately, even though his cultivation level had decreased, he had previously reached the level of eighty percent Foundation Establishment.
Even though his Foundation Establishment had been stolen, the existence of the devouring seed allowed him to forcefully stabilize his chaotic cultivation level after his escape. This slowed down the speed of his cultivation level's decline. Even though thirty percent of his meridians had been shattered, no one knew that Wang Baole's Spirit Root was not eight inches, but ten inches back then.
Because of this, the remaining seventy percent of his meridians were barely able to circulate his cultivation level. After stabilizing his combat strength while escaping, he was able to erupt with combat strength comparable to a Foundation Establishment cultivator!
This was terrifying. Wang Baole was only eighty percent Foundation Establishment. Furthermore, thirty percent of his meridians had been destroyed. He was also severely injured. Even so, the combat strength he could display was already comparable to a Foundation Establishment cultivator. In other words, he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator who had been severely injured and whose cultivation level was gradually declining.
However, Wang Baole himself knew that as time passed, his cultivation level would gradually decline. It could be a few hours, or a few days …
"Even if I find my companions from the four major Dao Colleges, it won't be of any help. Instead, it will only bring them a massacre … My only chance of survival now is time … Until the seal is broken, until the seniors from the Dao Colleges appear …" Wang Baole's face was pale as he adjusted his breathing. Even though he had been in bitter despair before, after his escape, that despair turned into a strong desire to live. The more despair he had felt before, the more desire he had now. He only wanted to live.
He didn't want to die. He couldn't bear to part with his parents and friends. He hadn't become the President of the Federation yet. He hadn't taken his revenge yet!
"If I want to delay, I have to treat my injuries and find the Mystic Trace Fog …" Wang Baole lowered his head and looked at his injuries. Once again, he smiled bitterly. His injuries were too severe. The wound on his abdomen couldn't be healed by elixirs.
He already felt that it was a miracle that he hadn't died from such injuries. However, he also knew that it was due to the uniqueness of the devouring seed that had reduced the damage of the wound.
As for the pills in the storage bracelet, they couldn't even alleviate the effects. In fact, if this continued, his body wouldn't be able to withstand it before his cultivation level dropped to that of a mortal. Under the influence of the blood loss and the infection of his cultivation level dropping, he would die.
Especially if an enemy came at this moment. Wang Baole only had to raise his hand that was holding his abdomen, and his intestines would flow out … Even if the devouring seed sucked, it wouldn't last long.
In the silence, Wang Baole knew that perhaps he only had one solution.
However, the moment this solution appeared in his mind, Wang Baole suddenly raised his other hand. A saber appeared in his hand, and he slashed toward the forest on his right without even looking!
His cultivation level was comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and it was used with great precision on this Dharmic Armament. At this moment, his cultivation level was much higher than before, allowing him to control the Dharmic Armament more freely. After the saber landed, the heavens and the earth roared. A saber aura that was taller than a person whizzed out like a roaring black crocodile. It landed directly on the body of a True Breath disciple of the Galactic Dusk Sect who was about to sneak up on him with greedy eyes.
With a bang, the disciple's eyes were still filled with greed. However, a crack appeared on his body from the center of his brows. He was split into two halves. As blood spurted out, both halves fell to the ground.
From the beginning to the end, Wang Baole didn't even look at him. He didn't even put away his Dharmic Armament. He stabbed it into the ground in front of him. Then, as he panted, a look of determination appeared in his eyes.
He immediately took out the four puppets.
"The only way is to dismantle the puppets here and modify them into a set of armor that completely envelops my body. Then, to a certain extent, it will seal the wound!" Wang Baole didn't hesitate at all. Even though he knew that he couldn't stop, the injury was more harmful than continuing forward. Therefore, he clenched his teeth and started dismantling the puppets single-handedly.
Thankfully, as the Deputy Pavilion Head of the Dharmic Armament Pavilion, he had personally created the puppets. Therefore, regardless of whether it was his knowledge of Dharmic Armaments or his familiarity with the puppets, Wang Baole's actions were swift and skillful. He quickly dismantled the four puppets and took out Spirit Stones to inscribe inscriptions and modify them.
This scene was like some kind of art that Wang Baole displayed in his hands. Together with the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament in front of him, the Blazing Burst mystic technique around him, the forest on the back of the Mystic Luna Realm, and his blood-soaked appearance, a Dharmic Armament Master would definitely be moved if he saw this.
Soon, a set of armor gradually appeared before Wang Baole's eyes. The armor was completely black, and it seemed to be filled with a murderous aura and a chilly glow. The exterior of the armor was filled with sharp spikes that were extremely sharp. It could be seen that this armor was specially prepared for killing!
The entire process lasted for about two hours. The armor was completed and stood in front of Wang Baole. It was like a small giant that was more than ten feet tall. It was intimidating.
However, Wang Baole wasn't satisfied. However, due to his limited resources, this was the best he could do. Therefore, he struggled to stand up, formed a seal, and pointed. Instantly, the armor that was more than ten feet tall in front of him disintegrated on its own, turning into countless fragments that flew towards Wang Baole and enveloped him.
When everything was over, the Dharmic Armament disappeared. Wang Baole's physical body couldn't be seen either. Instead, he was replaced by his armored figure standing in front of the Big Tree!
The black head had no face and only two eyes could be seen. The black armor enveloped his body, including the wound on his abdomen. It was as if the armor had replaced his skin and prevented his intestines and organs from flowing out.
At that moment, Wang Baole finally felt the weakness in his body. Even though it was still gradually intensifying, the speed was much slower. If he had been like a raging river previously, he was now like a small stream.
It was also at that moment that Wang Baole stopped. The nine ordinary mosquitoes that were scattered around him saw a figure whizzing towards him from afar!
Before the figure could get close, a wave of Foundation Establishment vibrations exploded from his body!
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