"Wang Baole?!"
The demonic figure and the eerie black eyes caused Chi Lin and the other three's expressions to change drastically. Their eyes were filled with disbelief. It was obvious that Wang Baole's act of breaking through the red mist was beyond their expectations. Furthermore, the countless souls around them were kowtowing to Wang Baole as if they were paying homage to their king. This was even more inconceivable to them.
Even so, the four of them were battle-hardened Never-Ending Clan cultivators. Even though their minds were shaken, they glanced at each other and suddenly burst forth, transforming into four afterimages as they charged toward Wang Baole.
As they approached, the four of them did not hesitate at all. They immediately used their trump cards!
As for Chi Lin, with a wave of his hand, a gray Daoist robe appeared, floating above his head. It was as if a person was wearing it, but they could not see his body. It spread out over his head, emitting waves of deathly aura as it rushed toward Wang Baole.
The other three had different trump cards. One of them formed a series of hand seals, his body overlapping, and a huge black lizard appeared on his body. This lizard seemed to have fused with his body. It opened its mouth wide, emitting gusts of fishy wind. Its aura was monstrous, as if it wanted to tear everything apart.
Another person waved his hands, directly tearing open his body, revealing three heads. Clearly, he did not care about his identity being exposed. He wanted to use his powerful physical body to suppress Wang Baole.
The last one was even more bizarre. In a flash, he split into dozens of bodies, moving at high speed from all directions. Each body emitted a blue light, as if they were highly toxic!
Wang Baole watched as the four cultivators charged towards him with murderous intent. He raised his right hand expressionlessly and waved it towards the four cultivators. Instantly, the spirit bodies that were kneeling around him raised their heads and let out soundless but piercing screams. They charged towards the four cultivators without fear of death!
Their speed and quantity were so great that it was as if they had formed a sea of souls, directly bombarding the four of them. Even though the disparity between the four of them was too great in terms of individual strength, and the sheer number of them made it impossible to determine the strength of the four of them, at the very least, they were able to stall for time.
In an instant, waves of fluctuations reverberated through the starry sky. Wang Baole's expression was cold. He did not even look at the four trapped Soul Conduit realm cultivators. He took a step forward and landed beside the red mist where Feng Qiuran was. He raised his right hand and pressed on the mist's surface.
All of the souls in the red mist, whether they were in Feng Qiuran's body or not, began to tremble as they sensed a will that filled them with terror. It was a will that was cold and decisive, and spoke only one word: "You're dead!"
"Scram!"
As soon as this will appeared, all the souls scattered in all directions, as if they were about to explode. Even though the red mist was sealed, it could not withstand the impact of so many souls at the same time. In an instant, the red mist completely exploded. A large number of souls scattered in all directions, revealing the dying Feng Qiuran.
After all, Feng Qiuran was a Soul Conduit realm cultivator. Even though she had been trapped for a long time, she still maintained a clear mind. When she saw the figure who had saved her, her pupils shrank. She vaguely recognized Wang Baole. At the same time, she could not help but be attracted by the closed black eye behind Wang Baole.
She fell into a trance as soon as she saw it. It was as if she was looking at a black hole that was spinning endlessly. She felt as if her soul was about to leave her body. In her shock, she bit the tip of her tongue and forced herself to recover. She was even more shocked. She didn't know what the black eye was, but she could tell that Wang Baole hadn't activated the eye technique. The fact that he had been able to make her fall into a trance without activating the eye technique spoke volumes of how terrifying the black eye was.
"Wang Baole, you …"
"Senior Grandmother Qiuran, the souls here can only trap these four Soul Conduit realm cultivators for a short while. There is not enough time for us to leave. Can you fight one of them?" Wang Baole raised his right hand and waved it, throwing out several pill bottles.
His tone was calm, but under the influence of the strange black eye behind him and his own cold aura, even the transmission of his Divine Will seemed to contain a chill.
"Yes!" Feng Qiuran took the pill bottle and drank it in one gulp. She nodded heavily and looked around. In a flash, she charged towards one of the four trapped Soul Conduit realm cultivators. With the help of her soul, she attacked.
Her attack immediately caused the Soul Conduit realm cultivator's expression to change. In an instant, the two of them began to fight. The shockwaves suddenly spread out and were incomparably violent.
At this moment, there were only three Soul Conduit realm cultivators left, excluding the one who was fighting Feng Qiuran. Wang Baole's eyes flashed. After scanning the three trapped Soul Conduit realm cultivators, his gaze stopped at Chi Lin.
"I have to end this quickly …" Wang Baole murmured softly. He took a step towards the area where Chi Lin was trapped. The moment his foot landed, the red meridians in his body suddenly spread out and formed Thearch Armor around his body!
Even though Thearch Armor didn't look as large as before due to his slender body, the black eyes behind him didn't diminish in the slightest. Instead, the aura of viciousness spread eerily, making Wang Baole look like a demonic god. As he took his second step and arrived beside Chi Lin, Wang Baole raised his left hand and threw a punch!
The Supernova, the Thearch Armor, the Astral Yuanying, and the Demonic Eye Art were all used!
All of these combined to form an explosive force that instantly surpassed the limits of a Yuanying cultivator. This kind of explosive force was not something a Yuanying cultivator could withstand. Only Wang Baole, with his strong physical body and the Thearch Armor, could unleash combat power that was completely beyond the limits of a Yuanying cultivator!
The punch of a Soul Conduit realm cultivator was not comparable to an early-stage Soul Conduit realm cultivator. Instead, it surpassed the early-stage Soul Conduit realm!
Alarm flashed across Chi Lin's face when he saw Wang Baole's attack. He roared in shock, raised his arms, and waved them. The gray Daoist robe on his head appeared before him, blocking Wang Baole's punch.
His main body used this time to rapidly retreat. At the same time, he raised his left hand and slapped his forehead, as if he wanted to tear open his robe and reveal his Never-Ending Clan Battle Constitution.
His plan was good, and his actions were swift, but it was still too late!
The moment the gray robe blocked and Chi Lin's main body retreated, a white light flashed in the depths of Wang Baole's eyes. Instantly, the Dark Demonic Eye behind him … opened!
The moment it opened, the starry sky trembled and everything became still. Dust stopped moving, time stopped moving, and all things stopped moving. Everything stopped moving!
Chi Lin's body was in the midst of everything. At that moment, he stopped moving. It was as if the connection between his soul and his body had been severed, and his ability to think had been cut off. What awaited him was Wang Baole taking a step forward, dodging the gray Daoist robes and flashing past Chi Lin. The glow from the broken arm of the Thearch Armor Divine Armament shone brilliantly.
He didn't have time to retaliate or dodge. He didn't have time to walk out of his Never-Ending Body. As the Divine Armament's severed arm swept past, everything was over … Blood spurted out, and a head flew into the air. Chi Lin's decapitated body withered instantly. All of his flesh and blood were absorbed by the Thearch Armor. Other than that, his soul was also absorbed by the black eye in that instant. Behind Wang Baole, beside the black giant eye, there was … a second, closed eye, the size of a fist!
"Slaying a Soul Conduit realm cultivator is so simple." Wang Baole closed his eyes and sensed the sudden increase in cultivation in his body. His Demonic Eye Art was slowly but steadily climbing toward the fourth level.
His expression was calm, devoid of joy or sorrow. This was the price of cultivating the Demonic Eye Art. He no longer had any emotions toward killing. Instead, there was an indescribable desire in the bottom of his heart that pushed him toward more killing.
"Interesting. Does the Demonic Eye Art have its own will? Are you trying to control me … Wang Baole savored the desire in his heart and turned to look at the second trapped Soul Conduit realm cultivator. A cold glint flashed across his eyes, and he stepped out instantly!
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