Ever since Wang Baole had embarked on the path of cultivation, he had experienced many life-or-death situations. Whether it was the Big Tree incident, the Moon incident, the life-or-death escape from the Dark Artifact on Mars, or the near-death experience on the ancient greenish-bronze sword, it seemed like everything had gone smoothly. However, if he had been careless, he would have been reduced to ashes by now.
His killing spree had started from the first attack on his airship. He had lost count of how many people he had killed who wanted to destroy his future.
If it had been any other cultivator, their personality might have gradually become cold and gloomy. However, this didn't happen to Wang Baole. He was a person who was ruthless to himself. Only by being ruthless to himself could he be even more ruthless to his enemies. However, Wang Baole had developed this habit since he was a child. Coupled with his previous chubby appearance, whether it was intentional or not, he always gave off a cheerful and honest vibe.
This was the disguise that Wang Baole had learned since he was a child!
However, this disguise was greatly weakened by the Demonic Eye Art. At this moment, Wang Baole's true personality was completely revealed after he had cast aside his cheerful and honest vibe.
His killing spree erupted in an instant. With his late-stage Yuanying cultivation, the sturdiness of his Flame Snatch Thearch Armor, the support of his Stellar Yuanying, and the strangeness of the Demonic Eye Art, he was like a demon god … Wang Baole!
Rumbling sounds continuously turned into ripples that spread out in all directions on the battlefield. Everyone who was targeted by the Demonic Eye Art's gaze would pay the price of their lives, even if they were only frozen for a moment!
Countless red meridians from Wang Baole's Thearch Armor were like red snakes that penetrated all the survivors around him. Furthermore, Wang Baole's speed was so fast that even if he just crashed into them, he would be able to crush them easily. He would be able to crush them amidst their mangled flesh and blood.
At the same time, the absorption from the Flame Snatch was also frenzied. It made Wang Baole's Thearch Armor look ferocious. The number of white threads within increased until they formed bones and even extended to the outside of his body, growing bone spurs. However, this wasn't all. Under this frenzied killing spree, the will of Wang Baole's Demonic Eye Art seemed to be extremely excited and eager.
It greedily devoured one soul after another, forming many black eyes behind Wang Baole. Even if the freezing effect of the Demonic Eye Art disappeared in the next instant and the surrounding cultivators returned to normal, what awaited them was still death!
It was because … with Wang Baole as the source, fear, shock, despair, and other emotions were spreading crazily in the midst of the massacre, engulfing the hearts of everyone present. At that moment, they were unable to organize themselves and form a collective attack. And that … was one of the reasons why Wang Baole had chosen to take the initiative to attack!
He wanted to intimidate and kill. He was well aware of the Dao Palace cultivators he was facing, their attitudes and attitudes. He also knew that if he hesitated, it would only fuel their arrogance. What awaited him would be tens of thousands of cultivators joining forces. Even if it wasn't difficult for Wang Baole to kill Soul Conduit realm cultivators, he knew his own limits. He knew that he couldn't fight against a group of cultivators on his own!
After all, ants may be small, but in large numbers, even the king of beasts would be terrified!
That was why intimidation was of utmost importance at this moment. Although the black eyes formed by the Demonic Eye Art could still affect the crowd every time they opened and closed, there was still a limit to it. As the backlash continued to grow stronger, its effects also began to weaken.
This gave the surrounding Dao Palace cultivators a buffer. Under the orders of the Never-Ending Clan cultivators, under the stimulation of the rewards of battle merits, and in the frenzy of numbers, they began to organize themselves.
But just as the signs of this gathering appeared, what awaited them was Wang Baole silently chanting … the Dao Scripture!
The power of the Dao Scripture replaced the freezing effect of the Demonic Eye Art and descended with a loud rumble. As the Dao Palace cultivators were shaken, the massacre … began once again!
Just like that, Wang Baole descended into a kind of madness. Without a doubt, the lock-on from Mercury had chilled him to the core. The feeling of imminent death made him feel as if his life didn't belong to him anymore.
Fortunately … as the number of demonic eyes behind him increased with the slaughter, the cold feeling of imminent death lessened slightly with each additional demonic eye.
"It's not enough, it's not enough!" Wang Baole's eyes were bloodshot. He even forgot where he was. Under the intense sense of danger, he instinctively sought warmth that no longer made him feel cold. In his eyes, there was no one in front of him that he couldn't kill!
Kill!
Wang Baole took a step forward and appeared next to a Never-Ending Clan cultivator. Just as the cultivator was about to retreat in horror, Wang Baole didn't even look at him. With a loud bang, the Never-Ending Clan cultivator's body shattered like a mortal being hit by an airplane. His body and soul were destroyed!
Kill!
Without stopping, Wang Baole leaped down, withstanding the attacks of hundreds of Dao Palace cultivators from all directions. As the Thearch Armor trembled, the Divine Armament in his right hand erupted with brilliant light. He slashed forward, forming a huge ball of lightning. It shattered and exploded, forming a net that covered an area of ten thousand feet, scorching everything in its path!
Although the effect of this slaughter was great, it also drained Wang Baole's energy at an alarming rate. Even with the Thearch Armor's Flame Snatch replenishing his energy, he couldn't last long. After all, there were too many Dao Palace cultivators!
This was especially so for the Never-Ending Clan cultivators among the Dao Palace cultivators. Their suppression and the orders from the Leisurely Taoist ensured that the cultivators on the battlefield still persevered. They were waiting for the moment when Wang Baole's aura weakened!
They were like springs, constantly withstanding the attacks. As long as Wang Baole showed signs of weakness, they would explode. However, springs also had their limits. If the pressure was too great, not only would they not have the opportunity to explode, they would also be crushed!
After the roar of slaughter reverberated for the time it takes half an incense stick to burn, the spring … shattered!
The entire battlefield was in chaos. The surrounding cultivators finally couldn't take it anymore and began to collapse. No one knew who started it first, but he chose to retreat with a look of horror on his face. The others followed suit. The entire battlefield was like a receding tide, collapsing.
"I don't want any more battle credits. This guy isn't human!"
"I still have a Great Dao to walk and many more things to do. I'm not going to be a pebble that's destined to be crushed!"
This collapse also affected the army of cultivators that came later. The entire battlefield seemed to be in chaos. Feng Qiuran's heart trembled at this sight. She looked at Wang Baole and the surrounding Dao Palace cultivators. Her heart was filled with indescribable emotions. In the end, she sighed.
As they scattered, Wang Baole revealed himself amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the center of the battlefield. The crimson Thearch Armor was demonic to begin with, but the most shocking thing was that behind him … there were thousands of black eyes that appeared like a cape!
The black eyes were all closed, but their squirming and twisting caused the surrounding stars to distort. Wang Baole stood there, surrounded by countless corpses, like a true demon god descending upon the world!
"It's barely enough. It's still not enough!" Wang Baole's chest rose and fell. His mental fatigue and physical weakness made him unable to hold on. However, the replenishment from the Thearch Armor and the willpower of the Demonic Eye Art put him in a state between fatigue and excitement. This feeling made Wang Baole's eyes turn bloodshot. He moved and was about to give chase.
But at that moment … a strange sound that reverberated through the stars suddenly came from the direction of Mercury. The black lightning that had gathered in the Never-Ending Clan battleship on Mercury suddenly exploded!
These countless black lightning bolts no longer formed beams of light that were ten thousand feet long. They didn't form beams of light, but a giant hand formed from pitch-black lightning!
This giant hand swept through the stars, carrying a pressure that surpassed that of the Soul Conduit realm. It carried a terrifying aura that was infinitely close to that of a Spirit Immortal. It suddenly appeared on the battlefield and grabbed at Wang Baole!
From afar, this giant hand didn't seem like much compared to the entire universe. However, on this battlefield, it was shockingly vast. It was as if it wanted to crush Wang Baole and the stars around him and bury everything!
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