The moment he broke free, Wang Baole could no longer suppress his injuries. They erupted and he coughed out blood. More blood seeped out from the cracks on the Thearch Armor and spread into the galaxy, forming blood threads. The Thearch Armor, which had lasted until now, could no longer hold on. It shattered with a bang and turned into broken meridians that retreated back into Wang Baole's body.
Since it was not the Thearch Collapse, even though the Thearch Armor was severely damaged, as long as there was enough Spirit Qi, it could still recover after being nourished. However, the extent of its devastation showed how difficult Wang Baole's battle had been.
After losing the protection of the Thearch Armor, Wang Baole's vision blurred as he charged out. He was like a lamp that had run out of oil. He had used up all his strength, but … the danger did not disappear completely after he charged out.
Almost at the moment he broke free, a mark formed by fog flew out from the black hand that had collapsed from the inside out. It flew towards Wang Baole and was about to brand itself on his body.
The mark exuded a sense of decay, as if it could destroy all life and corrode all auras!
Once it was branded, given Wang Baole's current state, he would definitely die!
However, Wang Baole could no longer avoid it. Not only had his Thearch Armor disappeared, but his Infernal Nightmare's main eye had also turned blurry. In the end, it branded itself on Wang Baole's forehead like a third eye and turned into a totem. Hence, when faced with the incoming mark, Wang Baole could only rely on the voice transmission arrangement he had made with Feng Qiuran. And once something happened to Feng Qiuran, Wang Baole could only bet that the scabbard in his body would be able to passively erupt again in this life and death crisis.
Fortunately, Feng Qiuran did not disappoint Wang Baole. She had been paying close attention to the battle since the beginning. The moment Wang Baole charged out, she was the first to meet him. In a single step, she was beside Wang Baole. She hugged him and turned around. With a flash, she formed a seal with her left hand and raised it. Her Soul Conduit realm cultivation erupted, and she did not care about the backlash from her injuries. She pressed down on the incoming mark.
With this press, Feng Qiuran's face turned pale. A white vase materialized in her palm and collided with the mark.
With a loud boom, the vase shattered. However, the black mark was also stopped by the vase's collapse. It lost its power to take Wang Baole's life and gave Feng Qiuran enough time. With a flash of her body, she turned into a long rainbow and left the battlefield in an instant with Wang Baole. With Li Xingwen and the others as well as the Federation's battleship providing cover and support, they finally approached and flew into the Federation's battleship.
Almost the moment they entered the battleship, Li Xingwen rushed over with an anxious expression. The first thing he did was to ignore Feng Qiuran, who was staggering due to the backlash from her injuries. He immediately took Wang Baole from Feng Qiuran. Looking at the pale-faced Wang Baole who seemed to be unable to open his eyes and feeling the state of his body, Li Xingwen's heart instantly clenched.
"You brat …"
"Grandmaster …" Seeming to have heard Li Xingwen's voice, Wang Baole, whose consciousness had been somewhat blurry, forced himself to open his eyes. When he saw Li Xingwen, he also noticed Feng Qiuran beside him. With some effort, some spirit returned to his eyes, and he grinned.
"Your disciple was fortunate enough to not let you down. I have safely escorted Grandmaster back to …" Before he could finish his sentence, Wang Baole could no longer hold on. Especially when he saw the people from the Federation, his heart relaxed. His head tilted to the side, and he fainted.
Seeing that Wang Baole was still trying to win over Feng Qiuran at this point, Li Xingwen sighed inwardly. When he raised his head to look at Feng Qiuran, the pale-faced Feng Qiuran seemed to relax as well. She spat out a mouthful of blood, but she didn't have the time to move forward. Instead, she sat down cross-legged and began to treat her injuries.
Looking at Feng Qiuran and Wang Baole, Li Xingwen raised his head and stared at the starry sky outside. After the power of the Anti-Spirit Bombs had destroyed the giant black hand, the Dao Palace battleship was visibly shaken, as well as the hesitant Dao Palace cultivators. He took a deep breath. He knew that this place was too close to Mercury, and the most important mission this time was to retrieve someone. Since he had already received his mission, he gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to charge over to prevent any accidents. He ordered the battleship to retreat.
While they were retreating, Li Xingwen arranged for the Federation battleship to release more than a hundred Anti-Spirit Bombs. They were ready to strike at any time, forming a deterrent force that caused the Dao Palace cultivators to narrow their eyes. They were already hesitant, but now they were even more hesitant.
Leisurely Taoist on Mercury also fell silent. The giant hand just now had depleted much of his reserves. If he attacked again, it would affect the repair of the Never-Ending Clan's Death Dao Battleship. At the same time, the deterrent force of the Anti-Spirit Bombs had a certain effect. Therefore, after narrowing his eyes and weighing the pros and cons, he suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and didn't stop them.
Just like that, the Federation battleships slowly retreated until they used the Solar System Array Formation's black-hole-like vortex to leap and disappear from the cosmos. The battlefield fell silent. After a long while, the Dao Palace battleships and cultivators finally dispersed in silence.
At the same time, after safely leaving, Li Xingwen immediately gave orders to set up a temporary protective array formation at the place where Feng Qiuran was recuperating. At the same time, he arranged for trustworthy cultivators to stand guard there. As for himself, he sent Wang Baole to a secret chamber, using the Solar System Array Formation and the Federation's resources to provide Wang Baole with the best possible environment for recuperation.
Li Xingwen only heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that Wang Baole was only unconscious and wasn't seriously injured. He spread out his divine consciousness and stood guard over the two of them.
Time passed slowly. Several hours after the Federation battleship crossed the stars and headed for the line of defense at Venus, Wang Baole slowly opened his eyes in the secret chamber.
As he opened his eyes, a deep sense of exhaustion and intense pain that came from both inside and outside his body made Wang Baole grit his teeth. He forced himself to sit up and sat down cross-legged. Panting heavily, he looked around and discovered that he was in a secret chamber. After sensing the rich spiritual qi here, he recalled everything that had happened before. He spread out his divine consciousness and scanned the area. Without anyone noticing, he saw the battleship, Feng Qiuran, who was recuperating, and Li Xingwen, who was standing guard outside.
All of this allowed Wang Baole to heave a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.
"At least I didn't die. I made it back to the Federation safely." Wang Baole rubbed his tummy, which was no longer as soft as it used to be. As he relaxed, he instinctively took out a bag of snacks from his storage bracelet and began munching on them. At the same time, he checked his injuries.
"My injuries aren't light, and my Thearch Armor is quite damaged as well. However, that's not a big deal. Ten bottles of spiritual liquid … hmm, twenty bottles. That should be enough for me to recover."
Wang Baole ate the snacks. He did not heal immediately. Instead, after some calculations, he took out a bottle of Ice Spirit Water and drank an entire bottle. Only then did he narrow his eyes and raise his hand to touch the totem of a black eye on his forehead. He recalled the battle that he had narrowly escaped with his life.
"The power of the Demonic Eye Art is even more terrifying than I imagined. Just by condensing close to ten thousand demonic eyes, I was able to disperse half of the power of the black hand." Wang Baole did not immediately sense the totem on his glabella. Instead, an undetectable flash appeared in his eyes. He placed the snacks aside and took out a pill bottle filled with spirit liquid from his storage bracelet. He placed it next to his nose and inhaled deeply.
As he inhaled, the pill bottle immediately trembled. The spiritual liquid inside instantly turned into an indescribably thick spiritual mist that entered Wang Baole's body through his orifices. As Wang Baole's body trembled, the spiritual mist rapidly spread throughout his body and began to heal his body.
Soon, the first bottle was finished. Wang Baole took out a second bottle, then a third bottle. After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, when Wang Baole had more than thirty empty bottles piled up beside him, he suddenly opened his eyes. Although his pupils still showed signs of exhaustion, all of his injuries had completely healed.
Even the Thearch Armor had completely healed under the nourishment of the spiritual liquid. It had been restored to its original state. However, the storage of the Flame Snatch required the accumulation of flesh and blood. Therefore, Wang Baole did not waste any spiritual liquid to replenish it.
After doing all this, Wang Baole took a deep breath and prepared to close his eyes and rest his exhausted mind. According to his calculations, the moment he woke up would be the moment the battleship arrived on Venus.
He did not see Zhao Yameng and the others on the battleship. However, he used his divine will to scan the entire battleship. From the idle chatter of the Federation cultivators, he gathered a lot of information. After combining the information, not only did he have a better understanding of the battle situation, he also knew that Zhao Yameng and the others were fine. The only reason they did not travel with the battleship was because they were out on a mission.
"I have to think about how I should express my modesty when they see how powerful I have become in such a short period of time."
As he waited expectantly, Wang Baole slowly closed his eyes. He looked relaxed, but deep in his eyes, there was still a cold glint …. The moment he closed his eyes, the totem formed by the Underworld Puppeteer's Primary Eye on his forehead suddenly moved. It was as if it had come to life. The black eye that had been closed … actually opened on its own!
The moment it opened, the will contained within it suddenly erupted. It was as if, to the Underworld Puppeteer, Wang Baole's current state, was the best time for it to possess and control him!
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