Wang Baole intentionally changed his voice to be hoarse and filled with an air of arrogance. He was imitating the voice of the Big Tree. As soon as it entered the battleship, the Cultivators on board felt as if a thunderclap had exploded in their minds. Their ears went deaf, and their faces filled with shock.
As for the Core Formation Cultivators, they couldn't bear it. Blood oozed out of their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Their minds were shaken, and even their Cultivation bases were suppressed. Even Yuanying, whose Cultivation base was higher than theirs, coughed up mouthfuls of blood. Her body teetered on the verge of collapse, and she had no choice but to lean against the wall for support.
Only the Elder with the highest Cultivation base was able to hold on. Blood oozed out of the corners of his mouth, and his face was deathly pale. His eyes were filled with astonishment and terror.
All of this takes some time to describe, but in truth, from the moment Wang Baole transformed into an illusory body, to the moment when the Cultivators' minds collapsed under the influence of his voice, everything happened in the time it takes a spark to fly off a piece of flint!
In the next instant, before anyone could react, waves of black gas visible to the naked eye seeped out from the walls and ground of the battleship, causing the interior of the battleship to be filled with black smoke. This black smoke carried a terrifying aura, and wherever it passed, it would corrode the battleship to a certain extent.
In the blink of an eye, the black Qi shot toward the Cultivators on board the battleship. In the face of it, all forms of resistance and struggle were useless. In the blink of an eye, the black Qi burrowed into the Cultivators' bodies, taking their bags of holding and magical items with it.
Some of the magical items, such as jade pendants, were hung around the neck, or some were kept inside the body to be nourished. However, they couldn't escape the evil claws of the black Qi. Eventually, the black Qi, which carried the bags of holding and magical items, began to condense in front of the Cultivators. In the blink of an eye, it took the shape of a blurry figure!
The figure formed from the black Qi only had a vague outline. Large amounts of smoke surrounded it, which constantly expanded and contracted. It was a shocking sight to behold. At the same time, two balls of crimson light shone out from the face of the blurry figure, which looked at the Cultivators who had lost all of their belongings.
Almost at the instant the figure in the fog looked at the crowd, its gaze seemed to possess physical form, and it immediately set off a rumble in the crowd's hearts.
A sinister wind swept out, along with a frigid coldness that enveloped the entire battleship. The coldness was cold to the body, but it was the opposite to the soul. It was as if the soul was being burned. These two different feelings were reflected in the bodies of all the Cultivators, creating an even more terrifying and bizarre sensation. Some of the Core Formation Cultivators were unable to bear it any longer, and immediately passed out.
The other Yuanying were in a similar situation. They had no choice but to circulate their Cultivation bases to resist the pain in their bodies and souls. Even the Elder coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. He held onto the armrest of the chair and forced himself to speak in a terrified voice.
"We are disciples of the Thousand Spirits Sect. Our sect's Grand Elder is Gongsun Hou. Senior …"
"Noisy!" Before the Elder could finish speaking, a cold snort came from the figure in the black Qi. This cold snort was louder than thunder, and once again, it wreaked havoc in the minds of the Cultivators. The Yuanying Elder could not bear it any longer. As he coughed up blood, the figure in the black Qi raised its right hand and waved it.
With that wave of his hand, a powerful force instantly surged out, forming a vortex that led to the outside of the battleship. A violent suction force spread out, and it directly sucked in the people in the area as if it was about to devour them.
When the vortex reappeared, the Cultivators were already in the atmosphere outside the battleship. Strong winds buffeted them, and loud booms rang out. The Cultivators, who had just survived the disaster, trembled in fear as they watched their battleship explode with speed and disappear into the distance in the blink of an eye!
It was obvious that the entire robbery process, from the beginning to the end, had happened too quickly. Therefore, most of the Cultivators who were trembling in the cold wind had blank looks in their eyes. It was as if they could not believe that as Galactic Pirates, they would be robbed after returning to their home planet with a full load on the outside!
Only the Elder who was in charge of leading the Cultivators let out a pained roar at the sky after about ten breaths. His eyes were red, and he ignored his fellow Cultivators around him. With a flash of his body, he charged downwards at full speed!
When he charged downwards, without anyone noticing, he even raised his right hand and slammed it on his chest, causing his injuries to worsen. After looking extremely miserable, he coughed up blood as he charged through the atmosphere without slowing down at all, heading towards the rendezvous point with his sect.
The moment he charged out of the atmosphere and reached the rendezvous point, he immediately saw the dozens of Cultivators from his sect who had come to receive him. He quickly let out an incomparably miserable cry.
"Sect Leader, this Sun has sinned. Even though I was severely injured, I still couldn't protect the safety of the battleship … Our battleship … has been robbed!"
At the same time these words left his mouth, the Elder seemed to be unable to suppress his injuries. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body could no longer support flight. He plummeted straight down. His fellow Cultivators who had come to receive him from not far away hurriedly caught him in shock. While treating his injuries, they carefully asked about the situation. Then, a middle-aged Cultivator in the crowd immediately took out a jade slip and hurriedly sent a voice transmission.
In the next instant, the sky changed colors. As the wind and clouds churned, a figure broke through the air from the distant void, stirring up a storm that roared in all directions. While everyone was shocked, the figure appeared directly in front of Elder Sun. It was a burly man who was clearly much taller than the average person. His cultivation base was at the early stage of the Soul Conduit realm. It was none other than the Grand Elder of the Myriad Spirit Sect, Elder Sun Hou!
"What happened?" The burly man's eyes were filled with deterrence as he spoke in a low voice.
Old Man Sun's heart trembled as he faced the Grand Supreme Elder of his own sect. He quickly recounted the entire process of how he had been robbed. Once he heard everything, powerful killing intent appeared in Gongsun Hou's eyes. His hair moved without wind, and it was clear that the rage in his heart had already reached a monstrous level.
"How dare you rob the Myriad Spirit Sect's battleship? You're courting death! " Elder Sun Hou lifted his right hand and clenched it. Instantly, heavenly lightning appeared out of nowhere and gathered in his palm. It turned into a ball of lightning that radiated with a terrifying aura. With a flick of his hand, the ball of lightning flew into the atmosphere and exploded, forming a tunnel.
In the next instant, Elder Sun Hou's body flickered as he stepped into the tunnel. His divine sense rumbled as he spread out his hands. Following a special spell, he locked onto the position of his sect's battleship and sped off in pursuit!
As the Grand Supreme Elder of the Ten Thousand Spirit Sect continued his mad pursuit, Wang Baole transformed into Zhuo Yixian's appearance from the mist in the Ten Thousand Spirit Sect's battleship. He stared at the storage bags in front of him that he had opened. His eyes widened, and there was wild joy in them.
"Star Illusory Stone!"
"I'm rich!!" In his excitement, Wang Baole ignored the little donkey, who was licking its lips in anticipation. With a wave of his hand, he put away all the bags of holding. Then his gaze fell upon the battleship that he had simply taken control of.
"The other party must have hidden tracking devices in this battleship … but it would be a pity to give up just like that …" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and immediately got to work.
Relying on his attainments in weapon refinement and the practical experience he had gained in the Holy Crest Sect over the past six months, he began to frantically dismantle the battleship. Due to the lack of manpower, Wang Baole didn't have the time to make puppets during this period. He simply used his Origin Source Technique to create a few doppelgangers that didn't have strong combat abilities to help him dismantle the battleship.
The first thing to be dismantled was the Dharma artifacts in the core area. Next was the battleship's power source, followed by the defense and attack systems … Soon, Wang Baole and his doppelgangers worked together to dismantle the battleship from the inside. He adhered to the principle of dismantling as much as he could. He would dismantle whatever was easiest and most expensive to dismantle first.
"Spirit Guiding Ring? Dismantle it! "
"Engine components? Good stuff, dismantle it! "
"Small components made from Fog Sealing Stone? These things are rare, dismantle it! "
The more Wang Baole dismantled the battleship, the more excited he became. The donkey was also very happy. As Wang Baole dismantled the battleship, it was inevitable that there would be some damage. This was the best snack for the donkey, so it kept nibbling on the scraps and eating happily …
An hour passed. The battleship raced madly through the atmosphere, and Gongsun Hou from the Thousand Spirit Sect chased after it relentlessly. Wang Baole and the donkey tore the battleship apart and devoured it. About thirty percent of the battleship was destroyed!
In the end, Wang Baole restrained his greed with great difficulty. After filling up the storage bags he had robbed, he had no choice but to end the dismantling regretfully. He took the donkey with him and turned into the void, passing through the battleship and escaping into the distance. After losing thirty percent of the battleship, especially because of the lack of power, not only did the battleship slow down, but it also left the atmosphere and fell to the ground below … like a meteor! The latest chapter of The Three-Inch World is here.
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