At this moment, the surroundings were extremely silent. Even the sound of breathing had disappeared. All the Never-Ending Clan members in the vicinity, as well as the hidden Descenders, felt an unprecedented shock in their hearts. It was as if a hundred thousand bolts of lightning had exploded in their minds.
A Spirit Immortal … was dead!
This scene shocked them so much that everyone found it hard to believe. In reality … to the Never-Ending Clan members, their army commander was already a god-like figure. Apart from those at the Planet realm and above, he was basically unshakable.
But now, he had been slashed in half by the masked pig-headed person in front of everyone. His body and soul had been destroyed …
The shock brought about by this was so great that it was difficult to describe their feelings completely.
Especially when the Never-Ending Clan elder's body was slashed in half, a late-stage Spirit Immortal fluctuation appeared from his crumbling body. But like a flame, it was extinguished as soon as it appeared.
This aura seemed to remind everyone that the person who was killed … was not an ordinary Spirit Immortal, but a late-stage Spirit Immortal!
The elder's Essence Soul was also destroyed. It had been wiped out by Wang Baole's divine weapon!
At the same time, a large amount of life aura was released the moment the elder died. Along with the aura of death formed by the destruction of his Essence Soul, it went straight for the black demonic eye behind Wang Baole.
The black demonic eye had overdrawn its strength. It was already filled with blood vessels and seemed to be on the verge of collapse. Especially when the Never-Ending Clan elder's final struggle and self-detonation forcefully resisted, it was damaged again. But at this moment, one could still see an extremely intense greed in the demonic eye. It was like a black hole that directly sucked in the Never-Ending Clan elder's life aura.
This aura was extremely dense in Wang Baole's senses, but it could not be seen by outsiders. At this moment, even if it enveloped the surroundings and completely covered Wang Baole, no one could see it clearly. However … although the surrounding people could not see the fog, they could see that Wang Baole's surroundings were filled with distortions.
This distorted will was very shocking, and even his figure was blurred within, giving people a very strange feeling.
This feeling, coupled with the shock from before, caused the silence in the surroundings to slowly be broken by the sounds of rapid inhalation, followed by the uncontrollable gasps of the crowd.
"Dead … dead?"
"Legion Commander … has fallen?"
"This is impossible!"
As the voices continued to ring out, some Never-Ending Clan members who reacted quickly retreated hastily with fear in their eyes. Even though Wang Baole didn't seem to be in a very good state, no one dared to go near him. His distorted silhouette was like a demon god, mysterious and exuding an aura that made one tremble in fear.
Soon, more and more Never-Ending Clan members retreated. In the end, all the Never-Ending Clan members surrounding the area scattered and fled at full speed, wanting to leave this place.
Even the Descenders like Wang Baole trembled and chose to leave this place. But in the end, there were still seven or eight who hesitated due to greed. They only retreated a little but didn't leave. Instead, they narrowed their eyes, suppressed the greed in their hearts, and stared at Wang Baole's location.
As these people watched, Wang Baole's body, which was surrounded by the aura of the Never-Ending Clan elder's death, was going through an earth-shattering change.
As the black demonic eye behind him absorbed the aura of the Never-Ending Clan elder's death, it rapidly healed. Under the characteristics of the Demonic Eye Art, regardless of whether it was willing or not, it had to contribute almost ninety percent of its power as nutrients to push Wang Baole's cultivation to break through. As it surged into his body, Wang Baole's body trembled, and his previous injuries rapidly healed.
First, his collapsed legs gathered together at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, the feeling of weakness caused by his multiple self-detonations was also replenished at this moment. More importantly … his cultivation!
Since arriving in this world, Wang Baole had killed many people. However, he had always been a hair's breadth away from achieving a breakthrough in his cultivation. At this moment, as he killed the Spirit Immortal realm cultivator, he directly leaped over that hair's breadth. At this moment, his cultivation seemed to have received an unprecedented boost. With a loud boom, he suddenly achieved a breakthrough!
He was no longer in the late-stage Soul Conduit realm, but … perfected Soul Conduit realm!
He didn't even just break through. Instead, he reached the peak of the perfected Soul Conduit realm as soon as he stepped in. He was only half a step away from breaking through the Soul Conduit realm and stepping into the Spirit Immortal realm!
To be precise, at this moment, he was …
"False Immortal!" Wang Baole's eyes opened abruptly. The moment he did so, lightning seemed to spread out from his eyes. It rumbled in all directions and tore apart the distortions around him. Instantly, the distortions collapsed, allowing those who had evil intentions to descend to clearly see the light and state in Wang Baole's eyes. At this moment, the color behind him was no longer black. Instead, it was beginning to spread out red light. After neutralizing the red light, it looked like a pair of purple eyes!
This scene immediately caused the seven or eight greedy cultivators' scalps to go numb. Without any hesitation, they instantly retreated and wanted to leave this place. But they were still a step too late.
Wang Baole didn't move, but the huge purple eye behind him turned. At the same time, it emitted a demonic aura, and at the same time, it instantly disappeared behind Wang Baole. As shrill screams came from all directions, Wang Baole frowned. When he looked over coldly, in his divine sense, he saw that the fleeing cultivators had all withered. A large number of eyes that were dispersing were growing on each of their bodies.
"Another backlash?!" Wang Baole's eyes shone with a cold light. He raised his right hand towards an empty area in the distance and made a grabbing motion. As he did so, ripples immediately appeared in that area. In an instant, the huge purple eye that had left his body appeared out of thin air in that area. It seemed to be struggling, but with the eruption of the devouring seed in Wang Baole's body, the purple eye was still pulled to him bit by bit.
"I warned you before," he said coolly. Looking at the purple eye in front of him, Wang Baole spoke calmly. The eye flickered a few times, then slowly dimmed, as if it had decided to submit after weighing the pros and cons of the situation.
Clearly, the method Wang Baole used to punish the will within the Demonic Eye Art had cast a huge shadow on it. As for Wang Baole, he narrowed his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, a familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears again!
"Help me … Outsider, help me this time!"
This time, the voice was much clearer than the one Wang Baole had heard before. Instinctively, Wang Baole was certain that the voice had come from underground. When the voice appeared again, his expression changed involuntarily.
"Who are you?!" Wang Baole suddenly lowered his head and looked at the ground. Not only could he sense the direction of the voice, but he could also vaguely sense the general direction of the voice.
The moment Wang Baole lowered his head to look at the ground, deep underground, near the core of the planet, there was a thick layer of magma under the thick surface!
In the magma, there was a black altar in the shape of a tower. At the top of the hundreds of steps was the altar's main position. There … in three corners, there were three oil lamps that emitted ghostly flames!
Between the three oil lamps were two figures sitting cross-legged in meditation!
One of them was an old man. His entire body was withered, and his aura was extremely weak, as though he was not far from death. In his dantian, there was a huge hole. Bursts of seven-colored light were emitting from the hole. As it enveloped the surroundings, one could see that the seven-colored light was actually a miniature planet!
Opposite him, the other person who was meditating cross-legged under the seven-colored light had three heads and six arms. He was from the Never-Ending Clan. This person looked middle-aged, and his three heads had extremely cold expressions. He raised his right hand and seemed to be slowly extracting the seven-colored planet from the old man's dantian.
If anyone else saw this scene, they would be able to tell at a glance … that the injured old man and the Never-Ending Clan member were both at the Planet realm, and the former was clearly being refined by the latter!
At that moment, in the midst of the refinement, the Never-Ending Clan Planet realm cultivator suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the withered old man in front of him. Greed flashed in his eyes at first, then turned into mockery as he sneered.
"Old fogey, you still haven't given up?"
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