Ji! Ji! Ji!
Ji! Ji! Evil, weird, headache-inducing noises immediately echoed from the pit.
It sounded both like the hideous laughter of thousands of devils from the deepest level of hell and the wriggling of countless insects that were gathered together.
The barbarian Cultivators, the Ghost Qin cavalry, and the Black Tiger Iron Guards all felt that their eardrums were being ripped apart, their hearts were constricted, and they felt like vomiting.
Although they summoned all their spiritual energy to resist the noises, they could not suppress the shock and fear in their heart.
The green will-o '-the-wisps in the giant pit seemed to have been poured with a ladle of hot oil. With a "teng" sound, they suddenly shot to a height of several hundred meters, like a ferocious tree of fire baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
Countless sparks darted to the audience nearby like flowers. Like the Fire of Samadhi, they grew and raged in the wind, making the scene a mess. Everybody was running away in tears.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Deep inside the pit, Master Black Moon's devastating screams were echoing, as if he were suffering the cruelest torture in the world.
All the barbarian Cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment. They had to consume all their spiritual energy to stop their legs from shaking.
This was the first time that they had heard Master Black Moon, the best expert in the Southland of Sorcerers, scream so miserably.
Accompanied by Master Black Moon's screams were weird laughter that was each louder than the last. A high-pitched voice that seemed to be coming from the gaps of rust and rocks shouted, "Yan Wenlong, take a good look at who I am. It's time for us to settle the scores of decades ago!"
Yan Wenlong was Master Black Moon's real name.
Ever since he became a Yuanying expert who commanded dozens of villages and awed the Southland of Sorcerers, few people were bold enough to call him by his name.
Even 'Master Black Moon' was not something that regular barbarians had the courage to call him. < >
Most of the barbarians would kneel on the ground and call him 'elder' respectfully when they saw him.
But now, this "Ancestor" had fallen to a tragic end in front of everyone's eyes.
Many old and wrinkled barbarian Cultivators vaguely felt that the weird voice sounded familiar.
It was not the tone but the vibe of evilness and killing intent contained in the tone.
They all frowned and tried to recall.
Suddenly, one of the old sorcerers trembled, and his face turned green. He let out a strange cry from the depths of his throat. He was actually scared out of his wits.
Under the ravaging of the mysterious figure, Venerable Black Moon had no power to fight back.
Even the high-pitched and tragic cries at the beginning turned into intermittent groans after a while.
When the groaning was at its weakest, hundreds of explosive sounds condensed into one as if all the bones in Venerable Black Moon's body were crushed in an instant.
In the next moment, the demonic fire brightened up another level. Blood gushed out from the depths of the pit and was incinerated by the demonic fire.
Only a few bones and half a skull were left, but they were also turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.
Xiu!
The green will-o '-the-wisps instantly retreated back into the crater, and not a single spark could be seen.
The green fog in the pit churned and gradually surged out. It was like a vast and misty lake, as if it wanted to compete with the morning sun.
The hundreds of square meters nearby were enshrouded in the green fog.
The green fog seemed to be formed by countless demons and devils. It seemed to possess an evil life. It hissed in all directions and extended tentacles from time to time, trying to drag the surrounding cultivators into the fog. < >
Even the barbarian Cultivators who grew up in the smoky land of the Southland of Sorcerers and were adept at unorthodox arts had never seen such a weird view.
It was needless to mention the Black Tiger Iron Guards and the Ghost Qin Knights from the central plateaus and the northland.
Sensing the immense pressure of spiritual energy from the depths of the green fog, as if a primeval beast was breaking out of its cocoon, all the Cultivators felt that their mouths were dry and their legs were shaking, not knowing what to do.
At the center of the green fog, the tides were rolling, and a cluster of fog the size of a human gradually appeared.
The cluster of fog hissed and dispersed. The mysterious figure who had suppressed Venerable Black Moon a moment ago finally revealed himself.
At first glance, the man was not tall. He was somewhat slim, and his face was as young as that of a teenager.
However, the tiny wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the black eyes that were as deep as the ocean and flashing brutality every now and then, and the lips that were slightly pursed like a guillotine, made it impossible to tell his real age.
He wore a wide green robe that seemed to be condensed from ghostly flames. His black hair casually scattered behind his head like a waterfall. From time to time, under the contrast of the ghostly flames, it would flutter madly without any wind.
He floated in the air with his hands behind his back, releasing a powerful and unrestrained aura. Waves of energy tore through the air, forming ripples visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.
Just now, he had completely melted a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator into pus and obliterated the pus into ashes. For him, it seemed to be a piece of cake.
At this moment, faced with hundreds of Cultivators, including a Yuanying expert and several in the Core Formation Stage, he was not bothered at all.
His indifferent eyes glanced at them casually, as if those lying on the ground were just a bunch of chickens and dogs.
Every Cultivator who was caught by his eyes felt that they were lying below a guillotine at the mercy of the guy.
Many barbarian Cultivators summoned their courage to observe him, only to discover that there was a small green birthmark at the center of the guy's eyebrows. It looked like a green spot, but under the surging spiritual energy, it slowly spread out like ink on a piece of paper and gradually occupied the upper half of his face, forming the shape of a green vulture.
The green vulture flapped its wings and was about to fly away. It occupied the upper half of the guy's face, as if he were wearing a mask, making the guy even more mysterious and unpredictable.
The creepy appearance made the barbarian Cultivators' hearts palpitate. They all recalled a name that had disappeared for decades but was still frightening and sleepless at night.
"L-L-L-Vulture."
Before they called out the guy's name, the guy had already lunged at Han Yuantai, another Yuanying expert on the spot, in creepy laughter, his green robe shaking, like a hungry vulture.
Han Yuantai had just plucked out the mysterious venomous needles on his face when he sensed the pressure of spiritual energy that was even more powerful than his own coming at him. He couldn't have been more appalled.
As one of the best experts on the Dark Cloud Prairies, he bellowed and pressed forward instead of retreating. Holding an unusual weapon that was embedded with dozens of wolf fangs that looked both like a saber and a saw, he condensed the flames of spiritual energy around him into an enormous wolf with wings on the back.
"Aooo!"
The enormous wolf made of spiritual energy was as vivid as a living creature. It flapped its wings and lunged at the mysterious weirdo. < >
Ji! Ji! Ji!
Ji! Ji! The green fog around the weirdo uttered ear-splitting shrieks again. Almost ten skinny ghost hands suddenly extended out of the green fog. Half of them snatched the giant wolf, and the other half attacked Han Yuantai.
"This trick again!"
Han Yuantai was both shocked and infuriated. This time, he finally sensed that hundreds of venomous needles that were as thin as hair were hidden inside the ghost claws made of ghostly fire.
"What kind of magical equipment is this exactly? Why is it so sordid and vicious?"
Although he had seen through the enemy's technique, the venomous needles hidden inside the ghostly fire were a combination of the attack of spiritual energy and the attack of magical equipment. They were unpredictable and very difficult to deal with.
Han Yuantai secretly complained in his heart. He could only try his best to distinguish the venomous needles inside the ghostly fire one by one, not missing any of them.
Right then —
He suddenly felt greatly alarmed. The bones all over his body uttered cracking noises, and he forced himself to step to the left.
The saber in his hand, however, was broken into halves without a sound. The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest flaw.
As it turned out, an invisible, sharp line of mica that was ten times thinner than the venomous needles had drifted in front of his face.
Had it not been for his quick reaction, the line of mica would've cut his wrist instead of his saber.
At this moment, he was already jumping up and down in embarrassment, but the enemy was still smiling and holding his hands behind his back, attacking with pure spiritual energy at ease.
"Where — where is this monster from exactly? Why does he have such a sordid treasure?"
Han Yuantai felt like crying. He roared in his heart.
The warriors of Ghost Qin were fearless of death. Seeing that their general was trapped, they roared nonstop and urged the wolves to attack together.
The green-robed freak sniffed and shook his long sleeve. Dozens of glittering skulls flew out of his sleeve and hovered in midair.
Those skulls, on the other hand, were made of metals and crystals. They were delicate and vivid. Green, ghostly fire was burning inside the hollow eye sockets and jaws. When they flew to the front of the Ghost Qin Knights, they all exploded into thousands of skeletons of green fire, setting up a wall of fire that separated them from the main general.
Sensing the uncanny spiritual energy inside the wall of fire, the Ghost Qin Knights were still trying to lunge forward, but the wolves below them all collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth and shuddering after roaring and howling. They had been completely awed.
After the Ghost Qin Knights who had fallen to the ground got back to their feet and looked at the skeletons of ghostly fire, they saw a picture that they found hard to believe.
Han Yuantai, the invincible Lord of Behemoth in their hearts, a great expert in the middle level of the Yuanying Stage, and a hero of the north who had dominated the Dark Cloud Prairies for decades, had been tied up by an enormous shackle that looked like the skeleton of a vulture.
The two wings of the 'vulture' pierced deep into his ribs, and the 'claws' clutched his shoulder blades tightly. The narrow, long, and sawtooth neck was entangled with Han Yuantai's neck, too.
Han Yuantai was tied up by the bizarre-shaped shackle and unable to move at all. The expression on his face couldn't have been more splendid.
The green-robed freak opened his fingers and grabbed Han Yuantai's head, lifting him up softly like an eagle grabbing a chicken. There was not the slightest emotion in his deep, dark eyes as he glanced at the Ghost Qin Knights casually.
After a breath, everything was settled. Of the two Yuanying Stage experts, one had died a miserable death, and the other had lived a miserable life.
Seeing that, all the barbarian Cultivators around finally realized what was going on. They all kneeled on the ground. There was no telling who started it first, but the cries and howls echoed in the forest.
"Master Spiritual Vulture!"
"Elder Spiritual Vulture!"
"The Wolf Tail Cave of the Silver Wolf Mountain welcomes Master Spiritual Vulture!"
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