Whoosh … Whoosh … Whoosh …
The petite tower spirit launched one attack after another at Feng Hao, turning into a blur as it constantly charged and was constantly pushed back. It was as if it didn't know exhaustion and there wasn't a single wound on its body.
"I can only give up …"
Fenghao softly sighed in his heart as he sensed the increasing force colliding against him. He glanced at the tower spirit army in the distance, which had already caught up to him, and planned to withdraw.
But just when he wanted to leave, he saw an unremarkable white mark on the abdomen of the Supreme Pagoda Spirit when it rose into the sky. Instantly, a light flashed in his eyes.
The white mark was hidden under the carapace and would only be revealed when the tower spirit rose into the air and slightly opened its carapace.
"That should be its weak point."
Feng Hao stopped and a longsword condensed in his hand as he stood on the spot, waiting for the tower spirit to charge at him again.
The tower spirit clearly didn't know that its weak point had already been exposed to its enemy. After it fell, it bounced back like a ball …
"Now."
Feng Hao charged forward instead of retreating. His figure suddenly burst forth with the longsword in his hand as he streaked across the sky, crossing the tower spirit and landing in two different places.
Without even turning his head around, the corners of Fenghao's mouth curled into a faint smile.
Behind him, the supreme Tower Spirit crashed into the ground and did not climb back up. The white mark on its abdomen had been slashed by the longsword. Fresh blood flowed out as its life force rapidly dissipated. After struggling a few times, its gem-like eyes slowly dimmed.
The true overlord of the Hundred Clan Tower died just like that.
Boom … Boom … Boom …
It was like an army of tanks had arrived. The entire world was trembling, and the rumbling sounds were endless. All of them were Tower Spirits the size of small mountains. They were charging over from afar like a tidal wave. Only then did Fenghao recover his wits.
Turning around, Feng Hao stored the supreme tower spirit's corpse into his ring and flew into the distance without looking back.
He didn't want to face these crazy tower spirits alone.
Once they settled down, he would bring Little Blue Dream to harvest them. Wouldn't that be even easier?
…
After Little Qingmeng returned to the gathering point, everyone was informed that Feng Hao wanted to hunt down the Transcendent Tower Spirit. In an instant, all of them sucked in a cold breath of air.
No one had ever successfully hunted down a Transcendent Tower Spirit. Furthermore, its defense was impeccable. Even someone of the same cultivation level might not be able to break through its defense.
However, no one was worried.
They knew that even if Feng Hao couldn't kill the transcendent-grade Tower Spirit, he would have no problem escaping. That was why they were all waiting patiently.
Not long after, a figure hurriedly rushed over from the distant horizon.
"Yes, Father."
The sharp-eyed Little Qingmeng was the first to notice the newcomer, attracting everyone's attention.
At this moment, although Feng Hao's clothes were tattered, there weren't any injuries on his body. After sweeping a glance at him, Joan Of Arc and Yan Qing heaved a sigh of relief.
"Brat Feng, did you succeed?"
Long Yuanguan was somewhat eager to give it a try as he asked with a curious expression. His pair of eyes swept across Fenghao's body with a sneaky look.
"Yeah."
After casting a comforting glance at Joan Of Arc and the other two, Feng Hao nodded his head. With a flip of his hand, he took out the supreme tower spirit's corpse and casually threw it on the ground.
"Heavens, he really succeeded."
Looking at the Supreme Pagoda Spirit that had already breathed its last, everyone couldn't help widening their eyes in disbelief.
This was definitely the first time.
They really didn't expect Feng Hao to be able to do something that even the ancient Divine Master Physique couldn't do when he was young.
"Oh my god, it really is a supreme tower spirit."
Long Yueguan walked up and knocked on the supreme tower spirit's carapace. After feeling the hardness of the carapace, he murmured in astonishment.
However, what puzzled everyone was that there weren't any injuries on the supreme tower spirit's body. Only its abdomen was continuously bleeding.
That's because it wasn't soaring in the air, so the carapace wasn't opened. Thus, the white mark was naturally covered.
After listening to Feng Hao's explanation, everyone finally understood that the supreme tower spirit wasn't flawless. It was just that they rarely discovered it.
After all, with the supreme tower spirit's strength and speed, almost no one could resist it. Even if they knew its flaws, who could kill it?
"I heard that a supreme tower spirit can allow a person to advance a level. Doesn't that mean that if we kill a dozen more supreme tower spirits, it will be enough for us to advance to the pinnacle of the Saint Realm?"
Holding the supreme tower spirit, Long Yueguan began to dream. His face was full of realization, as if he had already seen a beautiful tomorrow.
However, what made everyone embarrassed was that although they had already killed the supreme tower spirit, how could they break its head and take out the spiritual core?
Feng Hao gave it a try, but in the end, he shook his head.
"It can't be, what should we do?"
Seeing that Feng Hao was also helpless, Long Yueguan's face, which was originally in a state of excitement, immediately deflated. He was listless like a deflated ball.
In the end, the group could only return to the city and ask Gongsun Jing.
Holding the supreme tower spirit in his hand, Gongsun Jing examined it over and over again. In the end, his gaze stopped below the supreme tower spirit's abdomen.
He stretched out his hands and forcefully pried open the two pieces of carapace. He saw the white mark that was cut open.
"Perhaps we don't have to break open its head. We can also take out the spiritual core from here."
Gongsun Jing pointed at the place where the white scar had been cut.
After fiddling with it for a while, Zhang Xuan emptied the Transcendent Pagoda Spirit before taking out the Spirit Core.
Looking at the spiritual core that flickered with multicolored light, everyone's eyes flashed with amazement.
The multicolored light was extremely beautiful. It was so beautiful that it could not be described with words. In particular, Joan Of Arc and the other two girls present had an infatuated look in their eyes.
Although he was deeply moved, Feng Hao did not want to waste any more time. He continued to hunt for tower spirits with everyone else, not even letting the supreme tower spirit go.
Under such a pressing time, a day passed in the blink of an eye. The day of splitting open the sky had arrived.
The commotion caused by the Longevity Domain had shocked the entire Penglai World. As a result, the fight for the spiritual beads had naturally attracted the attention of all the forces in the Penglai World. Many days ago, the Hundred Race Ancient City had already been filled to the brim. Only first-rate or second-rate forces had the right to enter the city.
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