txolops Chapter 162 Trapping the Enemy
Chapter 162 Trapping the Enemy
Wu Chou hovered in mid-air, a cruel sneer playing on his lips, as if he could already see Luo Ming's panicked face after the formation shattered. The middle-aged cultivator behind him stared intently at the two fearless corpse puppets, his eyes filled with even greater apprehension towards his master's methods.
Just as the second corpse puppet raised its giant fist again, preparing to deliver the final blow to the collapsing formation—
A faint, almost imperceptible golden ray appeared without warning on the side of the corpse puppet's neck. The golden ray was as thin as a hair, yet its speed was extremely fast, seemingly ignoring the distance in space. One moment it was far away, and the next it was already attached to the dark green neck of the corpse puppet, which was covered with black and purple corpse patterns.
"laugh!"
A soft sound, like a sharp blade slicing through rotten leather.
The corpse puppet, which was preparing to throw a punch, suddenly froze. Its hideous head, along with the dark green corpse fire flickering in its eye sockets, silently detached from its neck and was tossed high into the air.
The cut was smooth as a mirror, without a drop of blood flowing out, only wisps of dark green corpse energy escaping. The headless, enormous body remained in a fist-pumping posture, frozen for a moment, before crashing backward with a thud, slamming heavily onto the rocks on the beach, kicking up a cloud of gravel and dust.
This change came too quickly and too suddenly!
The cold smile on Wu Chou's face froze instantly, then turned into a raging fury.
"You beast!"
He roared fiercely, his eyes bloodshot. Almost at the same moment the corpse puppet's head flew off, a dark light shot into the sky from his waist.
It was a strangely shaped curved blade, pitch black as ink, seemingly capable of devouring light. The blade was only about a foot long, yet it exuded a chilling and malevolent aura that sent shivers down one's spine. A thin layer of black mist swirled around the tip, within which countless twisted, vengeful faces could be seen wailing and floating.
This is Wu Chou's natal magic weapon - "Netherworld Demon Blade"!
The moment the demonic blade appeared, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and even the sea breeze seemed to freeze, its biting chill piercing straight to the soul.
The demonic blade transformed into a dark streak that tore through space, accompanied by a mournful ghostly howl, and rushed straight towards the blurry golden figure that had just severed the head of a corpse puppet and was about to pounce on another corpse puppet!
At the same time, the middle-aged cultivator reacted extremely quickly. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he shouted, "Go!" The hilts of the two longswords crossed on his back, wrapped in old gray cloth, suddenly shook, and the gray cloth instantly turned into dust.
The exposed twin swords have an ancient and simple design, with a deep, dark blue blade. They have no ornate decorations, but they exude a sharpness and weight that has been tempered by time.
Above the sword's edge, a hazy blue sword aura pulsed erratically, emitting a low hum, like a dragon's roar. The middle-aged cultivator formed hand seals, and the two ancient swords, like two blue serpents emerging from the abyss, moved from left to right, each with a piercing shriek that tore through the air. They struck first despite being behind, subtly sealing off all the shadowy figure's escape routes!
One black and two green beams of light emanated from three magical treasures. One was sinister and unpredictable, piercing straight to the soul; the other was sharp and heavy, sealing off all directions. Their combined power instantly enveloped the shadowy figure who had just made his move in a deadly aura!
Faced with this extremely dangerous situation of being attacked from both sides, the blurry shadowy figure displayed astonishing intelligence and speed.
It seemed to possess an innate, keen sense of danger. Just before the black demonic blade reached its body, its small form twisted violently, defying all logic, and slid through the gaps in the beams of magical light. Only a faint black afterimage remained, before being shredded by the ensuing demonic blade and sword energy. (Following the updates has never been so exhilarating.)
The Wind Fox Beast appeared dozens of feet away, revealing its true form. It was not large, resembling an immature black tiger, with its entire body covered in smooth, short, dark fur. Its golden eyes warily stared at the two people in the air, and its tail was held high, emitting a low, threatening hiss.
Seeing their attack miss, both Wu Chou and the middle-aged cultivator were surprised, but their killing intent intensified. Wu Chou changed his hand seals, and the Netherworld Demon Blade drew a strange arc in the air, black mist churning as it locked onto the Wind Fox Beast once more.
The middle-aged cultivator then joined two fingers together and pointed them from afar. Two ancient swords shone brightly with azure light, their blades intersecting like scissors, clearly aiming to completely cut off the spirit beast's escape route.
Several beams of light arrived in an instant, this time striking the Wind Fox Beast precisely. However, what happened next startled the two of them.
"Oh no, that's an illusion!"
When the two saw that the demon beast in front of them had turned into a ray of light and disappeared, they immediately realized that the beast had left behind an illusion at some point, while its true form had long since disappeared.
Just as the two hurriedly used their magical artifacts to protect themselves from the monster's sneak attack.
A pitch-black demon banner suddenly appeared above their heads, followed by billowing black energy that instantly covered a radius of hundreds of feet. Before they could react, they were already trapped within it.
The black mist was thick and viscous, churning endlessly. Within it, countless hideous demonic phantoms could be faintly seen struggling and roaring, emanating a terrifying aura of chaos, savagery, and the ability to devour everything. The black mist spread at an astonishing speed, covering the sky for hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye, even blocking out the sunlight, and the world suddenly darkened.
It was the Thousand Demon Banner that Luo Ming had quietly unleashed!
The churning black clouds of demonic energy instantly engulfed Wu Chou, the middle-aged cultivator, and the last remaining Heavenly Capital Corpse Puppet, along with the Wind Fox Beast that had just dodged the attack! With their vision obstructed and their divine senses struggling to probe, the once tense battlefield instantly descended into pitch-black darkness and chaos.
The black mist was as thick as ink, so thick that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. Only the wailing and howling of demonic souls echoed within it. There were also many corpse puppets hidden within. If one tried to probe into it with one's divine sense, one would be torn apart and interfered with by countless demonic souls. Even Wu Chou, who had a cultivation level of mid-stage Core Formation, could only barely lock onto a range of a few feet around him.
With a flicker, the Wind Fox Beast completely merged into the thick black mist. Its short, dark fur barely reflected light in the darkness, except for its golden eyes, which gleamed with a chilling cunning. Under the cover of the black mist, it moved like a ghost, its speed even faster than before, leaving no ripple in the air.
"Young Master Wu, are you sure that person is just a rogue cultivator who has just formed his core?" The middle-aged cultivator frowned, wary of his surroundings, and had a vague sense of unease.
Wu Chou remained silent, the black energy in his palms flickering faintly, and the black mist of the Netherworld Demon Blade churning around him. Streams of black blade energy slashed wildly in all directions, each blade energy tearing through large swathes of black energy, yet not even touching a single hair on the Wind Fox Beast.
He was secretly annoyed. The speed and stealth of this spirit beast were even more terrifying than he had expected. Coupled with the cover provided by the eerie black mist, it had become a major threat.
Just as he was distracted, a faint golden light suddenly shot out from the black mist beside him, moving at an extreme speed—it was the Wind Fox Beast's claw! The claw was surrounded by a faint golden spiritual power, incredibly sharp, and it grabbed Wu Chou's waist. Several demonic souls also appeared around him, coordinating with the Wind Fox Beast's attack.