txolops Chapter 419 The Advantage of Flying Swords
Chapter 419 The Advantage of Flying Swords
Chapter 419 The Advantage of Flying Swords
"roar--!!!"
Another deep, thunderous roar, like that of a whale, faintly emanated from within the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, accompanied by violent impacts and energy explosions. A large section of the banner suddenly bulged outwards, as if some colossal creature was frantically ramming inside!
"How can this transformed beast's hide be so thick! Even the Ghost King's most powerful Netherworld Claw technique can only leave some shallow marks, and it can't break through its defense at all!" Silver Moon cried out inwardly, and as she sensed the situation inside the banner with her divine sense, she became even more alarmed.
She originally thought that by capturing Whale King into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and relying on the Ghost King, Yin Souls, and numerous restrictions within the banner, she could trap and kill him, or at least severely injure him.
Unexpectedly, after being forced into a desperate situation in the space within the banner, the Whale King revealed its true form—a "Desolate Ridge Giant Whale" with a body length exceeding a thousand feet, covered entirely in thick, dark blue keratin, resembling a moving mountain range!
The whale's defensive capabilities were far beyond Silver Moon's expectations! When the Ghost King's "Netherworld Claws" struck, they could at most break through its protective spiritual energy, leaving only a few shallow wounds on its body, hardly causing fatal damage.
On the contrary, each time the giant whale swung its tail, charged, and spewed forth torrents of demonic power, it shook the space inside the banner, causing considerable damage to the Ghost King and the Yin Souls. If it weren't for the special material of the Myriad Souls Banner itself, its mysterious restrictions, and Silver Moon's all-out control, it would probably have been breached from the inside by this incredibly powerful beast long ago.
Now, she and the Ghost King can only rely on the power of the restrictions within the banner to barely limit the giant whale's range of movement and wear down its demonic power, but they are unable to pose a fatal threat to it. Meanwhile, she herself is expending a great deal of spiritual energy and is gradually feeling her limits.
"Brother Luo! Hurry up! Yin Yue is really about to collapse!" Yin Yue cried out anxiously, her face pale and her limbs twitching slightly from the exertion.
Just then—
A terrifying force, several times more powerful than ever before, suddenly erupted from within the Myriad Souls Banner! It was as if a star had exploded inside the banner!
"puff!"
Silver Moon was struck as if by a heavy blow. Her small body was violently thrown away by the force of the recoil. She tumbled dozens of times in the air before barely managing to regain her footing, and her aura instantly weakened considerably.
"Oh no! It's trying to break free of the banner!" Silver Moon exclaimed in horror, looking at the Myriad Souls Banner in terror.
Below, amidst the churning black mist, a grotesque rift, hundreds of feet long and visible to the naked eye, was forcibly torn open from the inside! From the rift, a raging, eerie blue demonic power surged forth like a burst dam!
Immediately afterwards—
"Awooo—!!!"
With a deafening roar filled with violence and liberation, a deep blue beam of light, more than ten feet in diameter and condensed to the extreme, shot out fiercely from the crack like a divine sword that split the heavens, piercing through layers of yin energy and soaring straight into the sky!
Behind the pillar of light, a disheveled yet still fierce figure shot out from the crack like a cannonball, instantly escaping the range of the Myriad Souls Banner. He hovered in mid-air, panting heavily; it was none other than Whale Power King!
At this moment, the Whale King looked quite miserable. His crimson armor was torn in many places, revealing the bluish-black skin beneath, which was covered with scratches and charred marks of varying depths. In particular, there was a deep gash on his chest, so deep that bone was visible, and it was emitting an eerie pale flame. This was from the Ghost King "Netherworld Ghost" who had "BOOM—!!!"
Injured by fire.
His face was pale, and his breathing was uneven, clearly indicating that he had also expended a great deal of energy within the Myriad Soul Banner and suffered considerable injuries. Most seriously, however, was the lingering fear and apprehension in his eyes—the terror of being trapped in the magical artifact's space and nearly being refined alive by countless demonic souls.
He glanced down at the undying pale flames on his chest, a flicker of pain and rage in his eyes. He abruptly looked up, his gaze fixed on the Thousand Souls Banner, its spiritual light dimmed by damage, slowly shrinking back to its original shape, suspended in mid-air, especially the weak, lifeless creature atop the banner.
The little silver wolf was glaring at him with angry and wary eyes.
"A supreme treasure of the ghost path! A spirit artifact!" Whale King licked the dark blue demon blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. The fear in his eyes faded, replaced by a burning light mixed with greed.
"You actually forced me to the point where I had to burn my life essence and unleash my innate divine power, the Sea-Splitting Whale Wave, to escape! This treasure—I'm going to have it! And you, this silver wolf spirit, I'll take you too!"
Without further hesitation, he suppressed his injuries, and his demonic power surged once more. He extended his right hand, transforming it into a gigantic demonic claw covered in dark blue scales. With the force to tear through the void, it lunged at the damaged Myriad Soul Banner and Silver Moon Wolf! He intended to seize the treasure while it was damaged and its spirit was weakened!
Silver Moon's face turned deathly pale. She tried to control the Myriad Soul Banner to defend herself or escape, but her divine sense was severely depleted, and the Myriad Soul Banner was also badly damaged, causing her to react a beat too late. Just as the ferocious demonic claw was about to reach her, she snorted.
A calm yet seemingly imbued with supreme authority, a cold snort that resounded deep within the Whale King's consciousness, exploded like a thunderclap from the heavens!
Upon hearing the cold snort that exploded directly in his mind, Whale King abruptly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the black-robed figure that had appeared on the roof of Bright Moon Tower at some unknown time. The greed and ferocity on his face were instantly replaced by incredulous horror.
"This person—has actually stabilized the Nascent Soul realm so quickly? His aura is perfectly smooth and flawless, and his magical power is condensed—how is this possible?" King Whale's heart was filled with shock.
When an ordinary cultivator condenses their Nascent Soul, which one doesn't need to go into seclusion for a period of time to carefully stabilize their realm and adapt to the surge in divine sense and magical power? But how long has it been since the appearance of the Nascent Soul celestial phenomenon?
But the shock was fleeting. As a mid-stage Transformation Realm Great Demon, a behemoth dominating a region of the sea, he possessed his own pride and ferocity. After a brief moment of shock, the murderous glint in his eyes surged again. He forcibly suppressed his unease and rapidly calculated in his mind: "This person has only just advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, yet he possesses such monstrous divine sense comparable to the late Nascent Soul stage. He must have cultivated some extremely rare, top-tier technique that specializes in divine sense!"
"Hmph, I've seen this kind of cultivator before. While their spiritual attacks are indeed unpredictable and fierce, making them difficult to defend against, they are often relatively weak in other aspects! As long as I take precautions beforehand, protect my soul with secret techniques, and rely on the naturally strong physique and immense demonic power of my whale clan, I can definitely defeat this person!"
With this thought in mind, Whale King felt much more confident, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. He no longer hesitated, deciding to strike first, his target being the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, the supreme treasure of the Ghost Path that had caused him great loss but which he also coveted immensely, and its incredibly spiritual artifact spirit!
"roar--!"
With a deafening roar, the Whale King's demonic energy exploded, and his body expanded and twisted wildly as if being inflated!
In the blink of an eye, the true form of the "Desolate Ridge Whale," over a thousand feet long, covered in thick, dark blue keratin, and exuding a primordial and ferocious aura, reappeared above Silver Shark Island! It blotted out the sky, its demonic power overwhelming!
Clearly, after suffering repeated losses, Whale King was preparing to use his strongest methods to deal with Luo Ming.
Upon manifesting its true form, Whale King did not pause for a moment. Its enormous head suddenly turned towards the location of Silver Moon and the damaged Ten Thousand Soul Banner. Then, its abyss-like maw opened fiercely towards Silver Moon and the Ten Thousand Soul Banner!
"Ugh—!!!"
An indescribably powerful suction force erupted from the giant maw! This suction force was not ordinary airflow, but contained a trace of spatial distortion, forming a vortex covering an area of hundreds of feet in radius!
This is the innate divine power of the giant whale clan: Devouring Heaven and Earth! It can devour all things, refine essence, and even suck enemies along with magical treasures into its belly, refining them with the demonic fire and spatial power in its stomach, which is comparable to a furnace!
Silver Moon's consciousness was already greatly damaged from using the Myriad Soul Banner to trap the enemy, and the Myriad Soul Banner was also damaged and its spiritual light was dim. Now, enveloped by this sudden and terrifying suction force, she was like a leaf in a storm, involuntarily flying towards the giant mouth of the abyss!
"A swallowing technique containing a trace of spatial power?" On the rooftop of Bright Moon Pavilion, Luo Ming remained calm, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. With a slight thought, he instantly established a mental connection with the Myriad Soul Banner.
"Whoosh!"
The Thousand Soul Banner, which seemed about to fall into the whale's mouth at any moment, flashed with dark light and actually broke free from part of the suction force. It transformed into a faint stream of light and shot back at an astonishing speed, instantly traversing hundreds of feet and landing steadily on Luo Ming's outstretched palm.
Luo Ming looked down at the Myriad Soul Banner in his hand, which had been with him for many years and undergone several refinements, but whose spiritual light had dimmed slightly. He especially felt the grievance and lingering fear that Yin Yue was conveying through her weak but still holding on. He gently comforted her and said, "You've worked hard. You should rest and recuperate first."
After taking the Myriad Soul Banner into his dantian to nurture it, a clear chill finally appeared on Luo Ming's calm face.
"Hmph." Luo Ming raised his head, his gaze icy as he looked at the thousand-foot-tall whale in the air, which was closing its massive jaws and whose eyes flashed with surprise and anger. His voice was not loud, but it clearly pierced through the gale and the demonic roar, carrying an undeniable killing intent: "First you deliberately tried to sabotage my nascent soul formation, and now you want to forcibly seize my magic weapon and injure my weapon spirit—you can go now."
Before he finished speaking, Luo Ming pointed his right hand, fingers together like a sword, and gently pointed at the enormous object in the air.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Four clear and resounding sword cries, seemingly capable of tearing the sky apart, suddenly rang out from Luo Ming's sleeve! Four streaks of light, interwoven with gold and blue, only a foot long, yet exuding a chillingly sharp aura, shot out from his sleeve like dragons breaking free from their restraints, heading straight for the thousand-foot-tall giant whale!
The moment the four swords left their bodies, they swelled in the wind! Golden and blue spiritual light flowed across the sword blades, and by the time they approached the thousand-foot-tall whale, they had transformed into four giant swords tens of feet long! With a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, they locked onto the whale's head, neck, back, and flanks—four vital points—and stabbed fiercely!
When the giant whale that Whale Power King had transformed into saw the four sword lights coming, instead of being alarmed, a hint of contempt and disdain flashed in its huge eyes, which were the size of a house.