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The Robust Cultivator suddenly surged with power, and with a loud crack, the Nine-Headed Bone Whip shattered into several segments. The Giant Cone Artifact flashed into existence beneath his feet. The Robust Cultivator cast a wary glance at Beast Form Zhao Yihe, then swiftly retreated several dozen yards, escaping the battlefield. Thunderstorm summoned the Azure Void Earth Hammer and followed closely, but it was too far; in just a few flickers, Zhao Yihe vanished from sight.
Beast Form Zhao Yihe coldly watched the retreating Robust Cultivator, his expression devoid of emotion, as if he were an outsider to the situation. Suddenly, Zhao Yihe's figure flickered and disappeared. In the next moment, a series of thunderous booms echoed from the horizon, sending the Robust Cultivator tumbling backward. When he finally managed to stabilize himself, shock filled his eyes, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, unable to tear his gaze away from the approaching Zhao Yihe.
The armor on the Robust Cultivator's front was cracked with terrifying fissures, as if something had struck him head-on. Zhao Yihe approached step by step from a distance, his gaze still cold and merciless, with a few splatters of blood staining the sharp angles atop his head. It seemed that the blow that had shattered the armor originated from him.
Thunderstorm and Liu Canghai stood frozen, staring at the scene before them. Though they did not know whether Zhao Yihe's beastly form was derived from a Spell or some other ability, they were certain he was indeed Zhao Yihe and stood on their side—that was enough for them. However, neither of them showed any intention of intervening; they merely remained motionless in midair. After transforming, Zhao Yihe's formidable physique and strange evasion techniques left the Robust Cultivator without any chance to retaliate. They both felt that their presence would not be of any help.
The Robust Cultivator stared in terror at the advancing beast, Zhao Yihe. Suddenly, he raised his right arm and tore off a sleeve with his left hand, revealing mottled bruises on his right arm—signs of Corpse Poison that had already entered his body after losing its suppression. Despair filled his eyes; it was all over for him.
With Corpse Poison coursing through him, his Vitality would soon be severed. At this moment, the Cultivator faced two choices to prolong his life: the first was to preserve his physical form and pursue the path of Reanimation. Such methods existed within their large Merchant Alliance, and those who served it and suffered from Corpse Poison were often assisted by them. However, obtaining a Soul Nurturing Pearl necessary for becoming a corpse would be up to him to figure out; not only was he just a Foundation Establishment Practitioner, but even the entire Merchant Alliance would find it difficult to procure one. Thus, while this path seemed promising at first glance, it was actually fraught with obstacles.
The second option was to abandon his physical body and seek Possession for rebirth. However, Possession for a Foundation Stage Cultivator was nearly impossible; even if the Merchant Alliance were willing to help find someone for him to possess, where could they find a Foundation Stage Cultivator? The chances of a Foundation Stage Practitioner being able to advance further into Foundation Establishment Stage were exceedingly rare. Therefore, both paths were ultimately dead ends devoid of hope.
With resentment in his eyes, the Robust Cultivator turned to Liu Canghai—the instigator of this predicament.
Liu Canghai didn't need to look at his own arm; seeing the bruises on the Robust Cultivator's face made it clear that he was nearing death due to Corpse Poison. However, Liu Canghai knew that even though Corpse Poison was taking effect and severing his Vitality, for a limited time, the Cultivator would still have control over this body. He had to prepare thoroughly for any desperate counterattack before death.
The Robust Cultivator glanced at Liu Canghai but reluctantly turned back toward Zhao Yihe; he knew that unless he dealt with this greatest threat before him, everything else would be meaningless. Unable to defend against Zhao Yihe's strange evasion techniques in beast form, he opted for an all-around defensive strategy instead. He clapped his hands in various directions through empty space as countless Thunder Balls flickered into existence around him—a layer of lightning net traps enveloped him.
Afterward, he turned back toward Liu Canghai with hatred burning in his heart; he resolved that no matter what happened next, he must kill this instigator on the spot.
As for whether he could escape from being killed by this beastly opponent afterward—it no longer mattered; he believed that pursuing Reanimation was futile now. Abandoning his physical body was only a matter of time. Escaping with his spirit back to the Merchant Alliance headquarters would be relatively simple since these Foundation Stage Practitioners posed little threat to him due to their weaker Divine Sense compared to his own. As long as he could return to the Merchant Alliance headquarters in a short time frame, there would be ways for him to achieve Possession and rebirth.
Seeing that his opponent remained focused on him without any sign of relaxation made Liu Canghai tense as he gripped his single-handed shield tightly while keeping watch over the Robust Cultivator. With his other hand raised high and grasping at nothingness, the Nine-Headed Bone Whip—now severed into segments—twisted back together into nine skeletal whips that flew around Liu Canghai like swirling serpents. Each whip ended in a bony skull; this seemed to be an instinctive transformation of the Nine-Headed Bone Whip itself—showing no signs of damage whatsoever.
Upon seeing these nine skulls appear again ignited even more fury within the Robust Cultivator. He began chanting incantations with one hand while forming seals with furious intent—preparing to unleash some powerful Spell that would kill Liu Canghai in one blow. Yet suddenly came an icy voice that pierced through him: "Between you and me, it is far from over."
Reluctantly turning around again revealed that beastly figure transformed into a Cultivator; sharp horns flashed with white light as they tore open large gaps in the lightning net he'd set up in midair. The lightning net had some spatial power behind it; activating such an energy-consuming technique wouldn't truly allow for escape either—he wouldn't use it lightly unless absolutely necessary.
Now planning to abandon this physical body entirely led him to expend significant energy summoning this technique in hopes of buying some time to eliminate that enemy who had severed his Future.
His greatest strength was not the Thunder Law, but the power of space. For him, breaking through spatial power was impossible. At that moment, he looked at Zhao Yihe with eyes not filled with fear, but despair; a sense of unwillingness and helplessness surged within him, transforming into an overwhelming feeling of powerlessness. "Let's retreat; perhaps there is still a chance."
However, Zhao Yihe did not hesitate in the slightest at the sight of the Robust Cultivator's despondency. As the Thunder Ball swept everything clean, Zhao Yihe stomped his foot and appeared before the Robust Cultivator. With a clenched fist the size of a large pot, he struck the Robust Cultivator's chest with a resounding thud. The Robust Cultivator flew into the air like a kite with its string cut, his body limp and contorted in an odd shape, with his ribcage visibly caved in. A fierce glint flashed in Zhao Yihe's eyes as he vanished in a blink, only to reappear right in front of the Robust Cultivator again.
Zhao Yihe extended a hand covered in scales, with fingers that sliced through the air like blades. When he pulled back his hand, he was holding a slightly pulsating heart. Zhao Yihe looked expressionlessly at the Robust Cultivator's limp body and exerted force with his palm, turning that heart into mush. The Robust Cultivator's physical body was completely severed from vitality; he could no longer rely on his flesh to fight or escape, leaving him with no choice but to use his Divine Sense to envelop his soul and flee. As soon as the Robust Cultivator's Divine Sense stirred, attempting to break free, he suddenly realized that nine skeletal whips had tightly bound his corpse.
The nine skeletons frantically tore at his flesh while spewing out waves of white Corpse Qi, wrapping him up tightly. The Robust Cultivator's Three Souls and Seven Spirits screamed in unison; he knew there was truly no way out this time, and as his Divine Sense was invaded by Corpse Poison, even the chance for reincarnation was lost. Liu Canghai seized this opportunity to strike ruthlessly, quickly devouring every remnant of the corpse until nothing remained. Amidst the chilling screams reverberating through the Sea of Consciousness, the Robust Cultivator was utterly obliterated.
Thunderstorm swiftly collected the storage bag dropped by the Robust Cultivator and affixed two sealing Talismans onto it with a snap. Zhao Yihe and Liu Canghai each grabbed hold of a magical artifact. Then all three turned their gazes toward the formation below; this was where today's main battlefield lay.
Meanwhile, battles erupted at two other ambush locations, though the situations were drastically different. Mei Sanli had only three people on his side but somehow managed to trap a group of Foundation Stage Cultivators within a narrow Mountain Valley. A thick layer of gray mist floated within this deep valley, reaching dozens of yards high. This mist was extremely strange; any Spell or artifact that struck it passed through as if it were nothing, unable to exert any force. Only Thunder Law had some effect but could not disperse it all at once. The Foundation Stage Cultivators trapped in the valley were desperately urging Thunder Law to clear away the mist; it seemed that this gray mist was terrifying enough that they would rather remain trapped than touch it.
Outside the valley, at both ends of Mountain Valley's heights stood an Old Woman and a Disguised White-Haired Elder as sentinels. Each held an Azure Gourd from which black liquid flowed slowly outwards when tilted. This black liquid was thick like syrup and emitted a faint fragrance; as it poured from the gourd's mouth, it quickly transformed into gray mist without dissipating—seemingly heavy as it descended deeper into Mountain Valley. The entire gray mist within Mountain Valley originated from these two.
In mid-air above Mountain Valley, Mei Sanli's Golden Spear artifact had transformed into a Spiked Behemoth that watched over the valley below with predatory intent, ready to pounce at any moment. However, the Spiked Behemoth was not in good condition either; several thick bone spikes on its chest and shoulders had been broken off. Bloodstains marred its body, indicating that whoever had broken those spikes had paid a considerable price.
Mei Sanli stood on a large rock nearby, coldly observing Mountain Valley below as his long robes billowed in the mountain breeze. He took out a Porcelain Bottle from his robe, removed its cork, and flicked its bottom; a drop of azure liquid flew into his mouth. Instantly, his face flushed red as Mei Sanli nodded in satisfaction—this was already the third drop of Heavenly Fragrance Jade Liquid he had consumed.
Mountain Valley reached depths of over one hundred yards, with a Defensive Array at its bottom isolating the strange gray mist outside. Inside the formation were five Foundation Stage Cultivators continuously casting Thunder Law to attack the outer mist. By the time one reached Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation level, regardless of their Spiritual Root type, every cultivator would strive to master some form of Thunder Law.
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