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The surrounding Cultivators seemed momentarily stunned by Chen Li's reckless demeanor, caught off guard by his audacity. They had seen desperation before, but never like this—such a young boy, facing a terrifying Ethereal Spirit, daring to provoke it!
What is this kid trying to do? someone murmured, disbelief lacing their tone. After all, the Ethereal Spirit before them was something even three instructors could not handle. Did he really think that the youngest of the two siblings could manage it?
This kid can't possibly believe that luck will carry him through forever. One misstep and he could lose his life!
I doubt it! Another voice chimed in, observing Chen Li and Ji Xiao. But with such meticulous thought and extraordinary courage, I see him stalling for time!
Stalling for time? What time could he possibly stall? With his meager skills, how long could he delay anything? Even if he had time, our cultivation levels are insufficient; how could we possibly turn the tide?
The crowd buzzed with speculation, yet no one could provide a clear answer. Only the Cloud Sword Elder watched Chen Li with a complex glimmer in his eyes. Having lived for most of his life, he had seen all kinds of people. But someone as young as Chen Li, possessing such spirit and audacity, was a first for him.
This kid is destined for greatness! The Cloud Sword Elder thought to himself, admiration creeping into his gaze as he looked at Chen Li. For a moment, he regretted not having taken Chen Li under his wing when he had the chance to seize Chen Ming instead. If Heaven's Gate had a little lucky star like Chen Li on their side, they would be thriving now.
As everyone speculated about Chen Li's intentions, the Black Robed Wraith, previously trapped by the Golden Sanskrit, suddenly let out a chilling scream. The sound seemed to echo from the Nine Nether Hell itself, filled with resentment and despair, sending shivers down everyone's spines.
No! This Ethereal Spirit is going to fight back! The Cloud Sword Elder's expression changed as he hurriedly warned the others.
Just as his words fell, the Black Robed Wraith's dark energy surged violently. A more terrifying aura erupted from it like a volcanic explosion!
You little brat, you’ve forced my hand! The Black Robed Wraith's voice turned hoarse and grating, like a broken gong.
Forced you? Ha! I want to see what else you can do! Chen Li showed no fear; instead, he sneered coldly as golden light enveloped him. His hand formed intricate seals as Golden Sanskrit rained down like droplets towards the Black Robed Wraith.
However, this time, those Golden Sanskrit seemed ineffective; before they could even approach the Black Robed Wraith, they were scattered by an invisible force.
"No way! Kid, you must die today!" The Black Robed Wraith roared, its form transforming into a streak of black lightning as it lunged toward Chen Li.
"Brother!" Shen Qingyue exclaimed, her small face filled with worry.
"Don't be afraid, I’m here!" Chen Li replied without looking back, though a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes. He knew that the Black Robed Wraith was truly enraged, and he absolutely could not take this blow head-on!
At that critical moment, a strange wave suddenly spread from within Chen Li's body. The surrounding Cultivators felt a blur before their eyes, as if something had flashed through their minds.
In the next instant, their gazes toward Chen Li changed entirely.
"I... I seem to understand something suddenly."
"Kill!"
It was unclear who shouted first, but the previously hesitant Cultivators suddenly seemed to be summoned by some force, drawing out their magical artifacts and launching an attack against the Black Robed Wraith.
"What?!" The Black Robed Wraith clearly did not expect this situation and was momentarily stunned.
In that brief moment of distraction, countless attacks howled through the air and struck it fiercely!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The deafening explosions rang out as the Black Robed Wraith was forced to retreat repeatedly, its black mist rolling violently as it let out shrill cries of agony.
"Damn humans! You all deserve to die!" the Black Robed Wraith roared incessantly, but it could not stop the onslaught.
Chen Li's exorcism technique continued to operate relentlessly, the great Sanskrit sounds acting like invisible shackles that bound the Black Robed Wraith tightly, preventing it from unleashing its full power.
The surrounding Cultivators seemed to be inspired by some force, their attacks growing increasingly fierce.
In an instant, they formed a united front against the Black Robed Wraith!
"How is this possible?!" The Black Robed Wraith was filled with horror; it never imagined that it would be driven to such a state by a group of ant-like humans!
It wanted to escape but found itself firmly trapped by Chen Li's exorcism technique, unable to break free.
"No! I cannot die! I cannot die here!" The Black Robed Wraith let out a reluctant roar, struggling desperately but to no avail.
Under the combined efforts of everyone’s attacks, the Black Robed Wraith's body began to fade at a visible rate until it finally transformed into specks of black light and dissipated into the heavens.
Phew...
Seeing this scene, everyone finally let out a long sigh of relief, collapsing onto the ground as they gasped for breath.
The battle just now, though brief, had drained them more than any previous encounter.
"Did we really win?" someone murmured, disbelief lacing their tone.
"We actually won?"
That was an Ethereal Spirit from the Mystic Boundary! How could we have...
Everyone exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock and incredulity. They never imagined they could truly defeat an Ethereal Spirit from the Mystic Boundary!
All of this was thanks to that young boy, Chen Li!
Thinking of this, the crowd's gaze toward Chen Li grew even more reverent.
Cloud Sword and Blazing Sun also turned to Chen Li, their eyes reflecting a mix of complex emotions.
They were seasoned individuals who had seen their fair share of storms in life. Yet, they had never encountered a situation like today’s.
A mere eight-year-old boy had single-handedly turned the tide and led them to victory over an Ethereal Spirit from the Mystic Boundary!
It was nothing short of a miracle!
Chen Li felt the dissipating aura of the Ethereal Spirit and a relaxed smile spread across his face.
We did it!
When he had just performed the transcendent ritual, a flash of inspiration struck him—he wanted to harness everyone's strength. The so-called Ethereal Spirit being impervious to fire and water was merely due to insufficient power.
As long as they gathered everyone’s Vital Energy and combined it with his transcendent Sanskrit Sound, they could turn that Ethereal Spirit into a living target, giving them hope for victory.
Now he could go after the Supreme Spirit Crystal!
He chuckled softly. Surely, you didn’t think that a Cultivator's power could easily deal with an Ethereal Spirit?
A cold, venomous voice suddenly rang out, filled with mockery and disdain.
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