Chapter 820 - 435: West State Boss, Unclear Purple Dragon Climb! (2)

Chapter 820: Chapter 435: West State Boss, Unclear Purple Dragon Climb! (2)

He immediately withdrew from the carriage, shouting loudly.

"Something’s wrong! The monk over here is in trouble!"

Others also noticed something amiss; Committee Member Gu Lin had already made an urgent call to the medical department.

Wu Qingyun stepped out of an off-road vehicle and heard the Ancient Immortal Master’s sigh in her mind.

"There’s no use in seeking anyone.

"They are martial slaves; their blood, their spirit will, their life fire... they have no control over themselves.

"At this moment, judging by their exhausted appearance, it’s clear that the Master of Martial Slaves is remotely siphoning their blood qi, their spirit will, draining their lives to use resources to perform Immortal Technique!

"Unless you kill the Master of Martial Slaves, we can only watch helplessly as they are drained bit by bit! Until they become mere husks!"

Wu Qingyun maintained a stoic expression, yet her eyes were moist, unwilling to continue listening.

"It’s not just them... Martial slaves, it’s not just these monks...

"Those tourists who practiced martial arts in the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple over the years, are they being siphoned too at this moment?"

Wu Qingyun lowered her head, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

...

Bang!

Bang!

The scouting team continued to outline the array map with footprints under the blood rain.

Whoosh...

Whoosh...

The wind was fiercer, more chaotic, swirling towards Huang Sitong!

Within Huang Sitong’s vision, there was blood water, mist, driven by the wind like red ink splashes, obscuring her view of the night, making it difficult to see the Treasure-Seeking Rat at the team’s forefront.

But it didn’t matter; she just needed to keep a clear view of the Immortal Beast ahead.

The two Ancient Immortals in her mind grew more and more excited.

"Sitong, hold on!"

"The wind around you is getting stronger!

"This shows that the earth vein nodes are increasingly exposed, and the Immortal Grass is getting closer to you!"

"Hold on!"

What’s there to endure?

Huang Sitong’s expression gradually relaxed.

The temperature around her had gradually returned.

This vine silk armor was both warm and comfortable, form-fitting but not constricting, light as a feather!

Apart from her bare feet touching the cold ground, she felt no discomfort anywhere else.

...

North Suburb Base.

Stretchers carried twitching, sweating, frothing monks to the medical department.

Wu Qingyun arrived at the combat center and pushed the door open.

The room was warm with heating, but the atmosphere was grim; everyone stared intently at the scarlet images on the big screen, watching every moment at the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple.

Wu Qingyun found a place to sit and heard the Ancient Immortal Master begin another lecture in her mind.

"Qingyun, compose yourself, look at the screen, watch carefully, learn well.

"Tonight’s battle is not simple.

"Unexpectedly... the Prince might dispatch a disciple of Sequence Six!

"If the Sequence Six’s Master of Hundred Bones and Master of Communication face off, fight closely, the Master of Hundred Bones has an absolute advantage.

"In fact, the Immortal Martial’s Master of Hundred Bones and the Immortal Sword’s Master of Bright Objects, in Sequence Six, have the strongest direct combat power!

"Other paths’ Great Immortal Techniques may be grand, but these two professions can break through anything!

"Tonight, I can’t guess what Immortal Technique the West State Boss will use.

"But first, look at the Prince, this blood rain of his, what do you think its purpose is?" ℯ

...

Fox Mountain, Bronze Hall.

Black Nose in the cafeteria, holding a bucket of chips, sat next to the master, watching the scene in midair with the master.

"Whimper whimper whimper!"

The master said the big battle was about to happen, and it wanted to watch together!

White Ears and Black Ears, bringing documents, also snuggled into the master’s arms, heads resting on the master’s chest, eyes wide, watching the live broadcast with the master.

"Howl howl howl!"

Bai Mo smiled and patted his disciples’ chubby heads, pinched a chip, popped it in his mouth, "crunch crunch" chewing it.

His eyes never left the screen, watching the red blood puddles on the ancient temple’s ground.

"Is the blood puddle meant to charge something?"

Every step Huang Sitong took crushed the blood puddle, Bai Mo barely glimpsed dense serpentine motifs under the blood pool!

...

In the dream, by the little stream.

The Round Stone Ancient Immortal stared at the river’s scene for a long time, his eyes filled with envy.

"As the blood rain falls, coagulating into puddles, beneath them, it’s... is it... the Snake Nest Kingdom?

"Flattened and pressed to the ground, hidden beneath the blood puddle, receiving its energy... the Snake Nest Kingdom?"

The King of Darkness craned his neck, looking towards the river, towards the frontline scene, but couldn’t decipher anything clearly.

"Flattened Snake Nest Kingdom?

"Spread across the ground?

"Can the Snake Nest Kingdom be used this way?

"Who’s using this Immortal Technique?"

The Round Stone Ancient Immortal smacked his lips.

"Perhaps one of the Prince Snake Elephant’s favored disciples?

"With this boundless blood rain providing energy, combined with years of martial slaves stored up, how large can this flattened Snake Nest Kingdom be spread?

"Covering the entire temple grounds, no problem.

"Covering the entire mountain top, also no problem.

"It can even extend in a long line, indefinitely.

"The prince’s disciples—his Immortal Techniques are indeed extraordinary!"

...

In the Royal Court.

Prince Snake Elephant sat on the Bronze Chair, fingers lightly tapping the table, beneath the eight-character mustache was a smugly raised corner of the mouth.

"Hee hee hee."

He transmitted a message to his disciple.

"Old Eight, is everything still going smoothly?"

He heard the reply of a young man.

"Master, rest assured, today, your disciple will bring the Immortal Grass back to you.

"No one can stop me."

The Prince grinned, "Hee hee hee," chuckling, his laughter echoing in the Royal Court.

Suddenly, his laughter stopped, his gaze locked on the Copper Mirror, staring at the scene in the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple.