Chapter 1681 - 33: The Furious Roar [2-in-1]

Chapter 1681: Chapter 33: The Furious Roar [2-in-1]

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon immediately began to act.

Transforming into soul smoke, it carried the wax pill, carefully using soul fog to silently corrode the tree bark and create a small opening, then taking the wax pill inside.

Carefully mending the opening once more.

Inside, the expert of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect was sitting cross-legged with a piece of top-grade spirit jade in hand, entirely absorbed in meditation, with palms facing upwards, oblivious to the world.

In this place where disturbance was absolutely not a concern, he was fully engaged in channeling spiritual energy.

Absorbing the intensely rich spiritual energy of the mountain.

It was clear to see wisps of white mist-like spiritual energy being rapidly inhaled through his nose.

This person’s cultivation was indeed swift.

Absorbing spiritual energy, reaching a certain level.

At least Fang Che was not at this level.

But now, Fang Che was ready for battle outside the tree hollow.

The Netherworld was already in hand.

The Water Formation, Star Formation, Heavenly Formation, Earth Formation, and Mountain Formation were all fully consolidated.

He held a spear, seemingly blended into the air; yet it seemed as if he himself was the starry sky!

This was Fang Che’s first time being so prepared.

Before the enemy realized anything, he was fully prepared to go all out ferociously!

The enemy was in a state of complete oblivion; if outside, Fang Che could directly proceed to kill, taking advantage of the enemy’s lack of defense to crush them thoroughly.

But here it was not possible.

Because although the person was inside the tree hollow, that hollow was within a rocky mountain!

And this rocky mountain had been reinforced with divine power; a direct assault would cause Fang Che’s attack to lose its edge due to the rocks.

Moreover, the opponent’s cultivation was already higher than Fang Che’s. Once given reaction time, it would be Fang Che suffering, as his sharpness would be lost.

So he could only wait outside.

But the moment the opponent surfaced, it would be his demise!

Silently, soul smoke carried the wax pill to the clothes of the man inside.

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon wrapped soul smoke around the wax pill, squeezed hard...

Pop...

The wax pill burst.

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon silently retreated.

A dense aroma suddenly filled the entire tree hollow. Moreover, there was no space for dispersal.

Almost simultaneously with the Golden Horned Flood Dragon’s retreat.

Inside, the man clad in black interrupted his meditation and abruptly opened his eyes, furrowed his brow, and incredulously sniffed sharply: "What is this smell... Ugh ugh ugh..."

Suddenly, the man collapsed!

With a booming sound, he burst upwards, his entire body twisted!

At that moment, he felt his internal organs already rotted!

The smell was simply... it had reached the pinnacle of this mortal world!

He couldn’t comprehend what was happening, only wanting to escape—this was almost instinct.

With a loud burst, the man in black smashed through the tree hollow: "Ugh..."

But before the vomit was voiced, he saw the universe of mountains and rivers, celestial bodies, stars, suddenly press down on him.

A beam of starlight seemed to flicker directly from the starry night sky into his eyes.

Into his heart!

Suddenly his whole body trembled: an enemy attack!

Still instinctively, with a poof, a sword appeared in his hand, spiritual energy surged, and he counterattacked!

However, it was clearly too late.

Fang Che had already consolidated his energy and struck, Junlin Nine Forms!

Pop...

Netherworld pierced invincibly into the man’s chest, blood spurted, and sharp spiritual energy exploded within him!

The man screamed, his body abruptly struggling, while the long sword continued to emit brilliant sword qi.

But Netherworld briefly withdrew three feet, then the galaxy brilliance pressed back down.

Clang clang clang...

Several crisp collisions.

Silver shards flew, the long sword had disintegrated into powder.

Netherworld once again, carrying mighty force, directly penetrated through the man’s neck!

Pop!

Pinning the man’s body to the tree trunk.

Though his throat was impaled by Netherworld, strangely his hands still clawed deeply into the tree bark, eyes struggling to stay open, glaring fiercely at Fang Che with lowered gaze and raised eyelids.

From the throat, bubbling sounds of dispersing air were emitted, but he struggled: "Night...Demon?"

The space ring he wore on his finger suddenly collapsed. The space twisted and dissipated.

He used his last soul power to destroy his space ring; if death is certain, then you shall not obtain my belongings!

Cold sweat drenched Fang Che’s back.

Saint Level!

This man was undoubtedly Saint Level!

The body was already decayed, organs ruined, throat pierced, vitality utterly depleted.

Yet Divine Soul Power still propped up his last breath, refusing to pass away.

The Five Spirits Gu appeared above the man’s head, trembling fearfully.

The Five Spirits Gu within Fang Che’s body suddenly leapt out, viciously pouncing onto the other Five Spirits Gu, opening its mouth and inhaling, drawing in black smoke.

Then inhaling again, more black smoke absorbed.

The Five Spirits Gu lacked any resistance, trembling as Fang Che’s gu absorbed it.

The soul hadn’t dispersed, the man wasn’t dead yet.

If dead, a single inhale by the Five Spirits Gu would pulverize the other entirely.

With a pop.

Fang Che withdrew Netherworld.

Yet even with decayed organs, pierced throat, destroyed divine sense, the Saint Level’s hands fiercely clawed into the tree bark, gripping tightly.

Eyes full of unwillingness, glaring sharply at Fang Che.

Blood flowed incessantly.

Finally, bubbles emerged from the trachea, as if sighing, the man exhaled, body weakened.

Flopping lifelessly from the tree.

Like a heap of rotting flesh, falling to the ground.