Chapter 327: Sudden Reversal!

Both of Wu Taeyong’s arms had been ground down to nearly nothing.

Large portions of his torso had been shredded away, while his grey flesh was covered in countless wounds. In several places, white bones were exposed beneath the rotten flesh, and blood mixed with dark-green energy continuously leaked from his mangled body.

Yet...

He was still alive.

His crimson eyes remained open, burning with an incomparably terrifying hatred.

The cultivators spread across the battlefield stared at him in silence.

The King of Pishachas...

A monster who had appeared moments ago with overwhelming pressure and enough strength to make every cultivator present here tremble... Had just been reduced to a nearly lifeless wreck.

Su Mo looked at the barely breathing Wu Taeyong and smiled. Tilting his head, he spoke.

"Well..."

"Looks like you didn’t really like the style of your coffin."

He glanced at the ruined surroundings.

"But you should make do with what you’ve got."

"It’s already getting late, and the snow is cold enough."

Su Mo stepped forward.

"Let me just send you on your way and go back to sleep. Farewell, old freak."

He still had enough spiritual energy to continue controlling the metal grinder.

But mentally... He was exhausted.

Controlling countless metal particles at such a terrifying intensity while simultaneously making sure the opponent couldn’t leave the trap was far more taxing than simply unleashing ordinary attacks.

He didn’t have the patience or mental energy to keep grinding Wu Taeyong until nothing remained.

Next, a final blow would be enough.

Wu Taeyong’s remaining eye trembled. His vitality was rapidly declining.

Even his powerful Pishacha body was struggling to support its recovery.

The injuries were simply far too severe.

Yet the pain wasn’t the only thing driving him toward madness.

Su Mo’s continuous mockery had enraged him beyond measure.

How long had it been?

How many centuries had passed since someone had humiliated him like this?

He had been the hidden master of the White Moon Sect.

The creator of the Pishacha Army.

A peak Nascent Soul cultivator who had been preparing for his breakthrough to the Soul Formation Realm for centuries.

And now...

He had been turned into this miserable state by a brat he had once considered nothing more than a potential vessel.

"Enough!"

Wu Taeyong suddenly roared.

The remaining spiritual energy in his body erupted.

"Do you think it’s over?!"

His voice was filled with madness.

"No!"

"It’s not over!"

Su Mo’s footsteps stopped.

His instincts immediately screamed that something was wrong.

’What is he planning?’

He didn’t wait to find out.

His figure shot forward.

He needed to finish Wu Taeyong immediately.

But then—

"Haruto!!!"

Shen Kai’s desperate roar suddenly echoed across the battlefield.

Su Mo’s expression changed.

"Sect Master!"

Several elders cried out in horror.

Su Mo abruptly turned his head.

What he saw caused his pupils to contract.

Wu Haruto...

Who had been fighting the Pishachas only moments ago... was standing there like a withering corpse.

His flesh had lost almost all of its vitality.

His body swayed weakly before collapsing.

Then—

A strange green flame-like energy suddenly erupted from his mouth.

It shot across the battlefield toward the fallen Wu Taeyong.

Su Mo’s expression changed drastically.

’Shit!’

He immediately understood.

Wu Taeyong had been prepared for this.

He was waiting to use Wu Haruto’s life in exchange for recovery.

"Don’t!"

Su Mo rushed forward at his fastest speed.

He had to stop that green flame before it reached Wu Taeyong.

The distance was still long. So, Su Mo didn’t hesitate.

"Air Bullet Technique!"

Boom!

Compressed air exploded from his hand.

At this moment, it was his fastest offensive technique.

The invisible projectile shot forward with terrifying speed.

Su Mo’s body simultaneously accelerated.

But reality didn’t always unfold according to one’s wishes.

The green flame was simply too fast.

It crossed the remaining distance in an instant.

Almost as if it had teleported... It entered Wu Taeyong’s body.

"Fuck!"

Su Mo’s expression changed.

The Air Bullet arrived immediately afterwards.

Boom!

The compressed air projectile pierced directly through Wu Taeyong’s skull.

A gigantic hole appeared in his head.

For an ordinary cultivator...

That would have been instant death. But Wu Taeyong wasn’t ordinary anymore.

At the very moment the green flame entered his body, it erupted with terrifying vitality.

Green energy spread throughout his body like a raging fire.

The enormous hole in his skull began to recover, flesh rapidly grew, and bones reformed.

Wounds covering his torso rapidly closed, and remains of his arms began regenerating.

Dark-green energy surged through every part of his body, restoring the vitality that had been almost completely exhausted.

Within moments...

The mangled body that had been lying on the ground was restored.

Wu Taeyong’s muscles regenerated.

His grey flesh became whole once more. The wounds left by Su Mo’s Extreme Burial disappeared one after another.

His vitality surged. The aura rose.

And finally...

The overwhelming pressure of the King of Pishachas returned.

Wu Taeyong stood up. He stretched his newly regenerated fingers.

Crack.

Crack.

His crimson eyes locked onto Su Mo.

A sinister smile spread across his disfigured face.

"Now then..."

His voice was filled with murderous intent.

"It’s time for round two."

Wu Taeyong had learned from his previous mistakes.

This time, he wouldn’t waste even a second boasting about his strength.

The moment his body recovered, his hands immediately formed a strange seal.

"Thousand Ghost Sealing Art!"

His voice echoed throughout the prison.

The next instant, the Pishachas that had been killed during the battle suddenly began to tremble.

Green flames emerged from their corpses.

One after another, translucent figures slowly rose from the remains.

Ghosts?

Thousands of them.

Their bodies were covered in eerie green light, their distorted faces filled with resentment and malice.

They rushed toward Su Mo from every direction.

From above.

From Below.

Even beneath the ground.

Within moments, the ghosts completely surrounded him, forming a gigantic spherical cage.

Previously, it had been Wu Taeyong who was trapped inside Su Mo’s metallic coffin.

Now...

The situation had completely reversed.

It was Su Mo who had become trapped.