Chapter 424 - 270: Securely Wiping Them Out, Core Formation Spiritual Materials
Chapter 424: Chapter 270: Securely Wiping Them Out, Core Formation Spiritual Materials
Lin Changheng gave Xu Maoling a slight nod. His gaze swept over Jia Er, who was slowly collapsing at his feet, all life severed by the Hidden Void Blade. Finally, his attention settled on Jia Yi. The man was desperately resisting the suppression of the Black Seal Platform, his face a mask of terror and venom.
His strategy was simple: quickly kill the weaker opponent, then join Xu Maoling in surrounding the stronger Silver-White Masked Cultivator.
Although tackling them in the reverse order might have been more effective, this sequence was the safer option for him.
Seeing this, Xu Maoling’s spirits lifted. He quickly stuffed two Elixirs into his mouth and swallowed them whole. He immediately unleashed his remaining Magical Power and charged toward the Silver-White Masked Cultivator.
’I just need to hold this person back,’ he thought, ’and stop them from interfering with Mr. Lin. Once Mr. Lin quickly takes care of that remaining Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator, we can attack together. Not only will we resolve this crisis and save our island from ruin, but we’ll also be able to wash away the humiliation and fury of being attacked on our own doorstep! My Dao Heart will be at peace!’
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Astonishing roars erupted from the side. Suppressing his injuries and unleashing his latent potential, Xu Maoling brandished his scythe-like Spiritual Artifact and threw himself at the Silver-White Masked Cultivator. For a moment, they were locked in a stalemate.
Lin Changheng glanced over and nodded in satisfaction, approving of Xu Maoling’s decision to seize the opportunity and launch a decisive counterattack.
With the situation now largely under control, his attention turned to Jia Yi. Under the repeated bombardment of the Black Seal Platform, the man was like a lone boat in a storm, struggling to stay afloat and in constant peril.
The man’s Cultivation was only at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, around the Sixth Layer. But under the relentless, storm-like assault of the Black Seal Platform, his expression was utterly ghastly. He was desperately holding on with various defensive measures.
Lin Changheng’s expression was indifferent. With a flip of his hands, a thick stack of Talismans, each shimmering with a different Spiritual Light, appeared between his fingers. This was his accumulated stock of Tier One goods. They were of little use to him now, so it was the perfect time to clear out his inventory.
Magical Power surged from him like a tide, enveloping the stack and instantly activating every single Talisman!
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH—!
In an instant, the air was filled with piercing whistles! A dozen or so Talismans transformed into a brilliant yet deadly torrent, hurtling straight at Jia Yi!
Blazing Fireballs, chilling ice spikes, heavy earthen spears, piercing Water Arrows...
And then there were Golden Blades, Wooden Spikes, and Wind Blades... The Spiritual Light from these various Low Tier Techniques wove together into a web of death, sealing off nearly all of Jia Yi’s possible escape routes!
Jia Yi had just barely withstood another mighty blow from the Black Seal Platform. Several more cracks spiderwebbed across his Defensive Golden Shield, and the Qi and Blood in his body roiled violently. Before he could even catch his breath, he saw the overwhelming, motley flood of Low Tier Techniques surging toward him and was scared out of his wits.
"You bastard!"
He roared in despair, desperately mustering his nearly depleted Magical Power in an attempt to defend himself.
BANG! BANG! BANG! CRACK...
The first wave of Fireballs and ice spikes slammed into the Golden Shield, setting off a chain of explosions that made the barrier of light flicker violently.
The earthen spears and Golden Blades that followed were the last straw.
Already on the verge of collapse from bearing the brunt of the Black Seal Platform’s pressure, the Defensive Golden Shield could not withstand such a dense, frenzied bombardment. With a grating shatter, it completely disintegrated!
With his final barrier gone, Jia Yi scrambled to conjure a Magical Power Shield. But under the deluge of spells from the Talismans, it popped like a soap bubble in the sun.
"No—!"
Amidst Jia Yi’s despairing shriek, the torrent of magic instantly engulfed him.
The sounds of explosions, tearing flesh, scorching flames, and flash-freezing ice all mingled together.
When the Spiritual Light faded and the Talismans’ power was spent, all that remained was a patch of ground, blackened by fire and coated in frost. On it lay a charred corpse, barely recognizable as human, its death a gruesome sight.
Lin Changheng’s expression remained unchanged. With a wave of his hand, he recalled the Black Seal Platform, which had been hovering in the air, shimmering with a dark light.
’To trade a pile of useless Tier One Talismans for the life of a Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator while conserving my own Magical Power,’ he thought, ’is a more than worthwhile exchange.’
He turned his head, his gaze falling dispassionately on the Silver-White Masked Cultivator locked in fierce battle with Xu Maoling. Swallowing an Elixir, his eyes turned cold as he watched his prey, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
...
Meanwhile, the Silver-White Masked Cultivator, pinned down by Xu Maoling and unable to break free, felt a surge of shock and fury. A chill shot straight through him.
His Divine Sense had, of course, witnessed the successive deaths of Jia Yi and Jia Er.
He had even "seen" Lin Changheng calmly collect both of their Storage Bags.
’It’s obvious now,’ he thought. ’This Green Robe Cultivator who appeared out of nowhere is the cause of this whole disaster! He completely overturned our favorable position. The two who were supposed to be on Floating Star Island... they must be dead. And he’s probably the reason why. His methods are ruthless and decisive, and he kills without a second thought. If he gets an opening to strike, I’ll be in serious trouble. I might even die here!’
’I have to get out of here!’
The Silver-White Masked Cultivator’s mind raced, and he made his decision in an instant.
’Live to fight another day!’
The fear of death instantly overrode all other concerns.
A vicious glint flashed in his eyes. He feigned a desperate, all-out attack against Xu Maoling, frantically pouring Magical Power into his Bone Sword. "Old farmer," he roared, "die!"
The Bone Sword flared with brilliant white light. A ghastly-pale Sword Aura—thicker and more condensed than any he had unleashed before—tore through the air with a shrill, ghostly wail, cleaving straight for Xu Maoling’s head!