northernbook Chapter 212 Return to the Battlefield
Chapter 212 Return to the Battlefield
"Ouch...you wretched monster, are you trying to kill me, old pig?!" Pigsy's voice, filled with fear and anger, suddenly rang out.
Kongming no longer cared about being exposed. He grabbed Zhu Ganglie and used his ability to shrink the distance to an inch to escape hundreds of miles in one breath.
"You idiot, stay here!" Kongming said sternly, leaving Zhu Bajie by a rocky riverbed before turning to leave.
Zhu Ganglie rubbed his sore rump, scrambled to his feet, and shouted anxiously, "Don't be foolish! That Nascent Soul cultivator is incredibly powerful. Going back would be like rushing to your death!"
"You mean you want me to abandon Zilong?" Kongming paused, his eyes flashing like lightning as he looked at Zhu Ganglie.
Pigsy felt a little intimidated by the gaze, but he forced himself to say, "That's not what I meant. I'm more worried about Brother Zilong than anyone else, but that Nascent Soul cultivator, you'll just be throwing your life away if you go back. You can't save him at all! In my opinion, it's better to keep him alive and avenge Brother Zilong in the future."
"Hmph! How do you know that going back would be suicide?" Kongming sneered, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.
"You'll regret this... I won't be helping you collect your body..."
After seeing Kongming leave, Zhu Bajie howled at the top of his lungs, then sat down heavily in the pile of rocks and actually burst into tears.
Although he often bickered with Kongming, Kongming and Zhao Yun remained the people he trusted most...
Meanwhile, Kongming rushed towards the valley like a whirlwind.
Before long, the battlefield was within reach.
Black mist surged in the valley, and Zhao Yun was tightly enveloped by the tidal wave of black mist, his whole body suspended in the air. Although the silver armor formed by his internal energy was struggling to hold on, cracks had already appeared.
Kongming's heart tightened, knowing that Zhao Yun was in a critical situation.
With a thought, he held an earthy yellow bead in his palm, but he dared not make any rash moves.
The perception of a Nascent Soul cultivator is extremely powerful, and the probability of successfully launching a sneak attack using the 'Old Six Beads' is extremely low.
Only by making the Nascent Soul cultivator completely lower their guard can a single strike hit!
Thinking of this, Kongming suddenly appeared.
"Zilong, I'm coming to save you!"
As Kongming shouted, he charged toward Zhao Yun, who was shrouded in black mist, without regard for anything else.
"Quick...run! Don't touch the black mist...that old monster..."
Zhao Yun's voice came from the black mist, weak yet urgent.
"Hehehe... You actually dare to come back? Well, that saves me a lot of trouble!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator's eyes flashed with disdain when he saw Kongming turn back. He was convinced that Kongming was courting death, unaware that Kongming had already planned ahead.
Kongming feigned panic and said in a trembling voice, "I'll give you the stuff, release my brother, and if you have any problems, come at me!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator laughed wildly, his arrogance reaching its peak: "You? You're nothing but an ant, how dare you negotiate with me? Once I've devoured this delicious Martial Soul, I'll come and take what's mine!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand seals changed, and the black mist binding Zhao Yun became even thicker. Then, Zhao Yun's painful groans came from the thick black mist. It was not hard to imagine that he was enduring great pain at this moment.
Clearly, this Nascent Soul old monster was too focused on devouring living souls to deal with Kongming.
Seeing this, Kongming no longer hesitated.
Spiritual energy surged wildly beneath his feet, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, and he transformed into a gust of wind, launching a swift attack on the Nascent Soul cultivator.
"boom!"
With a dull thud, Kongming was struck as if by an invisible force, and was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, a full hundred feet away...