northernbook Chapter 211 Taking the Opportunity to Escape
Chapter 211 Taking the Opportunity to Escape
It should be understood that entering the Dao through martial arts is extremely difficult, and in this cultivation world where spiritual power is the dominant force, it is an existence as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
Once one has achieved a certain level of mastery, they will be virtually unbeatable among those of the same level, and will frequently be able to challenge opponents of higher levels.
The Zhao Yun before us is at the peak of the third realm of martial arts—the Vajra Indestructible Realm. The fact that he was able to preserve his combat power in the face of a Nascent Soul cultivator's attack demonstrates the depth of his martial arts foundation and the tenacity of his will.
"Interesting. I thought it was just a timid little ant that overestimated its abilities, but it turned out to be a pleasant surprise."
A cruel smile slowly crept onto the Nascent Soul cultivator's lips, his eyes revealing greed and excitement.
In his early years, he obtained a wicked skill by chance and made great strides by devouring the souls of cultivators.
The person before me possesses unwavering martial arts skills and has cultivated to the point of being indestructible. If I were to devour his martial spirit, my own nascent soul might be able to reach an even higher level.
As this thought flashed through his mind, the greed in the Nascent Soul cultivator's eyes intensified, and his cruel smile became even more arrogant.
At this point, he was no longer in a hurry to chase after Kongming. In his eyes, even if Kongming fled to the ends of the earth, he would find him.
This martial arts cultivator who has come knocking on our door is the "great opportunity" that we cannot afford to miss at this moment.
The Nascent Soul cultivator slowly raised his hands, his ten fingers moving rapidly like ghosts, while he chanted incantations.
In an instant, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be stirred up by an invisible force, becoming chaotic and disordered.
Wisps of black mist emanated from his body, and faint, mournful cries could be heard from within the mist, as if countless wronged souls were struggling within it.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Yun inwardly cried out in alarm, knowing full well that this person was not using any orthodox magic.
The eerie and terrifying aura rushed towards him as if it were a tangible force, sending chills down his spine. He instinctively gripped the spear tightly in his hand, and the martial arts power within his body surged wildly like a mighty river.
In an instant, a bright silver light shone from his body, attempting to dispel the eerie and terrifying aura around him.
However, the eerie black mist, like a greedy maw, was gradually eroding the light emanating from Zhao Yun.
"Boy, stop struggling in vain! Obediently help me advance further in my Nascent Soul stage, and it will be your greatest honor, hehehe..."
The Nascent Soul cultivator chuckled eerily, his voice echoing through the mist, sounding particularly sinister, as if it came from the deepest hell, sending chills down one's spine.
As the black mist continued to spread, Zhao Yun felt as if he were sinking into a sticky swamp, making every movement difficult.
Moreover, it was as if countless invisible hands were pulling at his soul, trying to drag it out of his body.
Zhao Yun gritted his teeth, forcibly mobilized every bit of strength in his body, and then shouted loudly, throwing the spear in his hand at the Nascent Soul cultivator with all his might.
In an instant, the spear transformed into a dazzling silver streak, like a lightning bolt tearing through the darkness, piercing straight through the mist and shooting towards the Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Jie Jie Jie..."
The Nascent Soul cultivator continued to laugh strangely, and he neither dodged nor avoided the oncoming spear.
His right hand shot out like a hawk's claw, and the black mist that was originally swirling in his palm suddenly expanded rapidly as if inflated, forming a huge black vortex in the blink of an eye.
When the silver spear touched the vortex, it seemed to fall into an endless abyss, being frantically pulled in, and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"Truly ferocious!"
As the Nascent Soul cultivator watched Zhao Yun's increasingly fierce resistance, the excitement in his eyes grew even stronger. He couldn't help but stick out his tongue and slowly lick his lips, as if Zhao Yun was already a delicious delicacy within his grasp.
Zhao Yun's expression was solemn. The huge gap in their cultivation levels was right there, and it would be no easy task to get past it. At this moment, he could only hope that Kongming and Zhu Ganglie had already escaped far away.
Zhao Yun took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain of his soul being corroded by the black mist, and mobilized the last bit of martial arts power in his body to condense a faint layer of silver armor on his skin.
"Humph, dying struggle!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator scoffed disdainfully, and with a wave of his hands, the black vortex expanded once more, with even more black mist surging towards Zhao Yun like a raging tide.
These black mists seemed to possess a life of their own, constantly crashing against and gnawing at Zhao Yun's silver armor, attempting to pull out his martial spirit.
The immense suction force caused Zhao Yun's feet to carve two deep furrows in the ground, and he was involuntarily suspended in mid-air.
Even so, his gaze remained unwavering, fixed on the Nascent Soul cultivator, his eyes burning with an indomitable flame.
He had only one thought in his mind: he had to buy more time for Kongming to escape...