Chapter 253: The Mystic Trace Fog Appears
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Wang Baole gazed at the group with calm and cold eyes. He looked unfazed as if he had cast aside all worries and anxieties and was unconcerned about his life and death.
He cared not for the cultivators from the Five Generation Sky Clan before him. Even if he didn’t use the Dharmic Armament, even if he was heavily wounded, it wouldn’t be that difficult for him to wipe them out in a fight to the death. His only real concern was the earlier Foundation Establishment realm cultivator!
The man had clearly gotten ahead of himself and wasn’t willing to put himself out again. That was why he had made use of the True Breath realm cultivators to wear him down and test his strength. The man must have been hidden nearby, watching them intently.
From the looks of it, they don’t know that the Mystic Trace Fog will appear here…Wang Baole narrowed his eyes as he confirmed his understanding. It wasn’t surprising. He knew that there were few foolhardy enough to be teleporting all over the place using the Mystic Trace Fog.
In this case, the best strategy is to use a delay tactic… Wang Baole made up his mind then. The backlash from the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament was too great. He had just barely suppressed its effects and wouldn’t use it a second time unless it was his final resort.
Time crept by slowly. The span of thirty breaths passed, and the oppressive aura in the air grew stronger and tenser. The cultivators from the Five Generation Sky Clan started stirring into action.
Wang Baole stood, holding the Dharmic Armament saber in his hand, exuding an aura akin to that of a warrior god. The black tornado and the crocodile that swam in and out of sight within formed an awesome backdrop and added to his fearsome aura…
However, the standoff couldn’t persist indefinitely. Gradually, the breathing of the dozen people around him eased. Murderous intent flashed across their eyes. The bolder few stepped towards Wang Baole, growling.
“Everyone, let’s attack together. This Wang Baole is only one guy!”
As the words rang out, three people dashed forward and stepped into the circle. Murderous intent flashed in the others’ eyes as well. They charged into the circle as well, whipping out their Numinous Treasures and spells. In an instant, an explosion of colors attacked Wang Baole in the circle.
As soon as the first three people stepped into the circle, violence flickered in Wang Baole’s eyes. He leaped, swift like lightning, and approached instantly. He didn’t attack with the saber. Instead, he formed a fist with his left hand and, disregarding the injuries caused by the earlier backlash, used his full force to punch!
The Supernova erupted instantaneously. It formed a whirlpool that ripped everything apart, colliding directly with the three Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators. Upon collision, the three people resisted and fought back without avail. Pools of blood spilled from their lips as their bodies flew backwards. With a flick of Wang Baole’s storage bracelet, three flying swords dashed out and shot through their foreheads!
With a series of heavy thuds, the three corpses fell outside the circle. Everything happened within a blink of an eye. The others, who had been about to strike, froze in alarm at Wang Baole’s sudden turn of his head and the air of violence rolling off him. They retreated out of the circle swiftly, afraid to encroach further.
“He who enters this circle, dies!” Wang Baole said coolly after suppressing the blood churning inside him discreetly and slowly swallowing the blood in his mouth without drawing attention from the rest. The heavy scent of blood in the air and the aura of violence emanating from his person gave his repeated words a greater, more awesome weight than his initial utterance.
Under the oppressive, terrifying aura, the cultivators surrounding him took a few more steps back. When they looked at Wang Baole, it was with fear. They had never met someone who was also at the perfected True Breath realm but possessed such terrifying and demented fighting abilities.
Someone had noticed the saber in Wang Baole’s hand but had no time to think about it further.
Wang Baole narrowed his eyes at the group’s collective retreat. It was then that, within the black tornado, where no eyes could see, the Mystic Trace Fog started to gather and form soundlessly. Wang Baole sensed that a teleportation was about to occur behind him. He seemingly took a casual step back, then another. His grip on the saber tightened.
In the forest, a short distance away, Zhou Fei stared unblinkingly at the battle before him. His brow slowly creased. The weakness of the True Breath realm cultivators displeased him greatly.
A bunch of trash! Still, why is Wang Baole trapping himself here? Suspicion colored Zhou Fei’s eyes. His gut told him he couldn’t drag it out any longer. He snorted. Lifting his right hand, he was about to cast a spell. It was then that he felt something amiss. He turned his head abruptly and saw, a short distance from him, a wisp of mist rapidly gathering.
He froze at the sight of the mist, and the expression on his face soon changed.
“A Mystic Trace Fog! Damn it, he knew there was going to be a Mystic Trace Fog here. He’s trying to escape! You useless nitwits, stop him, quick!” Zhou Fei was no longer concerned with keeping himself hidden as he hollered. Panicking, he dashed out with a sudden burst of speed, charging towards the retreating Wang Baole.
The cultivators from the Five Generation Sky Clan, upon hearing Zhou Fei’s furious yelling, gritted their teeth and rushed into the circle at Wang Baole.
As soon as they stepped into the circle, however, all of them suddenly widened their eyes. They started shuddering. They had a weird expression on their faces. Soon, all of them could not control themselves as they started scratching…
They couldn’t understand. They had been fine a moment earlier. However, suddenly, a sudden itch had taken them over, either in the arm, their back, or their thigh—each one of them in a different area. It was an indescribable sensation. It was an itch that was unbearable, that forced them to instinctively scratch at it.
As they were scratching, Wang Baole suddenly raised his left hand. A lightning arc shot from his fingers and flew in all directions. Lightning exploded on the cultivators as a sword formed entirely out of lightning flew out.
In an instant, two people’s foreheads were pierced through. Terror surged through the remaining Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators immediately. It was then that Zhou Fei approached, howling furiously and dashing straight into the circle. He was behind the Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators and struck instantly. He landed a kick on all of them, forcing mouthfuls of blood to spill from their lips. The cultivators couldn’t retreat further. Zhou Fei used them as his weapon and, with a kick, sent them flying towards Wang Baole!
He followed behind, with murder and greed in his eyes, charging straight at Wang Baole!
“Die!” He howled while forming hand seals. A cloud of black fog appeared on each of his sides, transforming into two enormous black hands and grabbing at Wang Baole.
Wang Baole watched as Zhou Fei mercilessly disregarded the lives of his own clan and used them as human weapons to stop him from leaving, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He raised his left hand and slammed it into the earth suddenly, causing a wave of electromagnetism to erupt. Bolts of lightning exploded from the earth suddenly, transforming the entire area into a lightning domain!
He wasn’t done yet. The lightning bolts that flew out from the ground fused together in mid-air, forming swords made out of lightning. The crossing of the swords in the air formed what appeared to be a web of lightning swords. A thundering roar rose to the skies, and the Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators that had been sent flying towards him with a kick were halted in their approach.
Wang Baole retreated abruptly. His one foot had stepped into the Mystic Trace Fog behind him. He was on the verge of being teleported away. Zhou Fei, however, could hardly let his prize slip away.
He was filled with loathing and regret. He loathed himself for being overly cautious. He shouldn’t have allowed others to try and wear Wang Baole down; he should have taken the risk of great injury and just killed Wang Baole.
He howled madly when he saw the mist concealed within the black tornado behind Wang Baole. Lifting his right hand, he smacked his forehead violently, and three of his past lives appeared instantly behind him. They disintegrated instantly, becoming a black Qi that surged into his body and formed numerous black marks on his entire body.
The mystic technique gave him a temporary burst of enhanced abilities. Zhou Fei charged forward fiercely, his speed doubling twofold. With a deafening explosion, he burst through the lightning web and appeared before Wang Baole. He raised his hand and, with a crazed and violent glint in his eyes, grabbed fiercely at Wang Baole.
Wang Baole was prepared for it. He hadn’t let his guard down despite being half submerged in the mist. As soon as Zhou Fei approached, he gritted his teeth and, risking a second backlash, swept his right hand towards the approaching Zhou Fei. With a loud yell, he released the power of the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament saber and sent it flying forward!
The tornado around them erupted instantly. The black crocodile in the tornado howled as its tail lashed out. All the spirit energy culminated in the saber in Wang Baole’s hands and clashed head-on with Zhou Fei.
A loud thundering resounded in the air. An unimaginable destructive blast exploded and surged outward in all directions, destroying all plant life within a hundred-yard radius. The injured Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators saw their vision go black. Their bodies were smashed instantly, then ripped apart in an explosion.
Zhou Fei started spitting blood. He staggered backwards, retreating more than a hundred yards before his right foot landed on the ground and stood firm. He spat out another mouthful of blood, and his hair fell loose around his shoulders. He lifted his face, which was drained of all color. Where Wang Baole had stood earlier, there was no longer any sight of him!
There was only a rapidly expanding fog that blanketed Zhou Fei as he howled in fury. The fog lingered over the patch of forest for a very long time…