Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty Two – Fiendish Mist (1/2)
Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty Two – Fiendish Mist
Hoo, finally finished learning the three hundredth little yao art.
Zuo Mo exhaled deeply. Little yao arts were not complicated at all, but there were so many kinds it was a headache. If it wasn’t that his consciousness’ foundation wasn’t bad, it probably would be much harder.
He suddenly raised his head. A disturbance was occurring at the front.
There was a situation!
Zuo Mo was not frightened and was happy. After so many days that he couldn’t even remember clearly, they hadn’t encountered anything ever since entering this damned ancient battlefield. His figure shifted and he appeared at the very front of the troop.
Not far away was a spread of thin bloody mist that seemed to have things moving inside it. The bloody mist was very vast, and showed no end.
Out of caution, the troop had stopped.
Pu Yao came out and looked gravely at the bloody mist up head. “Careful, this is fiendish mist. Inside are fiend soul beasts.”
It wasn’t the first time Zuo Mo had heard Pu Yao mention fiendish soul beasts. Every time Pu Yao spoke of them, his tone was very grave. He couldn’t resist asking, “Are those things very powerful?”
“En,” Pu Yao looked at the bloody mist up head, amazement unable to be disguised in his bloody pupil, “In any battlefield that has souls that have not transcended after death, the souls of those dead would roam the battlefield. If the fiendish energy of the battlefield is heavy, these souls will not dissipate, and will absorb fiendish energy to form fiendish souls. Over time, fiendish souls will become fiendish soul beasts. This fiendish mist is a size never heard of before. The fiend soul beasts inside will also be great.”
Pu Yao’s words made Zuo Mo feel hesitant. If it really was so dangerous, going into this bloody mist … …
After a few moments of thought, he ordered for camp to be set.
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Golden Crow Camp had completely transformed.
Golden Crow Hall was filled with people that gathered in groups of three to five to discuss their studies. It was very noisy. This was an unique habit that they had formed during their time in Little Mountain Jie. Everyone had come from small sects, and were limited in their knowledge. Many of the problems that they encountered were not ones that could be resolved by themselves. Out of helplessness, consolidating everyone’s strength became the only choice. Over time, this became an unique habit of Golden Crow Camp.
The unique open environment of Golden Crow Camp and the trust built up due to persevering throughhardship together was the most fertile ground to grow these relationships. Zuo Mo’s jade scroll was like a spring rain that instantly created vitality.
But today, they had not gathered to discuss problems of formations.
“The fiendish mist is in front of us. Even though Daren has decided to temporarily make camp, we need to prepare for entering the fiendish mist,” Sun Bao said seriously.
Everyone listened careful. After they had all sworn the killing heart oath, they became much closer. If before they were more like partners working together, then now everyone was of the same sect.
“I don’t want to interrupt everyone’s cultivation plans, but the situation is an emergency,” Ji Wei continued. “Our Golden Crow Camp must not drag Daren down, and needs to do our best to help Daren. Otherwise, aren’t we useless?”
Everyone nodded their heads with expressions of agreement.
Sun Bao nodded his head inside, and said in a deep voice,“So, I and Master Sun Bao have decided to gather all the strength of the camp to forge a talisman!”
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The five hundredth type!
An exhausted Zuo Mo collapsed onto the ground.
Zuo Mo had furiously cultivated the little yao arts just so he could get that spell from Pu Yao as soon as possible. If they entered this fiendish mist, the ones in most danger were Vermillion Bird Camp and Golden Crow Camp.
Entering the fiendish mist was truly stepping into the inner span on the ancient battlefield.
Even though it was dangerous up ahead, but Zuo Mo saw more hope than in the desolation that he had seen these previous days. Pu Yao also supported this. The closer they were to the center of the battlefield, the more likely he could recognize where they were.
Unless they could find a working transportation formation, finding the general position of this jie was their only hope of leaving this place.
The bean-sized beads of sweat gathered in streams that flowed down his face. Zuo Mo didn’t wipe them off, and said in a hoarse voice, “Pu, spell!”
“Alright.” Pu Yao did not waste words and briskly handed over a jade scroll.
Grabbing the jade scroll, Zuo Mo felt he had recovered some energy and forced himself up to run towards Vermillion Bird Camp. Behind him, Pu Yao’s eyes flashed with an unusual light. He imperceptibly murmured, “Divine Summon Art … … really makes me anticipate … …”
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In front of Gongsun Cha, Vermillion Bird Camp finished their organization.
Everyone was silent and their eyes were full of anticipation. This was the first time they had gathered after entering this ghastly place. Was there a mission? Many people couldn’t help but feel excitement. These battle maniacs felt moldy after spending every day on the boats.
“From today, all of your training missions are temporarily cancelled, and changed to cultivating this spell.”
Gongsun Cha smiled slightly, and then Zong Ru and the others beside him quickly handed jade scrolls to every person.
Everyone had a puzzled expression. Cultivate a new spell? But they suppressed their curiosity and remained motionless.
“Take a look.”
Only when Gongsun Cha said these words did they hurry to read the jade scroll in their heads.
[Fiend Ling]
Gongsun Cha saw the shock and joy on all the faces, and smiled. With this spell, the combat abilities of Vermillion Bird Camp would not drop but go up a level.