Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty Two – The Reappearance of Wasteland Sacrificial Art (1/2)
Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty Two – The Reappearance of Wasteland Sacrificial Art
A grey shadow flew out from Zuo Mo’s right hand.
The grey shadow was like a wasteland beast that had left its cage. It grew in size, and the deep hissing it made shocked people down to their souls.
Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art!
The last joker in Zuo Mo’s hands was unhesitatingly thrown out at this moment.
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In the sea of consciousness, Pu Yao had a complicated expression, one that Zuo Mo would think was spectacular at this time. His expression was complex and showed a faint bitterness. The Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art was the yao art that his teacher had created. Teacher had never hidden any part of it from him. He could recite any part of the yao art, but even so, after one thousand years, he still could not successfully cast this yao art.
Thinking back to his nickname of [Encyclopedia of Yao Arts], it seemed full of irony.
[Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art] looked simple but it actually was complex in many places. Otherwise, how could Pu Yao still not be able to find the method to cast it after so many years had passed? Last time, he had only wanted to try, and just gave a few words of guidance. He had not expected Zuo Mo to successfully cast the art.
Today, Zuo Mo’s movements were still unpractised, but he had successfully cast it again. It was enough to show that he had grasped the crux of this yao art, and his success was not just a matter of luck.
What was an incredibly difficult yao art in Pu Yao’s eyes was easily grasped by Zuo Mo and without the other knowing its difficulty. Other than bitterness and mockery, he couldn’t help but admire Zuo Mo’s talent. Thinking back carefully, he found that inexperienced youth he had first met was more average in all areas compared to the present.
This guy’s staying power was very strong!
He suddenly snickered. His consciousness was greater than Zuo Mo’s. The prison battlefield could block Zuo Mo’s consciousness, but could not stop Pu Yao’s consciousness. Pu Yao knew everything about what was happening outside.
His mood instantly made a one hundred and eighty degree turn, especially when he saw the spectacular expressions of the spectating yao.
Maybe it was pretty good to have such a student. Even though Zuo Mo was not a yao, and was a human, but in the eyes of Pu Yao who usually did not tread the conventionalpath, this wasn’t a concern at all.
At some time in the future, he definitely had to urge Zuo Mo to go to the yao world.
It would be really fun to cause a storm!
Imagining the shocked expressions of those old guys, he couldn’t help but roar with laughter.
In the sea of consciousness, Pu Yao’s free yet somewhat insane laughter echoed.
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Zuo Mo did not hear Pu Yao’s laughter. His mind was focused as he cast the Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art.
The simple yet authoritative presence was like a vicious wasteland beast slowly walking out of the mist. The oncoming presence was suffocating!
Its movements were not fast, but were filled with perfect ease.
It suddenly stopped its movement.
The spectating yao felt their throats tighten as though a noose had been suddenly tightened around their necks. They couldn’t breath.
Terror suddenly jumped from their feet up, the bone-aching coldness spreading through their entire bodies, their minds completely blank.
He seemed to see an ancient wasteland beast the size of a mountain looking down indifferently.
The mountain-like presence covered the world, and bore down like a mountain.
The yao lost their courage. They wanted to turn and run. Those that were less daring collapsed onto the ground. Even those guys who thought themselves powerful had ashen faces at this moment.
Qian Liu Daren’s water breath was vastness and full of life.
And this grey figure was filled with tyranny and destruction!
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The second prison.
Numerous yao suddenly stopped what they were doing at the same moment. They raised their heads in shock.
A dangerous presence filled with tyranny and destruction rushed past them like a gust of wind.
The enormous second prison sank into a strange silence.
A moment later, these yao that had been hard at work unhesitatingly dropped what they were doing, and started to fly in the same direction. If one looked from above the second prison, they would find that numerous figures seemed to be attracted to one location.
It was the entrance to the first prison.
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Feeling the danger of the Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art presented, the vast water breath that had been warm and peaceful a moment ago suddenly roiled.
Zuo Mo seemed to be situated in an angry ocean. The enormous waves that charged up could swallow him at any instant. These furious waves contained power that could crumble mountains and upend seas. If he was touched the tiniest bit, even with the Great Day mo physique, there would only be one outcome—his body completely shattered!
The complete reverse of the peace and harmony, the prison battlefield had turned to the other extreme. Zuo Mo understood this represented another attribute of the water breath. After experiencing the voyages on Endless Ocean, he understood just how the furious water could be terrifying powerful.
His surroundings were filled with abundant moisture.
Almost in the blink of an eye, a boundless ocean appeared under Zuo Mo’s feet.
Minuscule, Zuo Mo once again felt just how minuscule he was!
In front of this raging and vast water breath, people were forced to admit their insignificance.
Zuo Mo bit his lips tightly and tried to maintain his resolve. His hands were still methodically swiping in the air.
All of his strength was gathered in his body!
Come!
Zuo Mo suddenly raised his flushed eyes.
Almost at the same time, two empty red lights suddenly lit up in the grey shadow. They were like a pair of vicious eyes. The ignited red eyes were lantern sized, and like giving the touch of life to a painting, the figure of the wasteland beast that had been slightly intangible did not seem to feel transient any longer.
It was alive.