Chapter Seven Hundred and Ninety – Totem Coliseum (2/2)
While Zuo Mo didn’t know what mysteries the white mist held, Zuo Mo knew he could not let it continue.
Since they could suck the mist in, then I can too!
Zuo Mo snickered. He flipped his hand, and a magnetic bottle appeared in his hand. He cast a spell to suck in mist.
Yet the suction of the bottle was clearly not as strong as the Mist Eye Tablet. Zuo Mo saw this, and he flipped his hand again, and again, and again … …
A moment later, three rows of magnetic bottles appeared in front of him, nine to a row.
Magnetic Bottle Formation!
Suck!
The power of the twenty seven magnetic bottles immediately showed their effect. Twenty seven flows of white mist entered the magnetic bottles. In a blink, the surroundings were cleared again.
The twenty seven bottles were completely filled.
Zuo Mo sighed in relief and was also shocked. The magnetic bottles he had were not ordinary. If a bottle like this was used to hold water, it could easily suck a river dry, andthat was a river three li wide and ten li long.
He hadn’t thought that they would be filled after taken in the white mist for such a short time.
The white mist condensed into water in the bottle. There was only a handful in each bottle. The water flashed with multi-colored light and he could not see what was special about it.
Yet before Zuo Mo could study what this white mist really was, the surrounding white mist started to move towards them again.
When the white mist was two zhang away from them, the white mist twisted and roiled. At the same time, Zuo Mo had a suddenly feeling of danger. There seemed to be something dangerous about to come out of the white mist.
At this time, a wave of hissing sounded within the white mist. It was a group of white bats! The swarm of white bats numbered in the hundreds. They came quickly, their wings like blades as they broke through the mist!
“Careful!”
A tiny black shadow next to him suddenly flew out, and in the air, the black shadow exploded into tiny rays of light.
Every ray of light was an miniscule sword energy. The sword energies looked like fireworks as they exploded.
The white bats hit the bright sword energies head on.
Pop pop pop!
The bats struck by the sword energies immediately turned into puffs of white mist.
A small shadow dressed in black robes stood with a crescent blade. He floated in front of Zuo Mo with a cold expression. It was the aggressive Tenth Grade!
Tenth Grade had a proud expression as though he had not used his full power in the attack just now.
“Not bad, not bad, Lil’ Ten, good job. This strike has some of Eldest Shixiong’s style.” Of course Zuo Mo would not be frugal in praise. While Tenth Grade used a crescent blade, he cultivated a sword scripture.
Tenth Grade’s expression did not change, but he clearly felt good at Zuo Mo’s praise.
Lil’ Pagoda flew happily to rub Tenth Grade, and waved his fleshy eaves as though he was saying, you worked hard, you worked hard. He seemed to be fawning.
Lil’ Fire also moved over and rolled its round body around Tenth Grade.
Tenth Grade’s proud expression immediately turned into one of helplessness. He clearly did not know what to do with these two.
“Careful!” Zuo Mo was alarmed.
Soft hissing suddenly sounded in the mist. If Zuo Mo was not focused, he would not have detected it. He reacted quickly, his fingers flickering. The green strand on his wrist shot into the mist like a viper.
Hn?
Zuo Mo was startled as the green stand on his wrist suddenly tensed.
Zuo Mo reacted quickly. With a flip of his hand, a thread of sun shen fire appeared on his right hand. The shen fire grew along the green strand to spread at a quick rate towards the other end.
A stream of fire flashed by.
Boom!
A deep roar came from within the white mist. The white mist was very strange. The explosion had been strong, but the mist was not affected by the explosion at all.
An angry roar suddenly sounded from within the white mist. The sun shen power had wounded it.
Zuo Mo snorted. His hand pulled and shook the green strand.
Ripples of energy were released from the green stand and rained into the white mist.
Pew pew pew!
A string of deep impacts rattled out.
How could Zuo Mo’s attacks end so easily? He immediately braced himself and pulled abruptly on the green strand.
A mist ball the height of a person was forcibly pulled out of the mist by Zuo Mo.
The mist ball was thicker than the normal white mist. Something seemed to be moving inside it in an eerie manner.
At this time, something suddenly occurred!
Translator Ramblings: Pu Yao isn’t the deux ex machina, his teacher is. See the Archaic Wasteland Art.