Chapter 68 (1/2)

World of Snow

“Wū! Gū! Bā! Ma! Hōng! Yā! Dōu! Pó!”

As soon as Fang Han saw Māra Yamāntaka appear, without a moment’s hesitation, the Sirius Smoke around him churned, momently form into a shape of a “Giant horn”. In that instant, the sound of eight Naga roaring erupted from his body like a magnificent army with thousands of men and horses that swept through the entire area carrying the sound until it arrived.

Most of all,  the sound that was emitted by the Sirius smoke was far more intense in comparison to the original. The oscillation frequency of the sound waves had doubled.

This was the result of Fang Han pondering the magical effects of the Sirius Smoke.

The Sirius Smoke wasn’t  merely ordinary smoke, it was made from the essence of a Moonwolf, Five Metal Poison Gas, and more exotic things. All kinds of materials refined using demonic methods, it was heavy as mercury, light as smoke, fierce as Sirius, and tender as water. It could a.s.sume the form of anything.

The Giant Horn form of the Sirius Smoke coupled with the “Eight Sounds of Nāga” created a power with unlimited potential, it was only because of those factors that Fang Han could muster the courage to barge into the large array of Three Thousand Māra.

However, as soon as Māra Yamāntaka appeared Fang Han knew  that he would be a powerful enemy, far surpa.s.sing the ferocity of any other Māra and that if he didn’t strike first, more likely than not the moment they faced off he would be disadvantaged

He had now reached the G.o.dly Transformation Realm and for the most part was somehow telepathically aware of good and bad fortune.  In his mind, Māra Yamāntaka in front of him seemed undefeatable, he immediately knew he’d kicked an iron board.

Originally, When Fang Han spat out Eight Sounds of Nāga, the Sirius Smoke should have been shattered, but the Sirius Smoke had been refined by Fang Han’s blood, it contains the spirit of blood, it was just like his body.

No matter how loud the noise generated by a human was, it wouldn’t deafen the one who generated it, for this reason, the “Eight Sounds of Nāga”, not only wouldn’t hurt the Sirius Smoke instead the two would complement each other.

“What a strong sound wave…”

It seemed that Māra Yamāntaka didn’t expect Fang Han to make that move, when “Eight Sounds of Nāga” arrived, Māra Yamāntaka’s body shook, twisted like a ripple in the water, changing constantly.

Finally, he shouted, soaring into the sky having managed to dodge the sound wave attack.

“He’s too strong, we better go!”

Fang Han saw that Māra Yamāntaka’s form hadn’t been scattered, he even calmly withdrew, this was not the kind of enemy Fang Han could handle. All of a sudden the hair on him erected.

With his current power, “Eight Sounds of Nāga” coordinated with the “Giant Horn” used at a close range, at that speed even if an elephant were to be struck by him it would die of shock.

At first, Fang Han planned to rely on this new move, surprising Māra Yamāntaka, and hopefully slaughter the Māra King.

A Māra King was considered equal to human masters who’d reached the G.o.dly Transformation realm, if Fang Han could really kill Māra Yamāntaka, then he’d become famous and would be granted generous rewards from the sect. But at the moment, the gap between him and Māra King was too wide, it was fundamentally impossible for him to kill an enemy beyond his level.

Top Priority. Best option left is to run.

Sirius Smoke magic sphere formed again, this time, extending as fast as possible, reversing his position and immediately and making a full on dash towards the light sphere of the “Nine Palace Golden PaG.o.das” on the plain.

Originally, the three thousand Māra were attacking the “Nine Palace Golden PaG.o.das” light sphere, but when Fang Han suddenly generated the furious “Eight Sounds of Nāga” behind them, it surprised them and as a result slowed them down. They all turned around to catch a glimpse, however, Fang Han charged through at lightning speed killing everything in his path all the while belting out a few of the syllables from the  “Eight Sounds of Nāga”, the Māra were flushed away in a moment, unable to resist.

Peng Peng Peng Peng Peng!

One by one the Māra were shattered, even now, Fang Han did not forget to make a fortune, harvesting every shattered Māra into his Seven Evil Gourd, then skillfully diverting everyone’s attention as he sent them into the Acheron Map.

One, two……ten……twenty, thirty……

He felt a rush of this “Not giving a f.u.c.k” mentality, taking advantage of the fact that the Māra battle array was scattered he harvested greatly. More than one hundred Māra became Fang Han’s property.

“You’re courting death!”

Māra Yamāntaka saw this scene from afar, his face cramped a little, body soaring to the sky, a black light tore through the air, closing in on Fang Han.

Bo!

The Sirius Smoke magic sphere upon being hit by the immediately broke, make a cracking sound, like a wounded snake it slithered back into the Seven Evil Gourd, without the protection of Sirius Smoke, both Fang Han and the eight female disciples of the Jialan Group were doomed to fall.

Fortunately, they weren’t very high in the sky and everyone had a tough body. As soon as they landed on the ground they all rolled to offset the impact, got up, and made a mad dash towards the Nine Palace Golden PaG.o.da’s light.

“We are disciples of the Yuhua Sect!”

“That? That black light! It’s not an ordinary Māra, it’s a Māra King!”

“Oh, my G.o.d! It’s a Māra King!”

“I’ll be d.a.m.ned. These disciples actually managed to escape from the Māra King alive.”

“It’s the s.h.i.+jie from the JiaLan Group!  No wonder, JiaLan Group is the largest group in our Yuhua sect.”