Chapter 895: Three Versus One (1/2)
”The rules have changed. Kill those two, and you'll be able to pass,” the man with the armored spikes said as he pointed at Krune and Cultivator.
The people then turned around as the gaze in their eyes subtly changed from that of hesitation to that of determination. Waves of Godly Energy emanated from them as all the cultivators in the area probed their cultivation bases using their Divine Senses.
Not long after, multiple smiles could be seen on their faces as they soon found out their cultivation bases.
Seventh Stage God Foundation Realm!
Fourth Stage God Core Realm!
On top of that, to the eyes of the onlookers, Krune and Cultivator didn't seem like anyone strong. It was attributed to the fact that their Spiritual Incarnations were accumulation-based and didn't give any pronounced effect like the others that were activation-based.
”Hahaha!” Cultivator laughed as he teared up, pointing at the man with the armored spike as he shouted, ”This is the first time I'm looking at a clown acting like a villain.”
”What the heck did you just call me?” The man with the armored spikes frowned as veins popped all over his forehead.
”What? You think you'd look scary just because you're sitting atop a pile of carcasses?” Cultivator retorted. He then looked at the surrounding crowd and said, ”Just act as the peanut gallery as you are and move to the side. I'm stronger than those five weaklings.”
There wasn't any change in Cultivator's expression or demeanor. He was still in the same relaxed state as usual. Krune didn't even bother doing anything as he sat cross-legged atop the ring spirit, looking at Cultivator and asked, ”Can you handle them all? They are strong.”
”Well, I can always try. If the situation turns awry, support me. We can still run away easily from them anytime.” Cultivator smiled as he made a leap, gently landing on the ground. He then calmly and confidently walked towards the pile of corpses, looking at the man with the armored spikes and said, ”So, shall I just call you a clown? Or do you actually have a name?”
”Curse this bastard. I'm…”
”On second thought,” Cultivator interjected as he drilled his finger into his ear, acting disinterested. ”I'll just call you Clown. That's the best name for you. Isn't that right?”
”Exactly.” The lady spirit appeared and landed a kick right on the face of the man with the armored spikes, sending him flying. A shockwave resounded from the clash as she retracted her leg. Though, before she could move, she noticed all the blood in her body was being pulled out, causing her form to become unstable before she collapsed into a pool of Godly Energy.
Cultivator retracted her as he healed her, summoning her once again to launch another attack. She had just taken a step forward when a lady from the group of five flashed before her and pierced a sword right through the lady spirit's chest.
Though, she had just done that when she failed to receive the feedback of her sword cutting through something solid. She then noticed her sword had changed shape, morphing the blade into a spherical dumbbell. The reduction in length caused its top to hover a couple of centimeters before the lady spirit.
”Surprise!” The lady spirit smiled as she flashed her pair of knives, severing her head. Though, her opponent's image flickered before she reappeared in her original spot, clutching her neck that had a gaping wound.
Her flesh squirmed as her laws reconstructed her body. She had just prepared to engage in round two when the air behind her churned as the ambient light in the surroundings turned crimson. A volatile presence erupted, causing even some of the Predominated Vines in the surroundings to be sucked into it.
The vines struggled to escape as all the moisture, energy, and essence that formed their very foundation was sucked right out of them. All the siphoned essence converged into one place, the source being the crimson hue that reverberated throughout the surroundings.
”Damn you! BASTARD! I'll kill you!” the man with the armored spikes cursed aloud, expressing genuine anger as he exited from the mud walls. The lady spirit's attack had sent him flying into it until he was burrowed a couple of meters deep.
As he walked out, his face convulsed a bit before recovering to normalcy. It seemed that the strength in the lady spirit's kick was tremendous, dealing enough damage to even cave in his head. A normal cultivator would have lost his life then and there.
”There he goes.” a bulky bearded man, the same one that had retorted the man with the armored spikes before, muttered, intending to support him when he noticed the Predominated Vines in the surroundings become active. One after another, new vines stood up from the ground, gradually getting bigger and scarier.
Slowly, all of them turned around to face in the direction of the man with the armored spikes. Upon seeing the scene, the bulky, bearded man looked at the others, noticing how they were all on the same page. ”I'll deal with him.”