1196 Bu Fang, the Deceiver (2/2)

RUMBLE!

It was a long time before he heard the thunderous rumble, which deafened his ears and shook his heart and soul. He was in a daze, and then his eyes widened when he finally saw the Perishing Pot's look in the distance.

The Dried Pot was spinning and expanding, turning into a dazzling white lotus that blotted out the sky. Under it, energy boiled and devoured everything around it, including the nearby void turbulence.

The power was extremely terrifying.

The Shadow Demon experts on the warship watched with blank faces. They felt chills run down their backs as if someone had poured a bucket of icy water over them. They shuddered, and their hearts filled with fear.

Run!

The Perishing Pot devoured everything as it approached the warship. They had to run. Otherwise, they would be devoured together with the warship!

The lotus seemed to be born of destruction, too terrifying to the point of making people despair.

Countless figures fled the warship like how the people of the Nether Chef Clan had fled not too long ago. Before, there was a fierce battle, but now… these experts simply fled just because of a Dried Pot.

BOOM!

The Perishing Pot collided with the warship and devoured it in a flash. The pot had boiled to the limit and exploded with endless energy. Flames spread in the void and towered into the sky. As a deafening rumble resounded, the void seemed to crack. Even then, a giant mushroom cloud rose, and terrible blasts swept out in all directions.

Some Shadow Demon experts who fled too slow were swept by the blasts, and their bodies were blown apart and turned into balls of flames.

The Little Saint moved frantically in the void, trying to dodge the blasts created by the Perishing Pot. However, he soon found to his horror that he could not dodge them.

A ripple had caught up. He turned, growled, and raised a palm to meet the destructive ripple.

After a thud, the Little Saint felt that his body was about to explode. Terror pooled in his eyes as blood began to seep out of his pores. In just a flash, he was covered in blood from top to bottom.

The explosion was too scary!

As the Netherworld Ship sped away at full speed, Realm Lord Di Tai sucked in a cold breath.

'What degree of power is this?! Bu Fang's Perishing Pot seemed to be stronger than before!'

”They dug their own graves... They had attacked the Perishing Pot with those violent energy beams, so the pot exploded with double the power... It's more than enough to blow a Little Saint to ashes,” said Bu Fang with a pale face.

After speaking, he poured some tea into his mouth. The mental force it took to trigger the violent energy in the Perishing Pot was too great.

The greater the power, the greater the cost.

Had it not been for the Nine Revolution Great Path Tea, Bu Fang's spirit sea would have collapsed.

Rumble!

Ripples rolled across the void and smashed at the Netherworld Ship, making it sway. However, under Nethery's control, the ship sped steadily away from the epicenter of the explosion.

In the distance, Yang Zheng was dumbstruck, and his subordinates were scared out of their wits.

With just one strike, the elite team of the Shadow Demon Clan led by a Little Saint was completely wiped out. The warship was destroyed, and the Little Saint fled, covered in blood...

The people from the Immortal Cooking Realm had escaped another ambush.

Looking at the mushroom cloud and the deadly blast that swept across the void, Yang Zheng felt cold all over. He knew that even he would be instantly killed by that mushroom cloud, and only a Three-revolution Little Saint could withstand its power.

”Hold on! Where are the people from the Immortal Cooking Realm?!” Yang Zheng recovered from the shock and cried out.

His subordinates looked puzzled.

The people from the Immortal Cooking Realm had disappeared.

”Find them! They can't use such a powerful attack again in such a short time. They have run out of tricks this time!” Yang Zheng bellowed.

A subordinate looked at him and said worriedly, ”My lord, you said the same just now...”

Yang Zheng gave the man a furious look, making the latter shut his mouth instantly.

Soon, men rode on Tiger Winged Dragons, flew out of the warship, and headed in the same direction as Bu Fang had gone. Before very long, they saw the black Netherworld Ship ahead of them.

”Found you!” Yang Zheng's eyes gleamed.

On the Netherworld Ship, Nethery furrowed her brows, walked to the stern, and looked into the distance. She saw countless Tiger Winged Dragons and realized right away that they had been found and caught up with by another group of Nether Prison experts.

Realm Lord Di Tai's face turned unsightly. Including this, they had been assaulted by three groups of experts. He thought the Nether Prison was too much. Why were they so determined to kill him? He was here just to attend the Qilin Chef Feast!

Bu Fang drank the Nine Revolution Great Path Tea to recover his mental force. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the Nether Prison experts, who rode on Tiger Winged Dragons and kept closing in.

On the back of the leading dragon, Yang Zheng's eyes shone brightly. He whistled, and a ferocious-looking goat's head emerged on his back. A terrible energy fluctuation was about to pour over toward the Netherworld Ship.

Bu Fang sighed softly. ”It seems I have no other choice but to use that... trick.”

That gave Nethery and the others a pause. Did Bu Fang still have another trump card?

In front of everyone's curious eyes, Bu Fang took out a silver Perishing Pot, then stood expressionlessly on the deck, faced Yang Zheng, and waved the pot.

”Do you think I can make this Dried Pot explode?”

His indifferent voice rang through the void.