1047 Enchanted Fairy (1/2)

The white fog spread out slowly. Everything it passed froze into white frost, including the air.

The devastating and terrifying shriek coming from the middle-aged sword cultivator drowned in the white fog only lasted less than the span of three breaths. It stopped entirely and the air turned dead silent.

The four demigods who were lagging behind had their guards up when the white fog drowned the middle-aged sword cultivator. Their hearts sank when they heard his devastating shriek that came later on.

The four stopped charging forward and attempted to step back.

However, it was too late for the ponytailed saber cultivator. He charged even faster than before, trying to attack before the middle-aged sword cultivator could since he had been one step behind earlier.

Although he rushed with all of his might to prove himself before the master of the clan, he was still slower than the middle-aged sword cultivator.

In the next second, the middle-aged sword cultivator drowned in the white fog, and he went into the white fog too.

Before the middle-aged sword cultivator's devastating shriek was cut off entirely, the man with the ponytail shrieked even more devastatingly.

Among the remaining three demigods, the female spear cultivator in silver armor looked gravely pale. She would have been covered in the white fog if she inched two meters forward, so she was fortunate to be stopping in time.

However, before she managed to step back, the white fog spread toward her.

Her pupils shrunk all of a sudden while she lifted her spear up without hesitation. She activated her Divine Power and shot out at the white fog, trying to scatter it.

The white fog retreated a little when the silver glow rushed out of the tip of the spear. However, the silver glow was soon engulfed. The silky white fog was flowing toward the spear from the tip.

White frost spread from the tip of the spear at a terrifying speed that could be seen with the naked eye. It reached to the silver-armored lady's arm in a flash.

At that very moment, the silver-armored lady felt a death threat. Determination flashed through her eyes as she turned her left hand into a saber and severed her right arm that was holding the spear. She channeled energy into both of her feet and stepped back quickly without thinking twice.

The white fog was coming after her like maggots eating a dead body.

She looked despair as she watched the white fog that was touching her ankle.

At that moment, the old man with the long staff swung it like a whip. The whip filled with Divine Power aimed at the white fog.

The speed of the white fog that had accelerated halted. The other old man picked the silver-armored lady up by her remaining left hand with his big, calloused hand. He then tossed him to the other side of the white fog.

The silver-armored lady was finally saved during the most critical time. She looked at the two old men who helped her with immense gratitude.

The white fog stopped expanding. It seemed to know it would not be able to chase her. Instead, it retreated slowly back into the body of the lady in the white dress.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged sword cultivator and saber cultivator with the ponytail, who drowned in the white fog, had turned into two crystal-clear ice sculptures. They were dead.

The remaining three demigods had fear written all over their faces as they looked at the lady in the white dress.

She looked very beautiful but her abilities were gravely terrifying.

The blow alone killed two out of the five perfect-stage demigod-level powerhouses while one was severely injured. The combat power of the team dropped by half.