Chapter 1533. Nether Beast Awakens! (1/2)

It was an extremely old face filled with wrinkles. It was as if his body had been alive for far too long. Those wrinkles were like gullies, and they gave off an ancient aura.

There was a mark between his eyebrows. This mark looked like a scar, as if someone had branded him countless years ago. As for the shape of this mark, no one could see it clearly.

Although this person was old, there was not a single hair on his face. It was as if hair would never grow on his face, or should never appear on his face.

Sovereign, Little Palmprint Servant Boy!

His face was pale as he stared at Old Ghost Zhan. His eyes were filled with endless hatred, but he didn’t dare to open his mouth. He grabbed his head disciple and quickly escaped!

The vague figure closed in on the bow floating there. He raised his right hand and reached toward the bow. Just as he was about to grab it, the blurry figure exclaimed lightly.

His expression seemed to change, but he didn’t withdraw his right hand but reached out even faster!

The string of the bow was pulled straight, but at the end, a seven-colored light flashed. As the seven-colored light flashed, the string of the bow snapped!

“There are indeed seven colors!!” The blurry figure’s eyes shined brightly.

There was a buzz and a miserable roar came from the broken string. The seven-colored light flew out along with the arc formed by the broken string!

The bow string was originally not long, but at this moment, it extended indefinitely. Everything within the arc was separated from normal space!

The eyes of the blurry old man let out a cold snort as he grabbed the bow and threw it back into the Inner Realm. At the same time, he quickly retreated, but he was cut off by the bow string. Normally, he wouldn’t care, but the bow string gave off a seven-colored light. He raised his right hand and wrote the word “battle” seven times in a row!

The moment the seven words appeared, they were broken by the bow string. When the seven words shattered, the old man’s expression became solemn. He spat out a mouthful of white energy and formed a white word “battle”!

The bow string closed in and collided with the white word, causing it to pause for a moment. During this pause, the blurry figure retreated back into the Realm Sealing Formation.

“Seven-Colored Daoist, you really did attack. This was your third and last chance! Million Cultivation Spirit Print… Since you have taken the initiative to break the seal, this old man will wait!”

The moment he entered the Realm Sealing Formation, the white word dissipated and the bow string lashed out on the Realm Sealing Formation.

The formation trembled. Before the formation spirits could appear, a large crack appeared within the formation and the bow string entered the Inner Realm.

The ones closest to the Realm Sealing Formation were not the Summoned River or Allheaven cultivators but the tens of thousands of Outer Realm invaders that were trapped by Wang Lin’s Ancient Leaves.

At this moment, the bow string lashed out into the area sealed by the Ancient Leaves. There were no miserable screams, as it happened too fast. Only after the bow string had swept past did the tens of thousands of Outer Realm cultivators collapse. The bow string was not something they could withstand, and they were cut in half!

The blurry Old Ghost Zhan revealed a sneer and disappeared without a trace when the bow string closed in.

He had appeared suddenly and left just as suddenly. It was as if he had only come to confirm something and bring the bow into the Inner Realm at the same time. From when he arrived to the moment he left, he never even looked at the bow.

There was no need to mention the cultivators here. Including Wang Lin, all of them were irrelevant, like ants.

“If this bow recognizes an owner, it is a treasure. If not, it will take life force to use and it will be extremely weak! If any one of you likes it, you can take it to play!” His voice echoed and slowly dissipated.

All of this happened in an instant. The bow string snapped, the Realm Sealing Formation collapsed, and countless people died. The bow string seemed to have released all its power, and the broken string followed where the bow was thrown by Old Ghost Zhan into the Inner Realm. It just happened to go toward Wang Lin!

Was this a coincidence or not?

To take or not to take?

These two decisions suddenly appeared in Wang Lin’s mind as he watched the bow closing in. The bow string had lost some power, but it was still flailing around, causing the space around it to collapse.

“This bow, I’ll take it!” Wang Lin revealed a deceive gaze. He was very close to the bow, and at this moment, he stepped forward and reached for it!