251 Battling a Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivator! (2/2)

As soon as the saber appeared, the skies transformed. A startling energy force erupted in the heavens, forming a black tornado that surged and howled around Wang Baole and grew outwards in all directions. The silhouette of a giant crocodile appeared inside the tornado, and it let loose a thunderous roar. Wang Baole, with a fearsome expression on his face and battle lust in his eyes, gripped the saber with both hands and leaped out from the black tornado in a single bound. He raised the saber and sent it sweeping towards Zhou Fei!

As the saber descended, the crocodile in the tornado lashed out its tail. Its enormous tail seemed to merge with Wang Baole's body, augmenting his power as he approached swiftly!

”You!” Zhou Fei's eyes widened. His thoughts were swept away by tumultuous waves, and he was overwhelmed by incredulity and shock. Everything happened too fast. The appearance of the Dharmic Armament was beyond Zhou Fei's expectations. He would never have thought in his wildest dreams that Wang Baole would actually possess a Dharmic Armament!

Furthermore, Wang Baole had initially thrown at him multitudes of Numinous Treasures as a visual distraction. The sudden and unexpected attack was like an earth-shattering lightning bolt that tripped Zhou Fei up. At that critical moment, as his mind was swarmed by buzzing confusion, he let loose a sudden roar. His features contorted, and he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of his lifeblood.

Three forms of his past lives appeared behind him. They merged with his blood and transformed the latter into a bloody palm that raced towards the Dharmic Armament. As the palm smacked at the Dharmic Armament, Zhou Fei pulled out a purple shield. It exuded an immense aura. It might not rival a Dharmic Armament, but it seemed to be at least a sixth-grade Numinous Treasure.

Zhou Fei prepared to defend against the incoming strike with everything he had!

As Zhou Fei fought with everything he had, Wang Baole burst out from the black tornado with the saber in his hands. An immense, awesome force erupted from inside his body and rose to the skies!

The awe and terror-inspiring force seemed to come from within Wang Baole, from the world, and even, to a certain extent, from the entire galaxy and the universe!

Enlightened… The mere utterance of those words inside his heart sent the immense force roaring into the skies, forming an immense, indescribable oppressive energy that seemed to originate from the distant, faraway stars. It was as if an ancient consciousness was on the verge of awakening.

The rise of the energy force came too suddenly and too quickly. Zhou Fei, his Spirit Qi erupting and at full force, suddenly lost all capacity for thought. The expression on his face transformed even before terror could threaten to take over his mind. The cultivation resting inside his body shuddered and quaked without stop. An instinctive feeling of utter helplessness and impotence rose from his gut. He was caught by the sudden urge to run.

As his mind was shaken, his spell showed signs of dissipating. His control of the small purple shield before him, due to the mental blast, also suffered and showed signs of destabilizing.

Everything happened within the span of a moment. As Zhou Fei's mental strength wavered and his control over his spell and Numinous Treasure slipped, Wang Baole charged forward and swung his saber at the bloody palm print!

A deafening thunder resounded in the air. The bloody palm print collided with the Dharmic Armament, their clash ringing loudly in the sky. The bloody hand was sliced into two, disintegrating instantly. Wang Baole spat out a mouthful of blood, but the expression on his face remained fierce and vicious. There was a tinge of madness in his eyes as he gripped the saber tightly and swung at the purple shield.

Another loud clash pierced through the air and rose into the skies. The force of the collision swept towards, sweeping the small purple shield away instantly and smacking Zhou Fei in the chest. A mouthful of blood spilled out of his mouth as Wang Baole's Dharmic Armament appeared before him and swept past in a single slice!

A thin line of blood appeared on Zhou Fei's forehead. The saber hadn't pierced his head… he let out a sudden cry of pain, and his body flew backwards rapidly as he retreated a hundred yards into the distance.

Staring at the retreating Zhou Fei, Wang Baole sighed with regret. The backlash from his attack had been too much. He had expended all his energy, and blood seeped from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. His head buzzed without stopping as a sudden weakness overtook his entire body.

An icy glimmer flashed across his eyes.

This hasn't ended yet…

In an instant, from around him, the ten mosquitoes, which had hidden and been lying in wait, dashed out and flew straight towards Zhou Fei!