253 The Mystic Trace Fog Appears (1/2)

Wang Baole gazed at the group with calm and cold eyes. He looked unfazed as if he had cast aside all worries and anxieties and was unconcerned about his life and death.

He cared not for the cultivators from the Five Generation Sky Clan before him. Even if he didn't use the Dharmic Armament, even if he was heavily wounded, it wouldn't be that difficult for him to wipe them out in a fight to the death. His only real concern was the earlier Foundation Establishment realm cultivator!

The man had clearly gotten ahead of himself and wasn't willing to put himself out again. That was why he had made use of the True Breath realm cultivators to wear him down and test his strength. The man must have been hidden nearby, watching them intently.

From the looks of it, they don't know that the Mystic Trace Fog will appear here…Wang Baole narrowed his eyes as he confirmed his understanding. It wasn't surprising. He knew that there were few foolhardy enough to be teleporting all over the place using the Mystic Trace Fog.

In this case, the best strategy is to use a delay tactic…Wang Baole made up his mind then. The backlash from the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament was too great. He had just barely suppressed its effects and wouldn't use it a second time unless it was his final resort.

Time crept by slowly. The span of thirty breaths passed, and the oppressive aura in the air grew stronger and tenser. The cultivators from the Five Generation Sky Clan started stirring into action.

Wang Baole stood, holding the Dharmic Armament saber in his hand, exuding an aura akin to that of a warrior god. The black tornado and the crocodile that swam in and out of sight within formed an awesome backdrop and added to his fearsome aura…

However, the standoff couldn't persist indefinitely. Gradually, the breathing of the dozen people around him eased. Murderous intent flashed across their eyes. The bolder few stepped towards Wang Baole, growling.

”Everyone, let's attack together. This Wang Baole is only one guy!”

As the words rang out, three people dashed forward and stepped into the circle. Murderous intent flashed in the others' eyes as well. They charged into the circle as well, whipping out their Numinous Treasures and spells. In an instant, an explosion of colors attacked Wang Baole in the circle.

As soon as the first three people stepped into the circle, violence flickered in Wang Baole's eyes. He leaped, swift like lightning, and approached instantly. He didn't attack with the saber. Instead, he formed a fist with his left hand and, disregarding the injuries caused by the earlier backlash, used his full force to punch!

The Supernova erupted instantaneously. It formed a whirlpool that ripped everything apart, colliding directly with the three Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators. Upon collision, the three people resisted and fought back without avail. Pools of blood spilled from their lips as their bodies flew backwards. With a flick of Wang Baole's storage bracelet, three flying swords dashed out and shot through their foreheads!

With a series of heavy thuds, the three corpses fell outside the circle. Everything happened within a blink of an eye. The others, who had been about to strike, froze in alarm at Wang Baole's sudden turn of his head and the air of violence rolling off him. They retreated out of the circle swiftly, afraid to encroach further.

”He who enters this circle, dies!” Wang Baole said coolly after suppressing the blood churning inside him discreetly and slowly swallowing the blood in his mouth without drawing attention from the rest. The heavy scent of blood in the air and the aura of violence emanating from his person gave his repeated words a greater, more awesome weight than his initial utterance.

Under the oppressive, terrifying aura, the cultivators surrounding him took a few more steps back. When they looked at Wang Baole, it was with fear. They had never met someone who was also at the perfected True Breath realm but possessed such terrifying and demented fighting abilities.

Someone had noticed the saber in Wang Baole's hand but had no time to think about it further.

Wang Baole narrowed his eyes at the group's collective retreat. It was then that, within the black tornado, where no eyes could see, the Mystic Trace Fog started to gather and form soundlessly. Wang Baole sensed that a teleportation was about to occur behind him. He seemingly took a casual step back, then another. His grip on the saber tightened.

In the forest, a short distance away, Zhou Fei stared unblinkingly at the battle before him. His brow slowly creased. The weakness of the True Breath realm cultivators displeased him greatly.

A bunch of trash! Still, why is Wang Baole trapping himself here?Suspicion colored Zhou Fei's eyes. His gut told him he couldn't drag it out any longer. He snorted. Lifting his right hand, he was about to cast a spell. It was then that he felt something amiss. He turned his head abruptly and saw, a short distance from him, a wisp of mist rapidly gathering.

He froze at the sight of the mist, and the expression on his face soon changed.