635 Parting the Clouds! (2/2)

”Yameng, you are well-versed in teleportation array formations. Help me perform a calculation. Let's assume that the number of Federation cultivators that we are sending back is a prime number. When taking into account the capabilities of each Federation cultivator as an individual and as a whole, as well as the Dao Palace cultivators' determination to stop us, how many teleportations and how many groups of cultivators should we split them up into in order to send back as many cultivators as possible? Is there any way to send back more cultivators? In addition, what is this prime number that you have assumed?”

Wang Baole's sudden question stumped Zhao Yameng. Nervousness flashed across her eyes as she retorted hastily.

”This is no time to joke around. Baole, what are you doing? Quick, enter the teleportation array formation!”

”Yameng, please help perform the calculations?” Wang Baole stared at Zhao Yameng and implored softly.

”Baole, the most important thing now is to leave…” Kong Dao said hurriedly as well. Before he was done speaking, Wang Baole sighed. He had seen the flash of fear in Zhao Yameng's eyes and had his answer. He raised his right hand, and Zhao Yameng shook instantly as a bloody cut appeared on her neck. Blood spurted out. She stared at Wang Baole, confused, then collapsed to the ground.

Kong Dao was stunned at the scene that had just unfolded before him. His breathing quickened as he staggered backwards. There was confusion and disbelief in his eyes as he stared dumbly at Wang Baole. It was as if he was looking at a complete stranger.

”Kong Dao, I'll just call you Kong Dao now. Can you do me a favor? Ambush that person,” Wang Baole said, then casually pointed at a Dao Palace Core Formation realm cultivator engaged in battle in the distance.

”I…” Kong Dao stumbled backwards. His breathing grew uneven. He might not realize it, but his eyes were wild and frantic. Wang Baole sighed with relief.

Fortunately, everything isn't real. He sighed, then waved his right hand. His blade flashed, leaving a gaping hole in Kong Dao's chest. Kong Dao's dead body fell to the ground as Wang Baole muttered to himself again.

”Still not dispelled? The source of the bewitchment… isn't on Feng Qiuran or anyone close to me. Where… could it possibly be?” Wang Baole stood next to the teleportation array formation. An indescribable frustration and sense of danger ate at him. He knew that if he didn't dispel the bewitchment soon, he might not… have a chance to do so.

His eyes swept across the battling masses. He saw Zhuo Yifan, Li Yi, and Jin Duoming. Finally, his eyes landed on the top of the mountain… on the Hyacinthus Tree!

Wang Baole shook violently as soon as his eyes landed on the tree. He could smell the strange floral scent again. His gut was telling him, in fact, there was a voice shouting inside him and trying to tell him that the source of it all… was that tree!

He didn't hesitate. Wang Baole dashed towards the Hyacinthus Tree. Everyone around him—Sect Lord Xu, Zhuo Yifan, the Federation cultivators, and the Dao Palace disciples—all turned towards him simultaneously and stared unblinkingly at him. They rushed out and tried to stop him!

But it was too late!

Wang Baole unleashed his Flame Snatch Thearch Armor. His cultivation surged inside him as a Divine Armament's aura emanated from his arm—stronger than it had ever been. It rose to the skies. Hovering in mid-air, Wang Baole's body seemed to have melded perfectly with the Divine Armament. They were like a shooting star, dashing across the heavens and slashing at the Hyacinthus Tree.

The blow landed, and a pained shriek rang out. The Hyacinthus Tree shook violently and toppled. The skies thundered, and the world was transformed. The cultivators from the Federation and the Dao Palace turned into mere shades, then faded away as if wiped out of existence. The Sea of Fire around the Dao Palace roared and caved in. It was as if a veil had been lifted by a strong wind following the cave-in, exposing the countless corpses lying all around him!

In the distance, blood pooled together and formed a vast river that flowed into the horizon, with no end in sight. Former islands, upon the lifting of the veil, revealed their true form!

They were mountains formed from countless piles of corpses!

The piles of corpses stretched into the distance. Countless huge, red flowers could be seen on those corpses, some in blossom, others not. A familiar floral scent enveloped the entire world.

The skies had transformed as well. They were no longer the skies of the Dao Palace. An enormous sun hung in the heavens. Upon a closer look, one could see that this sun was actually the corpse of a gigantic beast. The light it gave off was a false warmth that transformed into a dim glow of death as soon as it landed on anything.

This wasn't the Vast Expanse Dao Palace!

This was the battleship of the Never-Ending Clan!