694 Nowhere to Run! (2/2)

That was why… they appeared to approach steadily, but in reality, no one wanted to be the first to die on the battlefield. What they planned to do was to hold Wang Baole back and keep him under control. It seemed like a relatively safe method that would earn them battle credits. It was, indeed, a good strategy. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to work on Wang Baole.

Wang Baole was beset with anxiety. A sense of danger crept steadily inward, eating at his soul. The murderous look in his eyes intensified. His gut was screaming at him. If he were to be slowed down here and now, he was going to die. His fate would be sealed!

Maybe the only way out isn't to escape, but to… kill them all! Wang Baole was a decisive character. Once the thought entered his head, he immediately narrowed his eyes and shifted his feet. In the face of the approaching battleships, their brightly flaring array formations, and armies of flying cultivators, Wang Baole didn't run away. Instead, he picked up his pace and charged towards them!

Thearch Armor!

Wang Baole roared inwardly. The armor on his body shifted. Numerous red meridians burst out and danced around his body, transforming Wang Baole into a fearsome-looking beast!

He ignored the beams of light emitted by the battleships' array formations, allowing them to race towards him and land around him. They stirred violent ripples of spirit energy around him, but the shock waves were all stopped by his red meridians. The beams of light cut down his meridians but couldn't touch him, and where the meridians were destroyed, more meridians emerged to take their place!

Wang Baole looked like a war chariot—invincible, infallible, and powerful beyond measure!

Demonic eye!

Red meridians continued to be blasted into bits, to turn to dust, to reform and resurrect. Behind Wang Baole, the black demonic eye fluttered but didn't open. The mind behind the eyelid seemed to shiver with excitement. It sent thoughts of murder and carnage into Wang Baole's mind. Its urge to kill was so powerful that it seemed to distort the fabric of space around the black eye.

Feng Qiuran trembled. Wang Baole seemed like a complete stranger at that moment. More terrified were the Dao Palace and Never-Ending Clan cultivators, who had flown out from the battleships and been intent on stopping her and Wang Baole from escaping.

\”What is that?\”

\”He's Wang Baole? That's impossible!\”

\”There's something not right with him!\” Shocked and alarmed, the Dao Palace cultivators attempted to retreat but were a step too late. As Wang Baole rushed at them, the demonic eye behind him opened without warning!

A pitch-black eye and its pitch-black pupil. It gave one a bizarre feeling. It was as if… they were staring into an actual eye!

One that exuded malice, madness, and a lust for blood. One whose gaze seemed almost tangible, that caught and rendered all living things immobile!

A shiver rippled through the starlit space. The cultivators stood dazed as Wang Baole charged into their midst!

Concealed underneath the Thearch Armor, Wang Baole's lips dripped with blood. He had overreached and tried to cast his control over too many cultivators. It had resulted in a backlash from the demonic eye.

Let the backlash come. I need more demonic eyes to counter the approaching threat! Murder flashed across Wang Baole's eyes as he attacked!