740 A Bountiful Harvest! (1/2)
The voice that Wang Baole took on sounded slightly raspy and was filled with untamed violence. He was trying to mimic the voice of the giant tree. His voice filled the battleship, and the sound of thunder exploded in the heads of every cultivator on board. They appeared deafened, alarm flashing across their faces.
The Core Formation realm cultivators were unable to withstand his voice. Blood flowed from every orifice on their faces, their minds were overwhelmed, and their cultivation was suppressed. The slightly more powerful Nascent Soul realm cultivators didn't escape unscathed. Their minds buzzed as they spat out huge mouthfuls of blood. They swayed and would have fallen if they hadn't grabbed for the wall next to him.
Only the elder, who had the highest level of cultivation amongst them all, managed to withstand Wang Baole's voice. Even so, blood still seeped from his lips. His face turned pale, and terror flickered in his eyes.
Everything happened before Wang Baole even showed himself. He was still in his immaterial, illusory form and had pounced upon everyone like the devil, leading to their near mental breakdown with only his voice. The series of events had happened in an instant!
In the next moment, before anyone could react, black Qi began to seep in from the walls and floors of the battleship. The entire battleship was filled with black smoke, which was permeated with a terrifying power. It had a corrosive quality that ate into everything it managed to touch.
Within the blink of an eye, the black Qi entered the battleship and headed for the cultivators on board. The cultivators appeared powerless against the smoke. It entered their bodies, curled around their storage bags and their Dharmic treasures, and left immediately.
Some Dharmic treasures were pendants hung around necks, while others were unique treasures kept within the cultivators' bodies, which were continuously nourished. None escaped. They were all snatched away by the black Qi. The black Qi carried the piles of storage bags and Dharmic treasures and gathered in the air before everyone, transforming into an indistinct silhouette!
The silhouette had an indistinct face, with indistinct facial features, and was surrounded by tufts of smoke that kept expanding and then shrinking. It was a terrifying sight to behold. Two spheres of crimson light lit up the entity's face. They turned towards the cultivators who had just been robbed of their belongings.
Those illusory eyes almost seemed to take on a physical form when they turned themselves onto the cultivators. Everyone's minds began to buzz loudly, in alarm, under the stare.
Cold winds began to stir, and a terrible frosty cold invaded the battleship. It chilled one's physical form while inflaming one's soul. The cultivators felt as if their souls were on fire. The two vastly different sensations assailed every cultivator on board. They were strange and terrifying sensations. The cultivators at the Core Formation realm couldn't take it anymore and passed out instantly.
A few of the Nascent Soul realm cultivators were struggling as well. They had to unleash and activate their cultivation to the fullest in order to resist the pain being inflicted on their spirits and their bodies. The elder spat out another huge mouthful of blood as he grabbed onto the chair next to him. Then, with a voice laced with terror, he struggled to speak.
”We are disciples of the Thousand Spirit Sect. Our Grand Supreme Elder is Gongsun Hou. Esteemed elder…”
”Silence!” The entity formed from black smoke snorted before the elder could finish speaking. The sound was like a bolt of lightning assaulting everyone's minds. The Nascent Soul realm elder could no longer take it and spat out another few mouthfuls of blood. The mysterious entity raised its right hand and swept it across the air.
A strong force suddenly appeared, and a vortex materialized inside the battleship. It led to the outside. The vortex began to draw everything towards it with an overpowering force, yanking at everyone on board with the intention to swallow them whole.
The cultivators reappeared outside the battleship, in the planet's atmosphere. Fierce winds whipped at them, and thunder roared next to their ears. They trembled feebly, terrified but relieved at their still being alive. They watched as their battleship unleashed a sudden burst of speed and raced off into the distance!
The entire robbery had taken place in a flash. The victims of the crime were currently shivering in the icy winds, most of them looking lost. They couldn't seem to believe what had just happened to them. They were supposed to be galactic pirates. They had just returned from a bountiful hunt. But just as they had entered their home planet, they had been pirated by someone else in turn!
The elder who had been in charge of leading the team stood immobile for a dozen seconds before letting loose a pained howl. His eyes had turned red. He ignored his fellow sect members, unleashed his full speed, and raced downwards, heading for land!
As he charged out, he lifted his right hand and smacked his chest violently where no one could see him do it. His actions exacerbated his injuries. He looked a mess with blood continuing to spill from his lips as he raced across the planet's atmosphere. He was heading for the location where they were supposed to meet the sect.
He emerged from the atmosphere and arrived at the designated location. A dozen cultivators from his sect who had arrived to receive his team came into view. He immediately let out a pained scream.