756 A False Immortal Arrives! (1/2)
Wang Baole had experienced similar waves of spirit energy in the past and had full confidence in his judgment. The terrifying waves of spirit energy emanating from the palm and the rising sense of alarm he was feeling made him doubly sure of himself!
The aura emanating from the palm exuded a power that was at least at the False Immortal realm. It might not be the true Spirit Immortal realm, but it still exceeded the perfected Soul Conduit realm!
It was likely that the youth wasn't an ordinary young man. Giving someone one's Spirit Immortal realm protection was like leaving his or her avatar with the person. How powerful the avatar was varied according to the strength of the Divine Sense that had been imprinted on the person. It could be as powerful as an early-stage Soul Conduit realm cultivator to one at the perfected Soul Conduit realm. The palm that had materialized from within the youth's body was clearly more powerful than a cultivator at the perfected Soul Conduit realm. It was as if one was receiving a blow… from a true Spirit Immortal realm cultivator!
Even Spirit Immortal realm cultivators wouldn't be able to summon more than a few such protective avatars.
Wang Baole was hardly in the position to wonder about the identity of the cultivator whom the palm belonged to. It didn't matter whether he or she was truly at the Spirit Immortal realm or the False Immortal realm. His pupils contracted as a sudden sense of danger erupted in his mind. Wang Baole retreated immediately. With a wave of his hand, numerous Dharmic Armaments appeared before him. He flung them all before him, barely batting an eyelid as they blew up and helped him counter the attack.
The cosmos thundered with a series of explosions, the force of which transformed into shock waves that rushed at the red palm, but the power imbued in the palm was immense. The resultant force of self-destructing his Dharmic Armaments might have been strong, but it was negligible in the face of the immense power of the red palm. It appeared non-existent as the palm relentlessly charged through it and at Wang Baole!
Wang Baole might have been at the early-stage Soul Conduit realm and as powerful as a perfected Soul Conduit realm cultivator, but he was still no match for such an attack. If he were fighting with his true form, perhaps he might have fared better. After all, his true form's physical resilience could have helped him in this battle.
But he was currently in the body of his avatar. Even if the avatar had been created through the essence technique, it was still not as sturdy as his true form. Wang Baole watched as the palm approached. He was unable to avoid it, so he gritted his teeth and turned into mist again.
There was a crash of thunder as his mist-like form collided with the red palm. A muted smack echoed in the air and rippled outwards in the form of whipping wild winds, and a good half of Wang Baole's mist-like form disintegrated. Torn into shreds, he could no longer maintain this state. The remaining wisps of mist gathered together and materialized into a violently shaking Wang Baole. He could feel the damage inflicted on his essence technique, and he was barely able to keep his avatar together.
The danger hadn't yet passed, though. While the red palm appeared to be weakened slightly, the source of its power, the young man's body, continued to emit huge clouds of red mist, which gathered and transformed into a second palm!
Is this guy the Spirit Immortal realm cultivator's son or something? Wang Baole's pupils contracted. Then, in the next moment, he began to sense waves of spirit energy coming from the distance. It was emanating fury and charging madly in their direction. Wang Baole's face paled.
Don't tell me the true form is headed this way too! Wang Baole's breathing grew uneven. Without the true form's interference, he would still have time to slowly weaken the attacks coming from the two palms. However, with the arrival of the palm's true master, things had changed. He no longer had the luxury of time.
Damn it! Frustration boiled inside Wang Baole. He watched as the palms unleashed their attacks, one after the other, swift and overpowering, distorting space itself as they passed through the cosmos. Madness colored his eyes.
There's only one way left! Wang Baole clenched his jaw as he formed a series of hand seals. His finger pointed into the distance, where his battleship hovered, exposed in open space because there was no room left in his storage bag for it.
The only way to mount a retaliatory attack in a short period of time was to blow up an extremely powerful artifact. Compared to the times when he had blown up the Thearch Armor or other precious artifacts, he found himself less willing to do the same to his battleship. Regardless, it was the best choice in this situation. It might seem as if he was blowing up the battleship in an attempt to counter the attack from the Spirit Immortal realm palm, but in reality… his target was the Soul Conduit realm youth!
Wang Baole was gambling on the chance of the Spirit Immortal realm protective power rushing to the youth's aid!
”Explode!” Ignoring the pain of losing it, Wang Baole howled and blew up the battleship he had so painstakingly crafted over such a long period of time.
A destructive, blinding light engulfed Wang Baole's battleship instantly, and the ship and the materials on board exploded in the same instant. The resultant shock wave rushed at the approaching twin palms and crashed into them.
A deafening thunder reverberated across the cosmos. The Holy Crest Sect battleship didn't escape from the resultant shock waves of the collision, caving in instantly. Trapped within the sea of Dark Fire, the Ink Dragon Legion fleet were sitting ducks that had nowhere to run. They didn't escape unscathed either.