757 The Borders of the Divine Sovereign Justice Sect! (1/2)

The Ink Dragon Legion's commander made the right guess. Wang Baole was indeed headed for Divine Sovereign Justice Sect territory. He knew that the relationship between the Violet Gold New Dao Sect and the Divine Sovereign Justice Sect ensured that the former wouldn't dare to venture into the latter's territory so easily.

They were rivals, after all. Their rivalry might not have reached the point of outright hostility, but trespassing into the other's territory would be construed as an open provocation, regardless of the reason.

As soon as the female cultivator realized what Wang Baole was up to, a vicious glint flickered in her eyes. She snorted, then lifted her right hand and formed a hand seal. Then, she suddenly bit the tip of her tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood!

The burst of fresh, crimson blood rippled and morphed into a blood-colored dragonfly!

Both the dragonfly's body and wings were blood red, and the creature exuded a murderous aura. It appeared to be the physical manifestation of someone's will. It dashed out as soon as it materialized, shooting through space like a piercing arrow. Its speed exceeded that of a False Immortal realm cultivator one step away from the true Spirit Immortal realm, and it swiftly matched that of a true Spirit Immortal realm cultivator.

Everything happened within the blink of an eye. The blood-colored dragonfly traveled at a shocking speed, thundering as it shot through space and headed straight for Wang Baole.

Wang Baole, who had teleported a distance away, suddenly turned pale with alarm. When he reappeared in the next moment, alarm bells were ringing in his head. He had no time to think at all, and he turned into mist immediately and scattered outward.

It was too late. Just as he turned into his mist-like state, the blood-colored dragonfly appeared behind him and stabbed him without hesitation.

Upon entry into his mist-like form, the dragonfly melted away into a pool of blood-colored liquid, infecting Wang Baole's mist-like form and turning the mist a similar blood-red color!

A deafening thunder erupted in space, and Wang Baole's mist-like form began to churn and boil rapidly. It gathered and formed into a humanoid shape in the distance, trembled, then spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood was the essence of his vitality. Wang Baole's face was pale, and on his chest was a wound in the shape of a dragonfly, one which wasn't healing at all!

Countless thin, blood-colored veins were spreading out from the dragonfly-shaped wound and across his body. They drained him of his vitality as they wriggled all over his skin, like a toxic tumor that was killing him in order to keep itself alive!

A curse? Wang Baole's face darkened, and he immediately summoned his Dark Fire to seal the curse as best as he could. That was the best he could do at the moment. After all, he didn't currently have the luxury to remove the curse completely. He knew that the wound served as both a curse and a device that could lock down his coordinates. Without wasting any time, he raised his right hand in a wave and pulled out numerous Dharmic Artifacts from his storage bracelet.

These Dharmic Armaments weren't from the Federation but components that he had crafted during his time in the Divine Eye civilization. They had been pieces that he had practiced refining while researching how to build his own battleship. Each one of them had their own specific use. Wang Baole had two particular habits he kept when he refined artifacts. The first was to create a contingency plan for each artifact, while the second was to equip each artifact with a unique self-destruct mechanism.

The force of such self-destructive explosions might not be that powerful if one only blew up a couple of artifacts at the same time, but if he were to activate the self-destruct inscription on thousands of artifacts and blow them up in one go, the resultant explosion would be overpowering.

Just as he was about to activate the self-destruct mechanisms, the skies behind him rippled as a tear in the cosmos appeared. The Ink Dragon Legion commander was ready to step out of the tear when the look on her face shifted to that of alarm. She had sensed the waves of self-destructive energy emanating from Wang Baole's Dharmic Artifacts. With a swift movement of her right hand and a flurry of hand seals, she attempted to counter the impending attack as she made a hasty retreat.

Thunderous explosions erupted and reverberated in the cosmos at the same instant. The force of thousands of Dharmic Artifacts exploding at the same time swept across the entire cosmic region, creating an ultra-strong tornado in its wake.

Wang Baole didn't escape from the growing tornado unscathed. He spat out another mouthful of blood—blood that was the essence of his vitality—before clenching his jaw tight. He didn't slow down and instead continued his escape, vanishing yet again with another teleportation.