792 Soul Rift Legion, Wins! (2/2)
While the three of them were heavily injured, Wang Baole's silhouette flew past them without decelerating. He didn't even take another look at them. In reality, Wang Baole had already gone easy on them. He already saw them as his personal possessions. Hence, he didn't let the reflection force reach its maximum. If not, in the previous moment, the three of them wouldn't just be injured. Instead, they would definitely be dead!
After all, the moment a lesser sect challenged a greater sect and lost, they would immediately become subordinate to the greater sect. That was part of the rules of the Divine Sovereign Justice Sect, and no one dared to go against them. Even the Green Kraken Legion… had no way of preventing that!
Not caring about the three perfected stage Soul Conduits and not bothering himself with the ten or so Soul Conduit auras formed by array formations surrounding him, Wang Baole's silhouette headed straight for… the two False Immortals outside the rift! As he did so, everyone was in shock and disbelief, including the two False Immortals!
”You dare attack my Soul Rift Planet with just two False Immortals? Do you… have the right to do so!” Wang Baole was traveling too quickly. So as his words were still echoing around, his silhouette had already neared the two False Immortals. He immediately threw a punch towards them!
As the expressions of the two False Immortals changed, a vicious glint flashed between the eyes of the skinny cultivator. He also unleashed his full strength as his attacked. Obviously, he didn't believe that his opponent's Divine Justice Shield could still be used under the seal. To him, the scene he saw previously must have been caused by other reasons. No matter what the reason was, so long as it wasn't the Divine Justice Shield, it wasn't difficult for him to suppress a late-stage Soul Conduit with his False Immortal cultivation!
As for the fat cultivator beside him, his eyes flashed as he retreated immediately, about to leave the battlefield via the rift behind him. Wang Baole watched as this scene unfolded. He ignored the retreating fat cultivator, instead, colliding with the skinny cultivator after controlling his Divine Justice Shield.
The rumble caused by the collision was heaven-shaking and earth-rumbling, and it spread through the entire battlefield. The shrillness of the somber and skinny False Immortal exceeded the rumble. As it spread through the surroundings, his limbs all exploded, and he was sent flying as his blood spurted everywhere. Wang Baole caught up to him and grabbed his head, throwing him towards the Soul Rift Planet afterward.
Come to daddy!
This scene immediately shocked the three heavily injured perfected stage Soul Conduits. The other surrounding cultivators were also extremely stunned. When they saw Wang Baole, it was as though they had seen a ghost.
Only the fat cultivator dodged a bullet by retreating in time. But his face had already turned white, and fear appeared in his eyes. At that moment, he headed straight towards the rift, on the verge of leaving. But Wang Baole wasn't about to let him leave. As he was about to give chase with a flick of his body, a Spirit Immortal force suddenly exploded forth from within the rift. A giant arm transmogrified and passed through the fat cultivator's body, grabbing towards Wang Baole!
Feeling the Spirit Immortal waves from the giant hand, Wang Baole's eyes flashed, and he suppressed the urge to fight it. Retreating, he raised his head to look towards the cosmos and roared.
”Green Kraken Legion, are you afraid of losing? You send a Spirit Immortal just because you want to gain control of my small army? If so, why bother giving me the right to form an army? How would you gain the support of my fellow Daoists in the sect? How will others be motivated to work hard in the future? Patriarch, I admit that I held back a trick or two concerning the Divine Justice Shield in self-defense, but this is what every artifact refiner would do. However, I, Long Nanzi, don't accept the Green Kraken Legion's actions!”
As Wang Baole's words were spoken, the transmogrified hand stopped for a while. The moment it stopped, an ancient voice echoed in the surroundings.
”The Soul Rift Legion, wins!”
When that was heard, the arm trembled slightly and stopped grabbing towards Wang Baole. Instead, it grabbed the fat cultivator who escaped death and disappeared via the rift in the cosmos.
As it disappeared, the battle ended. As for the three perfected stage Soul Conduits of the Earth Cloud Legion, their bodies trembled as they could no longer hide the despair in their eyes. They understood the consequences of losing the battle. The surrounding Earth Cloud Sect cultivators and the False Immortal that had been thrown by Wang Baole onto the Soul Rift Planet and barely survived, all spit out another mouthful of blood.
Only Wang Baole looked back at the green battleships and the large number of cultivators surrounding him with his eyes shining. He mumbled, ”I'm going to be rich!”