810 Fishing in Murky Waters! (1/2)

Red skies lay above him, and white land rested beneath his feet as Wang Baole dashed ahead, disguised as the dead Never-Ending Clan team leader. He ran brazenly, breaking the sound barrier repeatedly and leaving a series of thunderous booms in his wake. His speed increased as he shot across the sky and approached the camp.

He was fifteen minutes away from reaching the camp when another team of Never-Ending Clan warriors appeared before him. They stopped at the sight of Wang Baole. After looking him over and verifying his identity as a fellow warrior, they cupped their fists in greeting.

Wang Baole blinked. They were too close to the camp now. Even though his mission objective was to kill these Never-Ending Clan cultivators, it would be to his advantage to start the killing when he had slipped into the camp. He would be able to make use of his essence technique to conceal his true identity. If he attacked here and now, it might spark unnecessary investigations into the attack.

Wang Baole controlled his murderous urges. He glanced at the group coldly, then sped past them without slowing down.

This wasn't the only group of Never-Ending Clan cultivators that Wang Baole met on his way to the camp. He came across seven to eight teams in the next fifteen minutes. The first few teams had greeted him when they had seen him. The rest had mostly ignored him.

Wang Baole wasn't interested in attacking them, so he continued advancing based on the memories that he had acquired in his soul search. Finally, the camp appeared ahead of him!

The Never-Ending Clan camp looked quite unique. Above the land, nine enormous spheres floated in midair and gave off black light. From a distance, they looked like nine black holes sucking in the surrounding light.

According to those memories, there are nine separate dimensions in the nine spheres… Wang Baole narrowed his eyes as he watched Never-Ending Clan cultivators enter and leave the nine spheres. He focused his attention on the highest sphere. He could feel faint spirit energy coming from the sphere.

Wang Baole quickly retracted his gaze. With a single step, he rushed forward and headed for the fifth sphere. That was the branch that the dead team leader belonged to. As he stepped into the sphere, the power of an array formation stirred and swept across him as a check was performed on his identity token and his soul's aura. The power from the array formation receded after the check was done. Wang Baole had passed the check.

Basically, there are typically nine armies stationed at a Never-Ending Clan camp. Each army sphere hosts an army, each army is made up of more than a hundred smaller teams, and every team has its own hall that serves as a base for the team. Wang Baole narrowed his eyes as he took in the sight before him and assessed the situation silently. He had taken on the appearance of the dead team leader and was now part of the fifth army. The team leader was a top performer when compared to the other team leaders and seemed to be one of the ten strongest cultivators in the fifth army. That had been why some of the Never-Ending Clan cultivators had greeted him with respect on his way there.

In this case… let's start with the fifth army then! An icy glint flashed in Wang Baole's eyes. His appearance shifted drastically as he raced ahead. He had turned into a mosquito before anyone could notice his transformation and flown into a nearby hall.

He heard laughter ringing in the air as soon as he entered the hall. There were a dozen Never-Ending Clan members inside. They were standing around in a circle, laughing. In the circle were two native cultivators that had been maimed. Their eyes were red, and they were tearing into each other like mindless beasts in a ring.

The scene didn't stir any bit of compassion in Wang Baole. He wasn't that kind or sympathetic of a person. This wasn't the Federation. He didn't feel obliged to protect this world and its people. Regardless, the murderous tinge in his eyes did deepen a slight shade. He flew towards the group and darted into the ear of one of the Never-Ending Clan cultivators swiftly. He shot out of the other ear in the next moment, a wisp of blood mist trailing behind him as he headed for his next target.

He was too fast. Before the two fighting cultivators realized what had happened, the Never-Ending Clan members around them shuddered. Blood erupted from one ear of each of the Never-Ending Clan members, and their eyes had widened in shock and confusion. Afterward, their bodies had withered swiftly before the fighting cultivators' eyes. They then fell to the ground, sucked completely dry.

An invisible force swept over them as they fell, shattering their corpses and turning them to fine dust that scattered across the floor of the hall.

The two native cultivators stared dumbly at the sight, shock filling their eyes. Then, their vision turned dark, and they passed out.