819 Save Me One More Time, Father-In-Law! (1/2)

Wang Baole's primary avatar narrowed his eyes as he blended in effortlessly with the Never-Ending Clan cultivators around him. While the latter were spreading out and chasing after another one of his avatars, he was retreating discreetly, waiting for the right moment to take on another disguise and make his escape.

He knew that even though the late-stage Spirit Immortal realm elder was currently wounded and poisoned, the injuries that he had sustained were still minor. He hadn't been weakened to an extent where Wang Baole could confidently beat him in a fight.

Even if Wang Baole were to make use of the curse that the Flame Patriarch had given him, he still foresaw a tough battle ahead of him. Wang Baole assessed his odds, then eyed the look of fury on his enemy's face. The elder looked ready to eat him alive. He eventually decided to not take the risk, even though he hadn't yet killed as much as the Demonic Eye Art required of him. Besides, he still had to think of the entire army camp's worth of resources that he had on him. He decided to leave with what he had already gotten. That was the safest way out.

”I'll spare your life this time!” Wang Baole said. He didn't think that he was running away from a fight. Not really. He was about to make his escape when the late-stage Spirit Immortal realm elder's Divine Sense came sweeping across the area from a distance. It enveloped the entire area and formed an overwhelming force that momentarily froze Wang Baole in place.

In the distance, the late-stage Spirit Immortal realm cultivator had just sent his palm smashing into the ground, crushing Wang Baole's fifth avatar. The elder then snapped his head back as he hovered in mid-air. His eyes glimmered with murder as he surveyed the army of Never-Ending Clan cultivators before him.

His army of Never-Ending Clan warriors shuddered as they caught the madness glowing in his eyes. They could tell that their commander was treading a thin line now, straddling the line between sanity and complete madness. Their breathing stuttered at the murderous glint in his eyes, and they could feel death breathing down their necks.

Their instincts were right. The Spirit Immortal realm elder could no longer differentiate between friend and foe. He couldn't tell which was a true Never-Ending Clan cultivator and which was the cursed pig-head disguised as one. He didn't know how many avatars the pig-head had planted in his army.

But his instincts were telling him that his enemy… was right there, hidden amongst his people!

And the best way to find him was to kill everyone. That was the surest way to find his enemy. But doing that… was just pure madness. He might be blind with fury and teetering on the edge of insanity, but this was something that he wasn't yet prepared to do.

Unless… he destroyed everything. If he were to destroy the entire camp and everything within miles of the camp, he would surely be able to get his hands on the pig-head!

The thought festered inside the elder's mind. The glint of violence in his eyes hardened as the murderous aura around him intensified. The Never-Ending Clan cultivators around him began to tremble. They could tell that something horrible was going to happen. Rage and helplessness washed over them. Wang Baole stood amongst them, his heart racing rapidly.

This is impossible. Has this old man lost his mind? He's not going to destroy his entire army just to kill me, is he… I haven't done anything so bad as to warrant that, have I… Wang Baole was no longer so confident of himself. The fear in his eyes was genuine now. The gears in his head spun furiously as he considered his options and how he was going to get out of this alive.

Amidst Wang Baole's panicking, as the other Never-Ending Clan cultivators trembled in fear, the Spirit Immortal realm elder suddenly let loose a mindless, crazed howl and stretched his right hand into the sky.

Oh no! Horror flashed across Wang Baole's face while shock filled the looks of the Never-Ending Clan cultivators around him. They retreated instinctively, and many of them started wailing.

”Commander, please, calm down!”

”Commander, we just have to wait another two hours. The Descenders will leave then. Please… don't act rashly!”

Their words fell on deaf ears. The elder's eyes were red with madness, and his face was contorted with fury. The look on his face said that he had gone over the edge and that he was going all out to kill the enemy. His upraised hand swooped through the air, and a handprint smashed into the ground.

The attack didn't land on the army of Never-Ending Clan cultivators. Instead, it had landed right smack in the middle of their camp. The blow sent cracks splintering across the ground, and winds whipped in the air and swept across the land, sending Never-Ending Clan cultivators stumbling back. The earth groaned and creaked as the ground caved in. Then, from the crack of the earth emerged… all of a sudden, a coffin!

The coffin appeared to be black at first glance. However, a closer look would reveal that it wasn't black at all but the color of dried blood, a dark purple that stained the entire coffin. Cracks started appearing on the coffin, and they swiftly increased in number until the coffin finally broke apart moments later!

A terrifying roar thundered in the air as a skinless corpse climbed out of the coffin!

”The Heavenly Dao Blessings!”