822 Battling a Spirit Immortal Realm Cultivator! (1/2)

Horror filled the elder's eyes as the blood-red flower printed itself over his face. He couldn't stop his screams of terror and pain from piercing the air. Red mist started to rise from the imprint on his face, then more red mist began to stream out from his right hand.

It was a bizarre sight to behold. The two streams of mist flowed towards each other and formed a hideous-looking red dragon. It wasn't huge, was three-legged, and had one horn. Its form and the scales on its body were clearly defined. The blood-red dragon opened its jaws and transformed into a red sword that went swinging straight at the Never-Ending Clan elder's forehead.

It didn't matter what kind of barriers or protection the elder had in place, it circumvented them all. Every defense that the elder had fell apart with the red dragon around. The curse weakened his cultivation, which allowed it to unleash its full power without obstruction!

As the sword came slashing at the elder, his right hand, which had been previously injured during his battle with Wang Baole, started to rot. The pain in his screams intensified as the rotting persisted. At the same time, his cultivation began to show signs of instability, and his spirit energy wavered. As the red sword slashed right through him, his cultivation… plunged from the late-stage Spirit Immortal realm to the mid-stage Spirit Immortal realm!

It felt as if his cultivation had been forcibly and violently robbed from him. As it happened, the heavens and earth themselves seemed to be affected. But if one were to look more closely, they would realize that the curse wasn't as powerful as it appeared.

While the curse was indeed strong, the reason for its seeming prowess was the elder's weakened right hand. It had been destroyed once. Even though he had regenerated the hand again, he didn't have the luxury of time to heal it completely and had done so hastily. Even though it appeared fully healed, it was still suffering from its earlier injury.

Such an injury should have been insignificant, but the curse magnified the extent of the injury and fed on it. The result was the burst of power that allowed the spell to weaken the elder and drop his level of cultivation to the previous cultivation realm!

That wasn't the end of the spell. The blood-red flower on the elder's face exploded again amidst his screams of pain, spurting out thick clouds of red mist. Thicker clouds of mist began to stream out from other parts of the elder's body. They fused together with the mist that had been released from the mask and transformed into a second blood dragon!

The second blood dragon looked more hideous than the first. It morphed into a second sword as it roared and sent its blade descending on the elder's head!

The black mist came from the poison that Wang Baole had lined his black daggers and attacked the elder repeatedly with. The elder had suppressed the poison and stopped it from spreading, but he hadn't had the time to force it out of his body. The curse fed on the poison in his body now, erupting once again and sending his cultivation… plunging once more!

He went from the mid-stage Spirit Immortal realm to the early-stage Spirit Immortal realm, and an unprecedented wave of weakness washed over him. The feeling of his body being robbed of its strength and vitality made the elder shudder, while fear and horror filled his eyes.

An intense, unprecedented threat of death loomed over his head, and his trembling body retreated hurriedly. He no longer cared for anything except his escape, no longer having the will to fight.

But this was a battleground that Wang Baole had painstakingly set up. He had released the curse in the mask, the curse which could only be used once in the entire mission. He had brought out the biggest guns in his arsenal. How could he let his enemy escape so easily? He might have done that if his opponent were a late-stage Spirit Immortal realm cultivator. But he was now at the early-stage Spirit Immortal realm… He could win this fight!

In fact, he had to fight, and he had to win. He had to use everything that he had to kill his enemy. This was his only chance to do so. He knew very well that while the curse couldn't be reversed while it was in effect, it didn't mean that the outcome of the fight was set in stone. The curse only lasted for fifteen minutes.

Wang Baole wasn't confident that the curse could suppress the elder's extremely powerful cultivation for the full fifteen minutes. What he knew for sure was… that once his opponent recovered from the curse, he was going to be faced with a tough and deadly fight. He was going to be forced into a passive position. In fact, he might not be able to outrun his enemy and survive until the time for teleportation came.

That's why… I have to kill this old man! Wang Baole's eyes turned red as an aura of madness and murder erupted from his person and rose to the skies. He unleashed his full cultivation, not caring if he used up his full strength. The release of power sent winds whipping through the air as he leaped off the ground and dashed towards the elder, as swift as a lightning bolt.

He was moving so fast that he left thunderous booms and after images of himself trailing in his wake. Numerous doppelgangers of Wang Baole popped up instantly and then merged into a single Wang Baole standing in front of the Never-Ending Clan elder, his fist flying out in a hard punch.