Chapter 1597 - 184: Fubo Silk Collects Mysterious Water, Thunder Raises Qiong Xiao’s Net to Trap Demons

Chapter 1597: Chapter 184: Fubo Silk Collects Mysterious Water, Thunder Raises Qiong Xiao’s Net to Trap Demons

The surrounding mists all rose up at once, and Zhu Bogao immediately lost sight of Zhang Yan’s figure before him. Yet he seemed to have long since laid his plans; his expression did not change. He stepped back a few paces, drawing somewhat nearer to the Array Gate, prepared that if anything went awry, he could retreat into it at any time.

Within his body his Mysterious Skill began to turn; a thread of crimson light flared from his eyes, shooting out a hundred zhang, sweeping back and forth across the firmament, intending to pierce through the Cloud Mist. After watching for a while, he still had yet to find the whereabouts. Just then, he suddenly sensed something, turned his head to the side for a glance, and saw a hundred-odd beads of ink-black water flying out from within the mist.

Since they had only just begun to cross hands, he did not yet wish to prematurely expose his own methods. His mind turned once, and he merely raised his forearm, blocking it before his body.

Yet though this substance appeared to be nothing more than minute water beads, it nevertheless carried a weight of a thousand jun. Only a series of "bang, bang, bang, bang" rang out in quick succession; he felt his arm violently shaken, and his body too was shoved and jolted by the tremendous force transmitted through it, staggering repeatedly, unable to keep his footing.

He was, after all, a Demon Lord of one domain; how could he be willing to be forced back the moment he came on? Thus he gave a great roar, and instead of retreating, he advanced. After charging forward two steps, he suddenly swung his arm with all his strength, flinging those dozens of You Yin Heavy Water away all at once.

Within the mist, Zhang Yan beheld this scene, and his gaze flickered slightly.

Had it been an ordinary Demon King facing this, these hundred-some drops of You Yin Heavy Water, even if they failed to injure the other, the latter would never have coped with them so lightly. From this, it could be seen that Zhu Bogao had already cultivated to the Powerful Fourth Transformation Realm Perfect Realm in the Power Dao.

Such Great Demons have bodies tough and firm, unafraid of the Forbidden Locking Heaven and Earth Skill, and with the Array at their back as reliance, they are not opponents that can be taken down in a short span. In that case, there is no harm in testing first with small techniques; once he has felt out the opponent’s true methods, he can then decide how to strike.

Having made his decision, his Mana turned, and again he raised a hundred-some ink-black water beads into the air. With a casual sweep of his wide sleeve, they scattered forward like a sudden pouring rain.

From the trial just now, Zhu Bogao had discovered that this substance was nothing more than being forceful and heavy, yet posed little true threat to him. Thus this time he did not dodge or evade, but gave a low growl; beneath his robes, layers of fine scale armor arose, spreading to beneath his cheeks. To the eye, they gleamed with golden light, as though he were clad in a suit of golden armor. At the same time, he lowered his head slightly, intending to grit his teeth and endure it head-on.

Only, he did not know that what came this time was not You Yin Heavy Water, but Xuanming Heavy Water. By the time he realized something was wrong, it was already too late—his body was as if struck by a hundred-odd hammer-heads at once, his scale armor shattering piece by piece, his entire person reeling back in a continual stagger.

At this moment, he caught sight of yet another hundred-some ink beads coming over, and inwardly cried out that things were ill. With a wave of his hand, a long silk floated up before him, its hue like golden rosy clouds. It rippled once in the air, like waves on water, and with only the lightest tremor, it swallowed up all the Heavy Water flying in.

He was by no means one of those destitute little demons; commanding millions beneath him, his family wealth was abundant, and he lacked for neither Dharma Treasures nor Divine Skills.

This "Golden Carp Wave-suppressing Silk" was refined from the golden scale Essence Blood of the Zhu Family’s clan leaders across the generations, and was forged precisely to deal with the Xuanmen Sect Disciples’ Divine Power Treasures. Even should waves of a thousand qing surge toward it, it could easily collect them.

Zhang Yan watched all this, yet his expression showed no ripple.

Though the Heavy Water had been gathered away, forcing the opponent to reveal the formidable Dharma Treasure in his hand could already be counted as having achieved his purpose in striking.

He remembered that yesterday the other had also used a long silk, but its color had been vermilion red, clearly different from this one. Evidently, one could be used to flee, and one to collect objects. Within his heart, he surmised that the man likely had even more formidable Dharma Treasures upon him, and resolved to probe him a few more times.

Thus he swept his sleeve, sending out several dozen drops of You Yin Heavy Water once more to pin the opponent down, while he himself rose up to a higher place. Gathering his Mana, behind him there was a rolling yellow smoke condensing and converging,

Du Bogao held the Golden Silk and gave it a light shake, once again collecting the incoming Heavy Water. He was just about to search for Zhang Yan’s location within the vaporous mists, when suddenly a muffled sound came from above. In his senses, something was bearing straight down upon his position, drawing ever closer. Not long after, he saw the Cloud Mist above his head part and scatter, and then a heaven-covering, earth-enveloping giant hand descended to slap down.

His complexion changed. He reached to touch his abdomen, then tilted his head back and opened his mouth. With a loud "ha," he spat out a lustrous white Elixir Pearl, which rolled once upon entering the air and released a blinding radiance. It was like ice melting and snow dissolving, eating through a great hole in the midst of that giant hand.

With a thunderous crash, the giant hand fell, blasting the Gang Clouds within several dozen li into bursting fragments. Above in the Extreme Sky, the Gang Ying, with no obstruction remaining, all poured down.

Below, within Shousui Mountain, the Mingcang Disciples heard a deafening roar, and then saw the Heavenly Cloud crack open, like shattered tiles revealing countless fissures. Within, rainbow-hued golden light darted to and fro, like black clouds with thunder coursing through, lightning flashing in brilliance.

Wei Zihong watched for a few moments, then stepped forward several paces. With a wave of the Array Flag in his hand, he stirred the mountain’s Array. When the Gang Ying fell, it struck the Forbidden Array like hail beating down; at once, a dense rattling sound rang out, and the Great Array’s spiritual mechanism surged and dipped abruptly, its brilliance flickering uncertainly.