Chapter 1598 - 184: Fubo Ribbon Collects Mysterious Water, Thunder Sets Qiong Xiao Web to Trap Demons

Chapter 1598: Chapter 184: Fubo Ribbon Collects Mysterious Water, Thunder Sets Qiong Xiao Web to Trap Demons

However, the demons hiding in the Jin River suffered a great disaster. After Gang Ying entered the water, it floated along the stream. This object was harder than metal and iron, yet as fine as dust. As soon as it fell, it mixed with Yang poison Qi. Those with low Daoist cultivation, once slightly brushed by it, immediately had their skin ruptured, flesh torn, and blood flowed freely, cries of agony echoing everywhere.

The various demon tribes realized that hiding at the bottom of the water was not safe, and they hurriedly activated their arrays for protection, stabilizing the situation after a while.

Meanwhile, two Demon Sect practitioners had already flown in the shuttle to the Extreme Sky. However, due to the obscuring mist, it was difficult to discern the situation within.

The strange-faced cultivator was about to use the Candlelight Nine Nether Technique to peer within, but before he could act, he was stopped by the Dry and Skinny Daoist, who said, "Junior Brother, our cultivation is no match for Zhang Yan. Using this technique rashly will surely alert him, and besides, how long can you observe with your mana?"

The strange-faced cultivator thought about it and agreed, asking, "Senior Brother, do you have a plan?"

The Dry and Skinny Daoist replied, "Shuyang Water can only conceal our presence for an hour. We can’t wait here; perhaps we should move a little closer."

The strange-faced cultivator hesitated for a moment, knowing that such an approach was very dangerous. A single misstep could cost him his life, but ultimately the thought of discovering secrets and earning merit won over, so he agreed, following the sound, moving the flying shuttle quietly toward the place where the two were fighting.

Du Bogao had the assistance of Elixir Jade. Although the Xuanhuang Great Hand was powerful, it didn’t touch him. But as soon as he dealt with it, he saw the Great Hand transform into clouds of yellow smoke and then regroup in the sky, causing him to frown deeply.

He knew his own strengths and weaknesses; fighting with formations had its pros and cons. Defensive strength was ample, but offensive strikes were lacking. If he didn’t disperse the surrounding mist and find his opponent quickly, the passive beating situation would inevitably continue. Considering Zhang Yan’s endless means, it was only a matter of time before he was forced out with no tricks left.

Thinking of this, he spat out the Elixir Pearl, still dealing with the Xuanhuang Great Hand, and took out eight sheets of talisman paper from his sleeve bag. These were named "Righteous Qi Talismans," able to restore order, stabilize spiritual mechanisms, and specifically break various illusion techniques and maze arrays.

Placing them on his palm, he recited some spells softly, and the talisman papers floated with the wind, blending into the mist. In no time, the heavy cloud mist surrounding him gradually dissipated.

Instantly, Zhu Bogao saw Zhang Yan’s figure and immediately pulled the bowstring, shooting three consecutive arrows toward the sky!

Seeing the arrows light coming, Zhang Yan smiled slightly, without moving his body, yet a vast current rushed underfoot. A wave surged, sweeping away all the flying arrows while flicking his fingers, sending out a resounding Thunder Light downward.

Du Bogao’s expression grew solemn. He took a long-handled Golden Crow Spear from his bag, shouted loudly, and positioned it upward to block the Thunder Light. Then he swung his head, and two jade-like long whiskers at the corner of his lips suddenly extended a hundred feet, swirling upward like long whips.

These two carp whiskers were innate wonders of his body, irrigated for 108 years by external medicine, internally refined with essence blood, becoming unmatched in toughness. Even if confronted by a mystical artifact before him, unless it was of high grade, a sweeping would shatter it into pieces, disperse its spiritual mechanism, and turn it into a mundane item. If it struck a person’s body, at best it would break bones and tendons, at worst ending a life.

Zhang Yan unleashed two consecutive Dao Gang Thunder blows downward, but the long whiskers flicked the air, with two crisp sounds dispelling the Thunder Qi. Recognizing the inherent trickiness of the whiskers, he refrained from a direct clash, instead, raising his will, initiating the Moving Technique, escaping quickly from his original place, and appeared a mile away.

Raising his hand, he captured a spiritual mechanism, slightly distinguishing it, realizing that surrounding abnormal Qi suppressed the area, preventing fog formation for at least another hour. With a gleam in his eyes, he leaped upwards towards the Second Realm Heaven.

Du Bogao witnessed his sudden disappearance, feeling puzzled, but before long, he saw a cluster of purple clouds emerge overhead. Then, it rapidly expanded outward, with deep rumbling thunder emanating from it, initially barely audible, but as it occupied hundreds of miles of heavenly vault, the sound became grand and magnificent, roaring with earth-shattering force.

"Is it... the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder?"

His scalp tingled with fear, a deep sense of dread filling his heart.

Throughout thousands of years, Beiming Continent Demon Cultivators often clashed with the Mingcang Sect. Although he had never seen this Divine Skill, he was well aware of its power. Even though prepared with countermeasures, he never imagined that upon its casting, the Thunder Qi could cover several hundred miles, with such overwhelming and awe-inspiring force akin to shaking the heavens and earth.

Faced with such Divine Power, he dared not take it head-on. Without hesitation, he hurriedly hid within the Golden Spear Formation.

Once inside the formation, he sat cross-legged, stuffed a handful of Elixir Pills into his mouth, swallowing them whole without chewing, and then took up the spells, using all his body power to support the great array. Before long, layers of array energy enveloped him, forming a thick cocoon.

As the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder Net manifested, two Demon Cultivators a hundred miles away were caught like fish in a net. Though they had entered the Nascent Soul Realm, they relied on the sect’s assistance and didn’t achieve this through their effort. Their abilities were centered on escape and reconnaissance techniques, lacking deep cultivation. Just hearing the thunder made them vomit blood uncontrollably.

The strange-faced cultivator terrifiedly clutched his chest, saying, "Senior Brother, quickly, let’s leave here." After speaking, he coughed several mouthfuls of blood.

Dry and Skinny cultivator was unable to speak, enduring the thundering sounds that shook his organs, forcibly gathering his mana to steer the flying shuttle. But after circling a few times, he horrifiedly found the thunder net enveloped heaven and earth in all directions, with no escape route.

The two had never anticipated that their reckless adventure would trap them in such a predicament, filling them with despair. Yet, unwilling to give up, they frantically unleashed all their Dharma Treasures, hoping to withstand the impending attack.

Zhang Yan stood with hands behind his back in Second Realm Heaven, overlooking below, barely glancing at the distant flying shuttle, then disregarding it. Once his mana reached its maximum, he raised a hand and pointed downward. Instantly, countless Thunder Radiance tore through the heavenly vault!

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