A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 649: Pseudo Vs True Core Formation Lord P1

Chapter 649: Pseudo Vs True Core Formation Lord P1

The threat didn’t work. The plan failed.

Shuan’s face twisted with anger, but there was fear mixed into it too.

Loken’s words pushed him past his limit. His grip tightened on his sword as his voice cracked with rage and desperation.

“NOW!”

His shout echoed like a whip crack. At once, his allies tensed, ready to carry out the “other” plan they had prepared earlier. Shuan stepped back using his movement technique, trying to put as much distance between himself and Loken as possible.

While moving, he pulled out an array disk from his storage ring. Ruan and the others copied him, each of them taking out their own disks with shaking hands.

But none of them got the chance to activate anything.

Loken finally moved.

The pseudo Core Formation Lord lifted his hand in a smooth, almost lazy gesture. His Core Formation aura surged like a crashing wave.

In the next moment, several red lightning swords burst into existence around him. They shot forward with a sharp crack, moving faster than Shuan’s eyes could follow.

Before Shuan even understood what had happened, something felt wrong.

His movement technique failed. He tried to gather his spirit energy, but it slipped away as if something had cut the connection inside him. Even worse, his body kept drifting backward, but the angle felt strange—off—wrong. Then he felt himself descending.

Only when he looked down did he finally understand.

His legs weren’t there.

He saw them still standing where he had been only a heartbeat ago.

The red lightning swords had cut them clean off. So fast, sharp, and ruthless that he hadn’t even felt pain yet. The heat in the lightning had cauterized the wounds instantly, sealing them and stopping any blood from spilling. The lightning also scrambled the nerves in his body, blocking the pain for a few more seconds.

Ruan and the others were in no better shape. All seven had their legs cut off in the same instant. Some were missing an arm as well. A few had tried to dodge or defend themselves, while others panicked and raised their techniques out of instinct. But none of it mattered.

Against the power of a Golden Core, even a borrowed one, their resistance was nothing.

It had taken Loken only a few seconds—just a single casual hand wave—to crush all of them.

The silence after the attack lasted only a moment.

Then it broke.

“Aaaaaaaaaargh!”

A scream tore out of Shuan’s throat as the nerves in his body finally woke up and the pain crashed into him like a hammer. He fell onto his side, clutching at nothing.

The others screamed too. High, broken voices filled the air, mixing with the buzzing of fading lightning.

The seven Emerald Cove islanders, once mighty Foundation Establishment Experts, now lay on the ground in agony, unable to stand, unable to fight, unable to do anything but scream.

Loken watched the seven crippled Experts struggle on the ground. Their array disks had scattered around them when their legs were cut off. With a small, bored sigh, he lifted his hand and snapped his fingers.

A sharp crack filled the air.

Another wave of red lightning swords shot out, thin and fast like streaks of burning light. They hit the array disks on the ground one by one, breaking them into pieces before any of the seven men could react.

Shards of metal and stone scattered across the dirt.

“Wrong choice, you fools,” Loken said coldly.

The seven Experts glared at him through their pain. Their eyes were full of anger, but also helplessness. None of them could even stand. Their legs lay several meters away like discarded sticks.

Shuan felt something inside him sink. His hands trembled as he realized the cruel truth.

He couldn’t even destroy the warehouses now. He couldn’t burn the island. He couldn’t keep Aksai’s enemies from taking everything.

His master had trusted him, and he couldn’t do even this last duty. The weight of it crushed him.

“Aaaaaah! You pale-faced bastard!” Shuan roared, his voice shaking with rage and despair.

He pushed his palms against the ground and poured what remained of his Spirit essence into his arms.

His body lifted, the upper half flying awkwardly toward Loken. His sword remained tightly gripped in his hand. The world blurred around him as he shot forward like a thrown spear.

He knew he couldn’t kill Loken. He knew he couldn’t even scratch him. Not before when he had legs. Not now when he was even more helpless.

But he still wanted to hurt him, even a little, even for a moment. That was all that mattered now.

Across the area, the others had come to the same decision. Their broken bodies rose from the ground in unsteady motions. Spirit spells fired awkwardly through the air. Flying weapons spun in shaky arcs.

It all looked sloppy and weak. But none of them cared.

Their weapons and spells were just a distraction.

The real attack was hidden on their bodies.

Each of the seven carried a Heretical Dao fire-element talisman—unstable, dangerous, and deadly.

Aksai had only used them on puppets before because they harmed the user as much as the target. But now, the seven men had nothing left to lose. They poured all of their Spirit essence into the talismans along with their life essence, making the talisman use even more forbidden than it already was.

Their lives were already over. Their legs were gone. Their future was finished. All they had left was revenge.

Even Goren and Vienna joined their seniors in this seemingly first and last real battle of theirs as Experts. Although they had some regrets, they didn’t back down considering the fact that it was the Emerald Cove Island that had raised them.

‘Hmm? Something’s wrong. All their attacks… They are faints. Wait… these… these talismans. What are they?’

Loken’s eyes narrowed. His senses were sharp—sharper than any of them knew. He had no idea what these talismans were, but he could feel the threat coming off them.

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