BXBX NOVEL Chapter 303 Middle Aged Cultivator
Without wasting a moment, the demonic spirit face lunged forward fiercely with a speed that belied its size. The gaping mouth of the spirit face engulfed Elder Wei\'s attack, causing it to disappear as if it had been swallowed by a black hole. Unhindered, it advanced towards Elder Wei with an unyielding ferocity, seemingly ready to engulf him next.
Caught off guard by the rapid counter-attack, Elder Wei found himself scrambling to retreat. He blurred in and out of sight several times, a display of his swift movement technique. With a speed much greater than when he had ventured out, he retreated back to the safety of the allied cultivators. As he landed amongst them, he bellowed loudly, "Everyone, unite! He is a late Core Formation cultivator. We stand no chance if we fight solo!"
Elder Wei\'s cautionary words, while stating the obvious, seemed to incite immediate action among the allies. Two Core Formation cultivators and a handful of Foundation Establishment cultivators promptly released their magical treasures, aiming them directly at the advancing spirit face. Their united front was a testament to their understanding of the threat posed by the enemy.
However, not everyone was quick to join the fight. The majority watched the ongoing battle with detached skepticism, their hesitation adding a layer of disorder to the scene. The battlefield, once brimming with concerted action, now seemed somewhat chaotic as different parties grappled with their next course of action.
Han Cai, ever observant and strategic, watched the unfolding chaos with a sense of caution. The slight twitch in his countenance was the only indication of his internal assessment of the rapidly changing battlefield. Subtly, he began to drift towards the rear of the assembly, pulling Yongnian along with him. His eyes, bright with an insatiable curiosity, flickered across the scene, absorbing the erratic movements and explosive displays of power. Despite his comprehensive knowledge of cultivation, he was unable to anticipate the outcome of this unpredictable clash.
A sense of foreboding began to take root within Han Cai as he considered the potential repercussions. He felt a slight chill at the possibility of a Venerable Heaven Immortal making an appearance, given the obstinate nature of these new enemies. This chilling thought made him even more eager to distance himself from the epicenter of the conflict. There was a rising sense of urgency within him, a dire need to safeguard his life in the event of a sudden escalation. But then he realized highest cultivation of enemies was nothing more than core formation.
"No action yet!" came the stern command from the woman draped in emerald. She seemed to have caught on to the same undercurrent of oddity that had set Han Cai on edge. Her order was directed at the disciples of the Eternal Grace Sect, who, despite her warning, continued their relentless assault on the formidable Spirit face. The sight further solidified Han Cai\'s suspicion. There was a knot in his gut, an uneasiness that suggested the situation was more complex than it appeared.
On the other side of the battlefield, the opposing middle-aged cultivator, who was clearly no less sharp-minded, also detected the unusual tension in the air. A fleeting moment of surprise passed over his features before his countenance hardened into one of determination. With a swift gesture, he directed the Spirit head, which responded with a peculiar hiss. This was followed by an onslaught of Red Devilish orbs spewing from its gaping mouth, each one radiating a malicious aura.
The sudden rain of orbs caught the attacking cultivators off guard. The treasures they had released, once steady in their trajectory, were now sent reeling, their movements uncontrolled and erratic under the impact of the orbs. Sensing an opportunity amidst the chaos, the middle-aged cultivator retracted the Spirit head towards him, maintaining an air of cold control in the midst of the pandemonium.
The sudden retraction of the Spirit head and the rain of Red Devilish orbs had an immediate effect on the attacking cultivators. They came to a sudden halt, frozen in their tracks, their expressions a mix of confusion and fear. The treasures that they had so confidently released earlier hung in the air, their vibrancy dampened, their momentum lost. They dared not diverge from the group, the sudden shift in the tide leaving them apprehensive about carrying on their offense.
In the midst of this startling development, a distinct figure detached herself from the crowd. It was the Fairy Fern Spirit, the woman clothed in radiant emerald. Her luminous eyes surveyed the chaotic scene before her, a frown marring her usually calm features. Stepping forward, she assumed a mediator\'s position, standing between the conflicting sides with an air of authority. "Would anyone care to explain the circumstances?" she demanded, her voice resonating in the sudden silence that had fallen over the battlefield. Her question echoed, reaching every pair of ears and prompting them to seek answers.
However, the response to her inquiry was far from satisfactory. "And what exactly is going on? We find our disciples slain, and you have the audacity to question their master?" retorted the middle-aged man. His voice boomed across the landscape, filled with outrage and indignation. His eyes, which had earlier glowed with a threatening red, were now blazing with an uncanny dark green fury. The transformation hinted at a surge of power, making the atmosphere even more charged.
Undeterred by his heated glare, the emerald-clothed woman coolly held his gaze. There was a steeliness to her demeanor, a determination that was not to be trifled with. Probing further, she raised a crucial question that had been left unanswered, "Was it you who pillaged our Eternal Grace Sect and assassinated our Sect Master?" Her words hung in the air, echoing the unresolved tension between the two factions. This open confrontation added a new layer of complexity to the already convoluted situation.
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