Chapter 185: Stand
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Chapter 185: Stand
The flood dragon impostor that was Sage drew in a breath before seemingly spitting rapidly towards the corners of the room. As he did, translucent silk threads shot out at high speed and attached to the walls. Then he changed position and repeated his actions, moving quickly it took only a few seconds for the upper portion of the room to be interwoven with many layers of webbing. The blue color of the fog in the room was set as such to blend in with his Cerulean Cloud technique, hiding him from Grey Beards spiritual sense. Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.
Grey Beard had taken to slashing out randomly, he had his sole remaining Clan member at his back and was striking out into every other direction in the room. The Clan member behind him was using all of his energy to form an energy blade, sweeping it back and forth around the two of them to keep just a small area around them clear of the ant swarm. Sages right eye was still a hole into the void, it was the only way he could avoid being struck by Grey Beards wild attacks. He was nowhere near fast enough to dodge the incoming blades let alone gauge their trajectory without the help of the Timeless Eyes.
Just then, the ants started to act unusual. They had been simply swarming in from every direction mindlessly, surrounding the two and attempting to overrun them. All of a sudden they pulled back and started to organize. Splitting into four different groups that moved in unison like the points of a compass. They moved just out of range of where the Tang Clan cultivators energy blade could strike. Whichever direction the cultivator was facing the ants behind him would start to advance. As soon as he turned towards them, they immediately retreated again. The cultivator began to strike out at them, but because of the ants being at his maximum range and retreating immediately the number he killed with each swing was drastically reduced. Instead of killing them by the dozens with each swipe he was now only killing a handful.
The cultivator realised they were making him waste his energy so he tried to hold back only find out that when he didnt turn to attack the ones encroaching from behind then the ones in front of him started to slowly advance. To either side they even began to move in a single file line, minimizing the number of them that could be hit. The cultivator still had to clean them off when they climbed onto his body, but now his strikes could only hit a few at a time. The ants were perfectly turning it into a battle of attrition. Their array kept them from knowing where the best breakthrough point was, while the large insects drew their attention and forced them to act defensively.
Unfortunately for him, the poison didnt target the body. It traveled like lightning through Grey Beards meridians, traveling through his body till it reached his forehead. The poison sunk into his spiritual sea, causing a sudden storm of black rain. At the instant when Grey Beard felt the rain falling upon his soul, he also sensed more incoming danger. More of those flying knives flew towards him from one direction, but he felt something else from the opposite direction. He couldnt see it, but he could feel it, slicing through the air like a blade. Leaping into the air, he avoiding the blade while swatting away the knives. His clothing taking a couple more nicks in the process, he created a large energy arm to push against the wall and dodge to the side in mid-air, avoiding a few more of those huge blades. When his foot finally touched down, he felt something wrong. He couldnt focus on it, because the knives and slicing blades kept coming, weaving between the waves of insects and ants. Grey Beard even had to abandon the Tang Clan cultivator, the attacks kept increasing in intensity, until suddenly he felt something enter his spiritual sea.
Grey Beards soul formed a sword, condensed out of his spirit power, he flew towards the invader. That invader looked just like a ghostly version of the cultivator who had killed Tang Zhelan and Grey Beard roared in defiance. The black rain didnt affect his soul, but when it fell upon his sword it started to sizzle, causing pits and cracks in the solid spirit power. His enemy started to grow, getting larger and larger. The two of them were floating in the air over a large dark sea, the clouds above them roiling, crackling with thunder. The black rain turning into a terrible storm, mirroring the emotions that the old man was feeling. He swung his sword, smashing it against a giant fist, the sword shattering to bits and leaving him defenseless.
The giant spread his hand and a huge palm came crashing down upon him, causing his soul to crack. Thin fractures spreading through his soul like a shattered window pane. The giant opened his mouth, revealing huge fangs, its mouth seemed to unhinge and his throat stretched open like a snake.
Grey Beards body fell to the ground, his eyes dull and lifeless.
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Chapter 185: Stand
The flood dragon impostor that was Sage drew in a breath before seemingly spitting rapidly towards the corners of the room. As he did, translucent silk threads shot out at high speed and attached to the walls. Then he changed position and repeated his actions, moving quickly it took only a few seconds for the upper portion of the room to be interwoven with many layers of webbing. The blue color of the fog in the room was set as such to blend in with his Cerulean Cloud technique, hiding him from Grey Beards spiritual sense. Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.
Grey Beard had taken to slashing out randomly, he had his sole remaining Clan member at his back and was striking out into every other direction in the room. The Clan member behind him was using all of his energy to form an energy blade, sweeping it back and forth around the two of them to keep just a small area around them clear of the ant swarm. Sages right eye was still a hole into the void, it was the only way he could avoid being struck by Grey Beards wild attacks. He was nowhere near fast enough to dodge the incoming blades let alone gauge their trajectory without the help of the Timeless Eyes.
Just then, the ants started to act unusual. They had been simply swarming in from every direction mindlessly, surrounding the two and attempting to overrun them. All of a sudden they pulled back and started to organize. Splitting into four different groups that moved in unison like the points of a compass. They moved just out of range of where the Tang Clan cultivators energy blade could strike. Whichever direction the cultivator was facing the ants behind him would start to advance. As soon as he turned towards them, they immediately retreated again. The cultivator began to strike out at them, but because of the ants being at his maximum range and retreating immediately the number he killed with each swing was drastically reduced. Instead of killing them by the dozens with each swipe he was now only killing a handful.
The cultivator realised they were making him waste his energy so he tried to hold back only find out that when he didnt turn to attack the ones encroaching from behind then the ones in front of him started to slowly advance. To either side they even began to move in a single file line, minimizing the number of them that could be hit. The cultivator still had to clean them off when they climbed onto his body, but now his strikes could only hit a few at a time. The ants were perfectly turning it into a battle of attrition. Their array kept them from knowing where the best breakthrough point was, while the large insects drew their attention and forced them to act defensively.
Unfortunately for him, the poison didnt target the body. It traveled like lightning through Grey Beards meridians, traveling through his body till it reached his forehead. The poison sunk into his spiritual sea, causing a sudden storm of black rain. At the instant when Grey Beard felt the rain falling upon his soul, he also sensed more incoming danger. More of those flying knives flew towards him from one direction, but he felt something else from the opposite direction. He couldnt see it, but he could feel it, slicing through the air like a blade. Leaping into the air, he avoiding the blade while swatting away the knives. His clothing taking a couple more nicks in the process, he created a large energy arm to push against the wall and dodge to the side in mid-air, avoiding a few more of those huge blades. When his foot finally touched down, he felt something wrong. He couldnt focus on it, because the knives and slicing blades kept coming, weaving between the waves of insects and ants. Grey Beard even had to abandon the Tang Clan cultivator, the attacks kept increasing in intensity, until suddenly he felt something enter his spiritual sea.
Grey Beards soul formed a sword, condensed out of his spirit power, he flew towards the invader. That invader looked just like a ghostly version of the cultivator who had killed Tang Zhelan and Grey Beard roared in defiance. The black rain didnt affect his soul, but when it fell upon his sword it started to sizzle, causing pits and cracks in the solid spirit power. His enemy started to grow, getting larger and larger. The two of them were floating in the air over a large dark sea, the clouds above them roiling, crackling with thunder. The black rain turning into a terrible storm, mirroring the emotions that the old man was feeling. He swung his sword, smashing it against a giant fist, the sword shattering to bits and leaving him defenseless.
The giant spread his hand and a huge palm came crashing down upon him, causing his soul to crack. Thin fractures spreading through his soul like a shattered window pane. The giant opened his mouth, revealing huge fangs, its mouth seemed to unhinge and his throat stretched open like a snake.
Grey Beards body fell to the ground, his eyes dull and lifeless.
Chapter 185: StandThe flood dragon impostor that was Sage drew in a breath before seemingly spitting rapidly towards the corners of the room. As he did, translucent silk threads shot out at high speed and attached to the walls. Then he changed position and repeated his actions, moving quickly it took only a few seconds for the upper portion of the room to be interwoven with many layers of webbing. The blue color of the fog in the room was set as such to blend in with his Cerulean Cloud technique, hiding him from Grey Beards spiritual sense. NvlRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Novln.Grey Beard had taken to slashing out randomly, he had his sole remaining Clan member at his back and was striking out into every other direction in the room. The Clan member behind him was using all of his energy to form an energy blade, sweeping it back and forth around the two of them to keep just a small area around them clear of the ant swarm. Sages right eye was still a hole into the void, it was the only way he could avoid being struck by Grey Beards wild attacks. He was nowhere near fast enough to dodge the incoming blades let alone gauge their trajectory without the help of the Timeless Eyes. Just then, the ants started to act unusual. They had been simply swarming in from every direction mindlessly, surrounding the two and attempting to overrun them. All of a sudden they pulled back and started to organize. Splitting into four different groups that moved in unison like the points of a compass. They moved just out of range of where the Tang Clan cultivators energy blade could strike. Whichever direction the cultivator was facing the ants behind him would start to advance. As soon as he turned towards them, they immediately retreated again. The cultivator began to strike out at them, but because of the ants being at his maximum range and retreating immediately the number he killed with each swing was drastically reduced. Instead of killing them by the dozens with each swipe he was now only killing a handful. The cultivator realised they were making him waste his energy so he tried to hold back only find out that when he didnt turn to attack the ones encroaching from behind then the ones in front of him started to slowly advance. To either side they even began to move in a single file line, minimizing the number of them that could be hit. The cultivator still had to clean them off when they climbed onto his body, but now his strikes could only hit a few at a time. The ants were perfectly turning it into a battle of attrition. Their array kept them from knowing where the best breakthrough point was, while the large insects drew their attention and forced them to act defensively. Unfortunately for him, the poison didnt target the body. It traveled like lightning through Grey Beards meridians, traveling through his body till it reached his forehead. The poison sunk into his spiritual sea, causing a sudden storm of black rain. At the instant when Grey Beard felt the rain falling upon his soul, he also sensed more incoming danger. More of those flying knives flew towards him from one direction, but he felt something else from the opposite direction. He couldnt see it, but he could feel it, slicing through the air like a blade. Leaping into the air, he avoiding the blade while swatting away the knives. His clothing taking a couple more nicks in the process, he created a large energy arm to push against the wall and dodge to the side in mid-air, avoiding a few more of those huge blades. When his foot finally touched down, he felt something wrong. He couldnt focus on it, because the knives and slicing blades kept coming, weaving between the waves of insects and ants. Grey Beard even had to abandon the Tang Clan cultivator, the attacks kept increasing in intensity, until suddenly he felt something enter his spiritual sea. Grey Beards soul formed a sword, condensed out of his spirit power, he flew towards the invader. That invader looked just like a ghostly version of the cultivator who had killed Tang Zhelan and Grey Beard roared in defiance. The black rain didnt affect his soul, but when it fell upon his sword it started to sizzle, causing pits and cracks in the solid spirit power. His enemy started to grow, getting larger and larger. The two of them were floating in the air over a large dark sea, the clouds above them roiling, crackling with thunder. The black rain turning into a terrible storm, mirroring the emotions that the old man was feeling. He swung his sword, smashing it against a giant fist, the sword shattering to bits and leaving him defenseless. The giant spread his hand and a huge palm came crashing down upon him, causing his soul to crack. Thin fractures spreading through his soul like a shattered window pane. The giant opened his mouth, revealing huge fangs, its mouth seemed to unhinge and his throat stretched open like a snake. Grey Beards body fell to the ground, his eyes dull and lifeless.
