Watching Old Wu laugh maniacally below, Mo Fan’s heart burned with utmost fury.
He was truly unwilling. Everything had clearly been heading in a favourable direction, yet who could have imagined these people would actually unseal the immortal treasure’s restrictions one step ahead.
This meant all his efforts might end up as water poured into a bamboo basket, empty, and even end up paving the way for these fellows.
This was not the outcome he wished to see.
Therefore, he launched an attack with no regard for the consequences!
So what if it was an immortal robe?
Even with an immortal robe protecting him, this king will still crush you!
In an instant, the entire expanse of thunderclouds erupted into turmoil. An incomparably enormous thunder foot descended from the heavens, stamping ruthlessly towards the madly laughing Old Wu below.
A vicious glint flashed in Old Wu’s eyes when he saw this, yet he did not dodge in the slightest, allowing that foot to land on him!
Buzz.
In that split second, golden runes flickered across Old Wu’s body. No matter how the endless lightning enveloped him, he remained immovable as a mountain.
Once again, the defence of Old Wu was not breached!
“Brat, I admit you are strong, but you cannot stop this old man, nor can you stop the rise of my Witch Clan!”
“Once this old man fully awakens the true dragon, it will be the moment of death for all you hypocrites!”
Old Wu laughed loudly, his laughter grating to the ear.
Immediately afterwards, he flew straight towards the true dragon corpse.
Stop him!
Mo Fan roared inwardly, then dove downwards.
Divine ability: Spore Toxin!
He opened his mouth, and countless multicoloured misty lights poured out, completely covering the witch-gu puppets below.
His plan was simple: use the spore toxin to forcibly seize control of the witch-gu puppets, then use those puppets to block the Witch Clan!
It was true that Old Wu’s defence was formidable, but that did not mean his offensive techniques were equally strong. As long as they could hold him in place, they could slowly wear him down!
And indeed, things unfolded just as Mo Fan had hoped.
Daoist Qingfeng, Situ Yunzhen, Bai Lu, the Old Water Demon, and a large group of other powerhouses were the first to break through the witch-gu puppet defence line, immediately intercepting the Witch Clan members.
A great battle erupted in an instant!
“Yingying Monster, how much longer until you can break the restrictions on the immortal treasure?”
While releasing spore toxin, Mo Fan transmitted his voice to the Yingying Monster inside his storage pouch space.
“Daddy, don’t worry. It will be quick. At most the time it takes one incense stick to burn!”
“One incense stick?”
Mo Fan frowned at the reply. The time of one incense stick was not long, but neither was it short.
Given the current situation, holding the Witch Clan back for that long would be extremely difficult!
At this thought, he immediately brought out the Soul-Devouring Banner and spoke to the women inside, “Help me hold that old fellow back for a while!”
“Understood!”
The women wasted no words and showed no hesitation. They flew out of the ghost domain one after another and charged towards the Witch Clan.
The four women in black clothes, Bai Tiaoyao, Bai Shuang, and Bai Feng were far from weak. Or rather, they were terrifyingly strong!
With their participation, the pressure on the cultivators instantly eased considerably, whereas the pressure on the Witch Clan multiplied.
Not only did they join the fight, even the saint-children of White Elephant Ridge and Bottomless Cave took action. Tu Shan Yunjun did not stay idle either; she immediately targeted Qin Changsheng.
“Grandson, Grandpa is here to take revenge!”
“Last time you chased Grandpa so miserably. This time, Grandpa will make you pay double!”
Swearing loudly, Tu Shan Yunjun raised her hand, and countless sword qi raged forth, instantly enveloping Qin Changsheng and two Witch Clan cultivators in a storm.
In that moment, the two Witch Clan cultivators were reduced to minced meat. Only Qin Changsheng emerged from the sword-qi tempest with a dark expression, reaching out to grab Tu Shan Yunjun!
The two instantly clashed fiercely.
Apart from Tu Shan Yunjun, the one who surprised Mo Fan the most was the black-robed ancestor from Dragon King Sea.
He, too, chose to strike at this moment, and his target was likewise the Witch Clan group.
The arrival of the Witch Clan was like that of the previous Chilin Saint King; they represented an overwhelming momentum.
Under such momentum, everything would be crushed, so naturally it caused all the cultivators to feel a shared hatred for the common enemy.
Because everyone understood clearly: if they could not stop the Witch Clan, they would all die!
In the face of life and death, previous grudges were naturally set aside for the time being.
The spore toxin was terrifying. It spread extremely quickly and seemed particularly effective against these puppets.
Because witch-gu puppets, unlike living cultivators, possessed no independent consciousness, they could not actively resist the spread of the toxin within their bodies.
Therefore, the internal environment of these corpses was perfectly suited for the spore toxin to multiply, and the multiplication speed was astonishing!
In mere moments, every witch-gu puppet had been corroded by the spore toxin. Their movements became sluggish, and many were completely taken over.
Although witch gu still existed inside these corpses, the spore toxin was far more fearsome than witch gu, because the spores were smaller!
If witch gu could be called tiny insect-like creatures, then spore toxin was a super-bacterium even smaller than witch gu, and it possessed the ability to reproduce itself.
Let alone the witch-gu puppets, even the witch gu themselves would be corroded by spore toxin and turned into puppets of the spore toxin!
As more and more witch-gu puppets fell under Mo Fan’s control, the cultivators resisting those puppets all breathed a sigh of relief.
“Leave these fellows to me. All of you, hurry and stop the Witch Clan!”
Mo Fan’s words caused the cultivators to look at one another. However, after exchanging glances, whether human or demon cultivators, they all chose to follow Mo Fan’s suggestion and rushed towards the Witch Clan position.
The commotion on Mo Fan’s side naturally did not escape the eyes of the Witch Clan members. Some Witch Clan cultivators even suffered backlash the instant their witch gu were corroded by spore toxin.
For a time, many Witch Clan cultivators spat out large mouthfuls of blood, their auras instantly weakening.
“Damn it!”
“You cannot stop this old man!”
“No one can halt the rise of my Witch Clan!”
Old Wu roared in fury. Dazzling golden ripples burst from his robe. Wherever the ripples passed, every cultivator besieging him was sent flying.
“Fellow elders, the rise of our clan requires you. I beseech the elders to offer your flesh and blood, to die generously for the rise of our Witch Clan!”
Suddenly, Old Wu uttered a mournful cry. His voice was not loud, yet it caused many Witch Clan cultivators to shudder violently.
Very quickly, eight Witch Clan cultivators flew out from the crowd, positioned themselves behind Old Wu, and declared in unison, “We wish our clan to regain its ancient glory!”
With those words, the eight Witch Clan cultivators exploded simultaneously. Yet no blood or flesh scattered. Instead, they transformed into dense swarms of black insects that formed an insect storm and poured into Old Wu’s robe.
BOOM.
Abruptly, Old Wu’s aura surged dramatically!
“Warriors of my clan, follow this old man to eliminate these troublesome pests and welcome the dawn of our clan!”
Old Wu laughed viciously. Even more brilliant light radiated from his immortal robe. In one step, he appeared before Situ Yunzhen.
Situ Yunzhen’s pupils contracted. A divine-sense bell instantly flew from his forehead.
Yet before the divine-sense bell could ring, it was disrupted by the golden light from Old Wu’s body and exploded in an instant!
Situ Yunzhen spat out a mouthful of blood. Blood light flared around him as he fled into the distance without delay.
“Zheng!”
Daoist Qingfeng slashed horizontally with his sword, attempting to force Old Wu back, only to be heavily injured by a single punch from Old Wu. Even the longsword in his hand was sent flying.
Old Wu took another step and blasted the Old Water Demon apart with one fist!
He swept his gaze around, only catching a glimpse of a white shadow vanishing into the distance…
Seeing Old Wu now unstoppable and growing ever closer to the true dragon corpse, despair filled every cultivator.
But at that very moment, ancient corpses flew in and blocked Old Wu’s path.
“Kill!”
Following Mo Fan’s low roar, countless witch-gu puppets swarmed forward like a tide, rushing densely towards Old Wu in an attempt to halt his advance.
