Old Wu originally possessed cultivation above the mid-Witch Ancestor stage. Although suppressed by the laws of the True Dragon Lair, protected by the immortal robe he had become even harder to deal with than the Chilin Saint King.
Even Mo Fan’s spore toxin could not corrode his body in the slightest.
Yet although the immortal robe was powerful, its strength lay solely in defence. This created a situation where Old Wu’s defence was extremely strong, but his offensive capability remained insufficient.
Therefore, although the cultivators could not injure him, they could still had ways to entangle him and prevent him from advancing.
Forced by circumstances, eight Witch Kings of the clan who fed the gu with their own bodies directly sacrificed themselves, pouring all their power into Old Wu.
Thus, without any change to his cultivation realm, Old Wu’s raw strength multiplied several times over.
In mere moments, his battle power surpassed everyone present.
This time, when he took the initiative to attack, even Ancestor-realm and Nascent Soul cultivators could only retreat in disarray. Even Daoist Qingfeng was powerless.
Just when everyone believed no one could stop Old Wu any longer, Mo Fan acted!
He forcibly seized control of every witch-gu puppet with his spore toxin, sending them all to swarm and slaughter Old Wu!
In an instant, Old Wu’s advance was blocked once more. He was surrounded so tightly by the densely packed witch-gu puppets that not a drop of water could leak through.
Although the individual strength of each puppet was not great (the strongest being only comparable to a great demon of the King realm), the terrifying part was their sheer number. Under Mo Fan’s deliberate control, wave after endless wave hurled themselves at Old Wu.
“Damn it!!”
Old Wu flew into a rage. These witch-gu puppets could not harm him in the slightest, yet they completely halted his progress. Even though he could obliterate a huge swath in a single instant, before he could take even one step forward, another overwhelming tide of witch-gu puppets surged towards him.
Not only Old Wu, but the Witch Clan cultivators behind him also fell into the same predicament.
Moreover, although these Witch Clan cultivators were individually powerful, they lacked immortal robes to protect them. Their defensive ability was far inferior to Old Wu’s, so it did not take long before Witch Clan cultivators began to scream in misery, their bodies torn apart by the puppets.
Seeing this, Mo Fan naturally refused to miss the chance to kick them while they were down.
He knew how fearsome Old Wu’s defence was, so this time he did not target Old Wu himself. Instead, gripping the Thunder God Spear, he charged at the Witch Clan cultivators behind Old Wu, aiming only to cut off his wings.
“Kill!”
Mo Fan let out a furious roar. His entire body turned into a bolt of lightning, moving at an inconceivable speed. In practically an instant, he whipped the spear and blasted apart a besieged Witch Clan cultivator!
The nearby human and demon cultivators followed his example and began launching fierce assaults against the scattered Witch Clan members.
Under the combined encirclement and suppression of all the cultivators, the Witch Clan members began to fall one after another.
Not far away, Qin Changsheng watched the scene and could not help feeling a trace of panic. He could not understand why the Witch Clan, who had held such a strong hand, was playing it so badly.
“Kid, getting nervous, are we?”
“Let me tell you, once all your companions here are dead, you will be next!”
Tu Shan Yunjun panted heavily as he spoke. At this moment, he was drenched in blood and his aura appeared rather weak.
Qin Changsheng was far stronger than he had imagined. His power was even more terrifying than Xuan Jian of the Tianxuan Holy Land. Not only did he possess extremely strong physical arts, he was also adept at a peculiar form of witchcraft that left Tu Shan Yunjun struggling to cope.
Yet when he saw the Witch Clan cultivators dying one by one, Tu Shan Yunjun knew his chance had come.
“A defeated opponent, nothing more. This time, this Qin will let you off. Next time, this Qin will definitely take the head upon your shoulders!”
Qin Changsheng gave a cold snort, stopped tangling with Tu Shan Yunjun, and decided to leave the area first.
“Qin Changsheng!”
But at that moment, an indifferent voice rang out from mid-air. An icy gaze locked onto him.
Qin Changsheng’s body stiffened slightly. He jerked his head upward and looked at the figure in the sky.
“Laibao!”
Qin Changsheng cracked a grin, stuck out a snake-like tongue, and licked his somewhat dry lips. His pitch-black pupils instantly turned into vertical, emerald-green slits.
Watching the transformation, Mo Fan narrowed his eyes and gave a cold humph. “Qin Changsheng, you were once a disciple of the Great River Academy, yet now you mingle with these Witch Clan people and have turned into something neither human nor ghost!”
“Toad demon, spare me your preaching!”
Mo Fan’s words struck Qin Changsheng’s sore spot directly. His face instantly twisted into a ferocious snarl as he roared at Mo Fan, “Everything this Qin is today is thanks to your demon race!”
“You merely had slightly better luck than this Qin. What right do you have to stand high and mighty before this Qin?”
Qin Changsheng bellowed at Mo Fan. Then blood qi soared from his body. He stamped his right foot fiercely against the ground and shot off the surface, charging straight at Mo Fan in mid-air.
“All the grudges of the past should indeed be settled now!”
“This time, this king will not give you another chance to revive!”
Seeing Qin Changsheng rushing towards him, Mo Fan’s tone grew even colder. Countless thunder serpents coiled around the Thunder God Spear in his hand. Then, together with Mo Fan, it turned into a bolt of lightning and vanished from its original spot!
BOOM!
In mid-air, a thunderclap resounded throughout the cavern. Mo Fan’s Thunder God Spear stabbed straight into Qin Changsheng’s chest. Countless thunderbolts raged across his body, seemingly about to tear him apart.
“Hahahaha… Laibao, so this is the extent of your methods?”
“Nothing impressive!”
Despite suffering a severe wound, Qin Changsheng laughed instead of showing anger. He extended a finger and uttered in a low voice, “Die!”
Whoosh!
A piercing sound rang out. A bone spike instantly pierced through Mo Fan’s chest.
Mo Fan’s eyes widened. He immediately kicked Qin Changsheng flying away and simultaneously freed himself from the finger-bone impalement.
Mo Fan did not lower his head to look at the bloody hole in his chest. Instead, he directly activated his regeneration divine ability and began repairing his injury.
He stared coldly at Qin Changsheng, only to see the opponent’s finger bones, which had extended several zhang in length, slowly retracting, soon returning to normal fingers. At the same time, cracks covered Qin Changsheng’s entire body.
These cracks were courtesy of Mo Fan, split open by the lightning from the Thunder God Spear.
“Toad demon, you really have grown stronger!”
Qin Changsheng raised his hand, glanced at his cracked skin, then gave a cold, sinister smile. His whole body instantly turned into a streak of blood light and charged at Mo Fan once more.
This time, Mo Fan swung the Thunder God Spear directly and smashed it viciously towards Qin Changsheng’s body!
He believed that Qin Changsheng was already at the end of his rope. With such grievous wounds, there was no way he could withstand this spear strike.
Yet contrary to Mo Fan’s expectations, Qin Changsheng revealed a strange, eerie smile. Then he opened his mouth, and his jaws split open enormously like a snake’s maw.
Whoosh!
Another piercing sound. A bone spike shot instantly towards Mo Fan.
Mo Fan’s eyes widened fully. He turned into a bolt of lightning and dodged aside. Even so, a bloody hole was left on his forehead, exposing the white bone beneath.
“You actually dodged it!”
Qin Changsheng’s sinister laughter rang out. At this moment, his body was covered in a layer of viscous fluid. He was completely naked, and the skin on his body had become even paler than before.
At the same time, behind him, a complete human skin covered in bloody marks drifted down from the sky.
Mo Fan looked at that human skin and discovered, to his shock, that it looked exactly like Qin Changsheng!
“You really have turned into a monster!”
Mo Fan frowned. He could not understand what kind of experience Qin Changsheng had gone through to end up in this ghastly state.
What made him even more wary was that the opponent seemed impossible to kill!
