Chapter 1130: Chapter 685
Eryao declared: Kill everyone with Evil Qi, and for those without it, cripple their cultivation!
Then, start by practicing on the Sect Leader and the Elders!
The Sect Leader of the Invincible Sect and the more capable Elders realized an overwhelming force of lightning was converging directly on them!
The Invincible Sect Master… seriously, a zebra? Is she being overestimated? After all, she’s still just flesh and blood!
If one were to ask: sure, she’s older, a little smarter, a little more competent, and granted, she does hold power. But even so, as a dignified Sect Leader, why does the enemy not kill her subordinates first?
Doesn’t the enemy know the principle of “capture the leader to corner the troops”?
Is it possible that in this day and age, divine beasts are smarter than people?
Comparing to others truly makes one furious. After years of being a pirate, why has he never been able to steal a Divine Beast Egg?
The Sect Leader doesn’t lack for Magical Treasures or Spiritual Pets; however, her cultivation relies on Evil Arts, not the proper way of nurturing a living entity and forming a contract. Instead, it revolves around Soul Nurturing, which involves not only the souls of this demonic beast but also the souls of cultivators.
This Soul Nurturing method essentially enslaves souls, turning them into mere tools and chess pieces for her. Ultimately, it amounts to a one-sided act of servitude—far removed from equal contracts, hardly a master-servant contract, essentially deploying a low-grade servitude contract!
At this moment, a majority of her ghostly powers were rendered useless, and many of the eerie Magical Treasures she possessed couldn’t be activated either!
It deeply weakened her abilities, leaving her stifled and indignant—already so suffocatingly restricted! And now she faces such unfair treatment: to be struck by thunder until her entire being is shattered, right in front of her disciples, with the intent to bury her in the endless sea!
The Sect Leader is certainly in a dire situation, but her abilities still surpass those of the Elders. Yet, her downfall comes first, followed by the misery of the Elders!
Simply put: the more capable one is, the faster they die. Watching those colossal lightning strikes descend—how many does it take before they’re reduced to ashes, their souls obliterated!
After all their cultivation, to end up dead like this—it’s maddeningly unfair! But does indignation make a difference?
Right now, this is the infuriating reality. It’s not the weak who die quickly, but those with greater abilities. Is there no justice in this world? Why is misfortune raining so heavily?
Did they fail to consult the almanac before stepping out to work today? Life has always gone smoothly before; perhaps they forgot to pray before heading out, and now it seems the sect is bound for extermination!
At this time, the Sect Leader and Elders completely forgot about the sect’s ancestors. Even if an ancestor emerged from seclusion, by then, they might already be dead. It’s not for lack of confidence—seeing those massive bolts of lightning striking down on their heads, it’s impossible to remain hopeful through the pain!
Their very hearts are aching!
All they can feel is pain throughout their bodies, as if their lives are being returned to their parents!
The Sect Leader no longer cares for the Elders and the ordinary disciples; if she doesn’t fight back with all her might now, she could end up the first to die.
She never imagined that sitting in the Sect Leader’s seat would expose her to such an unabashed beating, with no ability to resist?
Did venturing into the martial world really lead to this?
Eryao watched bolt after bolt of thunder strike down, attacking the Sect Leader through their Formation. With each massive lightning strike targeting her directly, she remained its center. If she didn’t use powerful Magical Treasures to counter, a single bolt would shatter her to pieces!
Eryao possessed unshakable confidence. Who was she, after all?
Heavenly Thunder was nothing to her. The lightning techniques she conjured—that was the Divine Dragon Spell, a legacy technique of the Divine Dragon. Back when she was the Snow Dragon, the thunder tree within that legacy wasn’t nearly as powerful!
Previously, it could only summon thunderstorms and rain, but now lightning could carry snow and ice, vastly increasing its destructive force!
The ordinary disciples, watching the lightning rain down continuously on the Sect Leader and the Elders, could feel the pain themselves. At close range, the immense power was apparent, forcing them to use all their strength to form layers of defensive light shields over their bodies!
Those disciples wanted to stay away from the Sect Leader and Elders, already secretly realizing that the enemy intended to kill the strongest ones first. Why not kill the weaker ones first?
Terrified, they thought: once all high-abilities cultivators are killed, then low-abilities cultivators will be completely at the mercy of others!
While those with higher abilities might live longer and enjoy hundreds of years of cultivation, they’d worked tirelessly or savored joys for centuries!
To possess such profound abilities yet now face death is deeply unsettling. Those with greater abilities are always more reluctant to die, but this isn’t about reluctance—it’s about lacking the strength to fight back!
The less powerful ones are generally younger, some only a few decades old, or even in their twenties—they feel as though they’ve barely lived enough. Now, with the Sect Leader and Elders facing death, their turn is imminent.
At this moment, witnessing the Sect Leader and Elders being one-sidedly defeated by the enemy, they had no ability to join forces!
All they could do was watch the Sect Leader and Elders being struck repeatedly—electric bolts landing upon their bodies as they desperately deployed Magical Treasures in defense, yet still couldn’t avoid being struck continually.
On the Sect Leader and Elders, their Vestment Robes—which were of such high quality—were battered repeatedly and appeared on the verge of destruction!
Not only were the people about to be ruined, but Magical Treasures were being destroyed one by one. The most significant loss was the Soul Chess Pieces embedded within their Magical Treasures, which were obliterated.
The Sect Leader was heartbroken! After living for hundreds of years, she had hoarded so many Magical Treasures—watching her accumulated possessions fall apart piece by piece, her anguish was unbearable!