Chapter 1376: Chapter 1377: Lost a Pair of Legs
The Spider Woman roared furiously, her eight long legs wrapped in dark green threads. Any force that touched them would instantly dissolve and vanish without a trace.
The bait could not be lost. Threads of pure white coiled and encircled the six senior cultivators, binding them firmly.
The white threads were non-toxic and harmless, their only attribute being an unparalleled toughness. It was clear that she was extremely cautious, afraid of harming the six cultivators.
“We can’t let her take them away!”
“Break her legs!”
Li Xiaobai shouted furiously. The golden, giant staff in his hands danced and twirled, casting out jet-black sword beams that smashed fiercely upon the Spider Woman’s pristine white legs.
“All Heaven Twelve Divine Fiends!”
Above the heavens, the chessboard manifested once more, frantically unleashing terracotta soldiers towards the charge.
“Fight!”
Yitilou clenched his fists into a seal, his aura growing increasingly intense, radiating like a miniature sun. The great radiance was balanced and harmonious, yet each punch carried an incomparably ferocious energy. Among this strength, faint traces of Immortal Yuan Energy lingered, but there was also a strange, unfamiliar feeling.
The power contained within his body was gradually transforming into a primordial force yet unseen. It marked great progress and signified the possibility of igniting the Three Divine Flames, shattering the void, and ascending to the Upper Realm.
Using himself as a blazing sun, he charged through the chessboard battlefield, complementing Yan Zuzi’s All Heaven Twelve Divine Fiends technique.
“Petty tricks. Clever, perhaps—but ultimately nothing more than the games of a child, unworthy of the stage.”
The Spider Woman snapped her fingers lightly, instantly shattering one of the terracotta soldiers. Though these soldiers seemed indestructible in form, their cultivation level during life was only within the bounds of the Saint Realm. It could not transcend its limitations and offered no match for her.
“Technique of Prosperity and Decay!”
Beichen Feng seized the moment, forming a seal spell. In the blink of an eye, the shattered terracotta soldier recovered, its fierce spirit boiling over.
Meanwhile, the surface of the Spider Woman’s long legs became tainted with an aura of decay, which kept corroding them. Purple and black threads of energy climbed and wrapped around her legs, spreading ever higher. This was the Technique of Prosperity and Decay, a mastery over vitality and the manipulation of the Aura of Death.
“Die!”
“Extinction!”
The Spider Woman softly uttered a few words. All the deathly aura wrapped around her was instantly purged as if melted by snow and ice. Instead, an inexorable and overwhelming deathly fog appeared upon Beichen Feng’s body, enveloping him tightly.
“A reversal of life and death from the pigs’ pen of the Lower Realm is but a minor trick. Who cares whether the pigs or sheep live or die?”
The Spider Woman sneered coldly. Her disdainful words dripped with mockery as she extended a slender hand into the void, attempting to grasp the six senior cultivators in her clutches and take them away. But as she made the grab, something felt dreadfully amiss. Turning her head sharply, her frighteningly wide smile faded from the spider’s face. Inside the white-threaded cage, an elderly man with snow-white hair had quietly appeared.
The six young men and women had vanished without a trace!
“Haha, who would’ve thought this old man still has the opportunity to exchange blows with the lofty Immortal Gods? I must say, it’s quite the honor!”
With a cheerful smile, Zhang Liancheng remarked gleefully, having just swapped out the six juniors. In the Central Origin Realm, there was nothing he couldn’t replace.
“Courting death!”
The Spider Woman shrieked sharply. The white-threated cage rapidly transformed before their eyes into a deep green structure, shrinking and compressing at incredible speed, attempting to crush Zhang Liancheng into a bloody pulp.
“Swiftly!”
Unperturbed, Zhang Liancheng tapped the dragon-headed cane in his hand on the ground. His figure instantly vanished into thin air, replaced by a thousand-pound boulder that dropped to the ground. Ensnared by green threads, it was ground into dust and scattered to the wind.
When he reappeared, he was already beside Li Xiaobai.
“Well done, old man!”
“An old blade has not dulled. Back during the battle at Ice Dragon Island, I could already tell you weren’t an ordinary figure. Today, it’s proven indeed!”
Liu Jinshui laughed heartily, raising his thumb in admiration of Zhang Liancheng. Though the situation hadn’t changed, and they still hadn’t escaped the tiger’s maw, they relished the moment’s defiance—watching the Immortal Gods embarrassed was, in itself, a rare spectacle.
“Junior Brother, the power of the Immortal Gods is unfathomable. I fear this may be our end.”
Fourth Senior Brother Yang Chen spoke somberly.
“If death means liberation, so be it. In the next life, free from others’ control, we can walk our own paths. That’s the true pursuit of people like us!”
“I cherish cultivation, but above all, I cherish freedom!”
The group maintained a stoic demeanor. Despite knowing their fate was sealed, there was no trace of sorrow—only a faint, comforting sense of release.
Having fully uncovered the secret of the Central Origin Realm and Immortal Gods Realm, they understood their existence was reduced to fragments; this was why their cultivation advanced so quickly. Even without deliberate effort, their internal power had grown rapidly—all to ultimately serve the Immortal Gods.
They were livestock, fattened only to become tastier when the time to slaughter arrived. To realize this truth was a torment no soul could endure.
“Fear not, Senior Brothers and Sisters. The cracks above the sky are slowly healing. When they are restored, no matter how powerful the Immortal Gods may be, they’ll have no choice but to retreat back to the Immortal Gods Realm.”
Li Xiaobai urged, recognizing the deathly resolve in their eyes.
These individuals refused to be puppets controlled their whole lives. They’d rather die than endure the torment of fragmentation within their bodies. Even if they survived, they wouldn’t choose a disgraceful existence.
“If Junior Brother survives this battle, ensure that you avenge us!”
Su Yunbing spoke calmly, wielding her enormous hammer with battle intent surging.
“Don’t grieve, Junior Brother. Immortal Gods reign above us, manipulating all beings like puppets. To rise and resist is the only proof of our existence here!”
Second Senior Sister Su Yunbing also nodded in agreement.
“You seem to understand well. But with such understanding, you should know that the pigs in the pen, and their life and death, are within our control!”
The Spider Woman’s voice turned chilling as she extended a delicate hand and made a swift movement. All six were instantly captured in her demonic claws.
Nearby, Zhang Liancheng attempted his technique again, trying to swap out the group, but his flickering form failed. Instead, he appeared before the Spider Woman herself. The surging dark green aura immediately devoured both his legs. The power of space erupted violently around him, and Dragon Qi from his yellow robes empowered him to escape.
In the flash of an instant, the six senior cultivators were captured. Zhang Liancheng lost his legs and was left with only his upper half, sheltered behind Xiao Lao Di.
“The Central Origin Realm truly produces remarkable talents. Aside from the few from long ago, it’s surprising to see a swordsman and an expert in space manipulation among the present crop. For mere livestock, you all hold promise!”
The Spider Woman taunted.
To her, space manipulation was nothing more than a trifling trick. Being swapped earlier was merely a moment of carelessness. Now that she was fully focused, Zhang Liancheng was no longer capable of swapping anyone.
“Damn it! Carelessness… This poison is consuming my flesh and blood. Set me down, or the toxic aura will contaminate you as well!”
Zhang Liancheng exclaimed.
“Old man, can you replace that Spider Woman? Let’s plan an ambush to trap her!”
With time of the essence, Xiao Lao Di let him go—it wasn’t a moment to waste on emotions. Preserving combat capability was vital.
“Her cultivation is too high, though she appears to be suppressing her power somewhat. I can only swap once. It needs to be used wisely. Come closer.”
Zhang Liancheng’s vitality rapidly declined. The venom of an Immortal God was incurable; he knew his fate was sealed.
Xiao Lao Di listened carefully, his expression visibly shifting. After hearing the old man’s plan, he hesitated in silence. “Are you certain?”