The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 623 - 355 Wind and Fire Tornado_2

It took a while, but the number of remaining Plague Seeds on the ground was becoming fewer and fewer. The man in brocade shouted, "Enough, withdraw the formation. It’s too noisy and attracts attention." At this moment, the rain had stopped and the sun was shining again, but curiously, a huge tornado lingered above the forest and was wrapped in layers of fire, truly eye-catching! The man in brocade’s concern was also understandable, as Chiming City was not far away, and such a big commotion could attract opportunistic foes.

Bai Songhan responded, quietly chanting a few phrases, and indeed, the incessant whirling of the tornado gradually came to a halt, eventually dissipating into a few wisps of breeze vanishing into thin air. If not for the surrounding mess, one would hardly imagine such formidable Divine Skills at play. A few talismans fluttered down from the sky, their colors and patterns much dimmer than before; he then collected these talismans back.

On the ground, several Plague Seeds were firmly nailed to the grass, ready to burrow in once the wind ceased. The White-robed Elder swiftly approached and methodically killed them one by one, and only then did his brothers land beside the man in brocade.

"Strange, isn’t the Plague Demon dead yet? Why don’t I feel Merit upon us?" The man in brocade dusted off his sleeves, expressing displeasure. The others exchanged wry smiles. Just now, the number of Plague Seeds was overwhelming, and it was uncertain how many there were exactly. With the tornado being so loud, it wasn’t surprising that a few had escaped. In hindsight, they had received the news too abruptly, without sufficient time for preparation before hastily entering the battle. Otherwise, they would have brought at least twice the number of people, including several more experts with strange techniques and superpowers.

Standing next to him, the White-robed Elder said, "My lord, the commotion caused by the Wind and Fire Tornado was huge, and with Miluo’s people originally nearby, if they follow it here, we might have trouble handling it. We better leave quickly."

The man in brocade sighed regretfully, "What a pity, the Plague Demon was so weakened, yet we still couldn’t kill it!"

Another subordinate flattered, "My lord, you are much stronger than Miluo. Just now, when he intercepted the Plague Demon, he was severely wounded!"

The man in brocade snorted coldly, "He really thinks himself extremely clever, enough to surpass me in every way? Ridiculous... No, he has many experts under him, how could they just let him get severely wounded? There must be some deception here, let’s leave quickly!" He had been eager to annihilate the Plague Demon earlier and hadn’t mulled over the reports submitted by his subordinates, but revisiting them now revealed the anomaly.

Before he could finish speaking, the muddy ground under their feet silently collapsed, and a small cluster of Plague Seeds emerged from the ground, opening their huge mouths and frantically wrapping around the ankles of the man in brocade and the White-robed Elder!

The man in brocade was right; the Plague Demon was not dead. The Wind and Fire Tornado was so large and powerful that it blocked everyone’s view, so no one saw a small cluster of Plague Seeds successfully burrow underground, silently lying in wait. The original number of Plague Seeds was massive; missing a mere few hundred went unnoticed.

Each Plague Seed was formed by it using up energy, and now they were severely weakened by ninety percent. The Plague Demon, holding a grudge against the man in brocade and refusing to rest until it had its revenge, targeted him. The White-robed Elder happened to be standing next to his master, thus also fell victim.

Only eight or nine hundred of this small cluster of Plague Seeds remained, nowhere near their initial sky-covering presence. However, enraptured by hatred, it struck with full force, entwining their bodies like a giant python, and over eight or nine hundred gaping mouths instantly began to gnaw fiercely. As the saying goes, Gather Sand to Form a Tower, Drop by Drop Pierces Stone. Individually, Plague Seeds posed little threat to Cultivators, but in larger numbers, they became truly terrifying, especially these mutants formed from the Origin Power of the Plague Demon.

Flashes of light erupted from their bodies, triggered by their Protective Gang Qi and various protective magic tools. However, the contamination effect of the plague poison on the magic tools was quite apparent, so this sequence of lights swiftly dimmed, resembling soap bubbles under the sun, bursting with a destructive beauty.

This sudden attack, from the Plague Seeds emerging from the ground to entangling the two men, happened in an instant. The man in brocade’s eyes showed immense shock because he clearly saw that perhaps because the Plague Demon resented him more, or perhaps because it aimed to capture the leader first, only a few Plague Seeds bit the White-robed Elder’s right ankle a few times, while the rest turned to deal with him!

The other White-robed Elder, eyes splitting with rage, roared, "Second brother!" He stepped forward without hesitation and with a sweep of his sword, clean cut off their right legs!

The brothers were deeply connected; his first reaction to the sudden attack was not to save his master but his own sibling. The White-robed Second Elder screamed in pain, yet knew his elder brother had done it for his sake, and therefore, bearing the pain, he activated his Divine Skills, and the bleeding from his feet immediately ceased. Thankfully, the blood was bright red, indicating that the plague poison hadn’t spread to his body, and the cut was timely.

However, when the brothers looked back at the man in brocade, they were both terrified beyond their wits. At this moment, where was the initially composed and graceful man in brocade? Almost half of his body was wrapped by green-purple Plague Seeds, presenting a sinister form. Ironically, he had many protective magic tools, and it would take quite a few moments for these Plague Seeds to completely corrode layer by layer.

Bai Songhan, not daring to be negligent, flicked his hands and released two streams of cold air onto the man in brocade. Although the cold might injure him, it could also freeze the Plague Seeds on him. Sure enough, after the white misty cold air swept over, the Plague Seeds froze into small ice balls, clinking as they fell to the ground.(To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)