Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 327 - 269: Revealing the True Form, Fierce Battle!
The group stared at the small White Deer behind the barrier, each one showing a slight change in their expressions.
"It’s really a Spirit Body!"
The Fifth Brother widened his cross-eyed gaze, his eyeballs converging into what looked like two little black beans, his expression filled with immense joy.
Especially seeing the lively expression of the small White Deer, it was truly wondrous.
"It’s truly a marvel of creation!"
The Eighth Brother, with a hand resembling a chicken claw, pointed at the little deer, his face full of amazement.
The Wood Spirit cautiously retreated, having understood the expressions on the group’s faces, it saw the greed laid bare.
"Oh..."
After it let out a call, Qing Wan’s face changed.
"They’re after me. Find a chance to leave."
The leader, Miao Zuesen, stepped forward, touching the barrier blocking everyone. His slender hand surged with Spiritual Power as it began to clash constantly with the barrier’s strength.
"Together now!"
Luo Yuqi shouted before stepping forward as well, pressing against the barrier, his Spiritual Power steadily corroding it.
The remaining four stopped watching and hurried forward.
"Oh!"
A loud cry echoed, the Wood Spirit’s clear eyes replaced by anger, a pure and sacred light burst forth in all directions, its body instantly splitting into starlight.
The barrier disappeared, and the small deer disappeared as well, leaving the six of them momentarily stunned.
But in just an instant, the mountains began to shake, a massive noise startling everyone.
"The mountain moved."
The Fifth Brother’s cross-eyes widened in shock, he cried out.
In the eyes of the six, the mountains continuously rose, and when they stood upright, they seemed like a terrifying hand from nature itself, with people being like mere grains of sand before it.
Destroy it!
The six of them exchanged glances and then soared into the sky.
At this time, six White Dragons appeared one after another, descending toward each person with fangs and claws, followed by the agile figure of Han Yu.
"Don’t meet it head-on. It’s Divine Fire."
After the leader, who had been caught unaware before, reminded them, his Spiritual Power transformed into a barrier like the Wood Spirit, enveloping the White Dragon charging at him.
The others followed suit, deploying barriers one by one and rushed at it.
"It’s useless!"
The first to speak was the Fifth Brother, his barrier was the first to ignite, the transparent wall unable to contain the White Dragon. In just a blink, it had been burned through, creating holes.
"Split apart and lure it to explode in the sky."
Seventh Brother He Dashi’s barrier was the second to ignite, no matter how he maintained his Spiritual Power, the flames on the White Dragon seemed like a relentless pest, continuously devouring his Spiritual Power.
In an instant, the six figures scattered, flying into the sky, with the White Dragon following closely behind.
In mid-air, the six of them each took out Pills and ate them, then with a gesture, their Spiritual Power erupted with violent force, crushing towards the White Dragon.
The sound of explosions constantly echoed, as six giant fireworks bloomed in the sky.
"Damn it!"
After dealing with the White Dragon, Luo Yuqi cursed under his breath.
This bunch of trash couldn’t even buy us this much time.
Though he kept saying ants could kill an elephant, he didn’t actually believe that over a hundred Divine Gaze Realm practitioners could kill this monster.
Yet even so, they shouldn’t have been wiped out so quickly.
At this moment, his fear of Han Yu rose to a new height.
This guy is just too monstrous, wielding three types of Divine Techniques, each extremely powerful, and as if that weren’t enough, his physical body is absurdly strong, leaving no chance for cultivators of the same realm.
If you fought from a distance, his Divine Techniques could beat you into submission, and if by chance he got up close, the frail body of a cultivator wouldn’t be able to withstand his punches.
The perfect situation had changed due to Han Yu’s appearance.
Watching the Spirit Body enter the mountains undergoing some unknown transformation, now this troublemaker had come too.
"Leave five to deal with him, and send one to handle that mountain."
Luo Yuqi steadied himself and quickly instructed his fellows.
On the other side, as soon as Han Yu landed, he saw the towering giant hand, and he was utterly astonished.
Man, his own Earth Divine Power was like child’s play in comparison.
Even if he exhausted all his Divine Power Energy, he couldn’t create a hand one-tenth the size of the opponent’s.
"These fools have finally pushed the Wood Spirit to the brink."
The Artifact Spirit shook its head and spoke in the Sea of Consciousness.
"All together!"
From above came a loud shout from Luo Yuqi, and in an instant, five torrents of spiritual power surged down.
Han Yu flicked his finger, and layers of earth walls rose from the ground, stacking up to form a defense in front of him.
"If you value your lives, retreat at least ten miles."
Glancing back at the pale-faced little girl and the trembling villagers, Han Yu quickly spoke up.
Regardless of their abilities, once the fight began, they wouldn’t be able to stop it,
seeing the shock waves shattering one earth wall after another, Han Yu instantly shot into the air, summoning sixteen massive hands. These hands scooped up the villagers in batches, swiftly traveled through the mud, and carried them several miles away before dispersing.
"Damn, the Wood Spirit owes me a huge favor now."
With no more restraints, Han Yu unleashed his full strength, causing twelve white dragons to descend around him. He reformed eight hands and launched them, while he charged straight towards one of the figures.
"Bring out the magical treasure!"
The Eighth Brother shouted, taking off his medicinal box, which flew into the air and instantly transformed into a large, pitch-black box. As the white dragons approached, the box opened wide.
It created a massive suction force, pulling the white dragons inside. Seeing this was effective, the box launched again, catching three more, but just as it was about to catch the fourth, it suddenly began to thrash about.
It was the magical treasure’s trace of spirit, resisting.
It had reached its limit.
The Eighth Brother, his face changing with fear, quickly flew the box high up before reopening it, releasing endless white flames.
"Let me!"
The Seventh Brother revealed a set of blackened teeth, grunted deeply, and a small item flew out from his hemp robe. It expanded in the wind, revealing itself to be a medicinal basket.
"Imperial Decree!"
The basket expanded further, then turned upside down towards two of the white dragons.
"Bring the blade!"
The bald-headed Sixth Brother waved his hand, and a small sickle flew from his sleeve, growing ever larger as it rushed towards the white dragon to kill it.
Miao Zuesen’s face hardened, and his two slender hands suddenly broke apart, expanding in mid-air to reveal their true form, crafted from meteorite iron and gleaming with a dark luster.
No wonder his silhouette seemed so bizarre and unnatural; it turned out both his hands were replaced by magical treasures.
Faced with the oncoming white dragon, his iron hands showed no fear and clasped one tightly.
Luo Yuqi also spared no expense as a small furnace flew from his chest, instantly enlarging to the size of an Alchemy Furnace. When two white dragons entered, the entire Alchemy Furnace became intensely hot.
"Damn, these guys from Celestial City Peak are filthy rich! Each one has a magical treasure."
Han Yu’s mouth twitched at the sight; it was one thing for the others, but Luo Yuqi and Miao Zuesen clearly had magical treasures and fled without using them.
"Stop spacing out, that old guy over there is starting to assault the mountain."
The Artifact Spirit reminded him, and Han Yu looked up to see the last of the six, Fifth Brother Mao Butong, smashing the mountain repeatedly with a massive iron ball.
"Divide!"
With Fifth Brother’s command, the ball split into two, then four, then eight. These eight iron balls grew larger, smashing into the enormous mountain like meteors, sending debris flying everywhere.
"Buzz!"
The mountain let out an angry roar, seemingly echoing the Wood Spirit’s rage. As it rose, the grand and majestic hand slammed down, forcing Fifth Brother to retreat swiftly. The eight iron balls were unable to escape in time and were driven deep into the ground.
"Imperial Decree!"
Yet once more, after Fifth Brother sealed his power, they flew out again.
This old guy relied on his agility, navigating around the mountain, sometimes striking closely, sometimes floating far away.
"This Wood Spirit doesn’t seem to be familiar with the power of its own body, using only brute force."
The Artifact Spirit was frustrated, guessing that the Wood Spirit had never used its own body’s power since its birth, thus unfamiliar with it.
"There’s no choice, let’s deal with these five first."
Han Yu watched as the five magical treasures flew at him, his eight giant hands rising higher, the entire world shaking instantly...
