Chapter 690: Futile Struggle

Chapter 690: Futile Struggle

Following after Jizhi Zhimei, the beast cultivators Tier Master flew forth, Lao Hu roaring fearsomely as wings burst from its back. Shuhang Han scurried after her, terrified, and behind him came the rest of the combatants. Wan Lu handed out pills like candy. All the cultivators who took his pills surged with power and flew to the front lines, blasting out at incredible speeds. Likewise, Xi Sanji offered a few of the fighters her pills.

Before any fool could take one, Hui quickly ran to Xi Sanjis side and pointed her at the opposite army. Elder Sister, why dont you give them your pills instead?

Xi Sanji frowned. Theyre the enemy.New novel chapters are published on

Yes, precisely, Hui said, nodding. Your pills are demonic, but considered as poison, theyre heavenly! Recognize your talent and apply it correctly, damn it!

Xi Sanji narrowed her eyes at him. How are you alive? I killed you. And for that matter, how are you so old?

Hui cleared his throat, pointing at his neck. Elder Sister only cut my head off. You didnt feed me a pill. As for my age trade secret? He tipped his head and grinned.

Her eyes narrowed further. She harrumphed. Fine. Keep your secrets. Snapping her sleeve, she flew toward the enemy faction. Who wants some healing pills?

Hui nodded approvingly at her back. As it should be.

High above, Tseng Caihong and Jizhi Zhimei traded blows, moving far too rapidly to be seen. In the space of a breath, they each exchanged a thousand blows, bodies flickering as they dodged and attacked so fluidly as to become a dance. The gel and Tseng Caihongs heavy palm strikes eroded away the Hundred and Eight Layers, but with the barriers assistance, Jizhi Zhimei managed to pressure Tseng Caihong.

Clicking her tongue, Tseng Caihong jumped back. She cracked her neck left, then right. Power surged up from her core. Lifting a single finger, she gestured Jizhi Zhimei on.

Down below, Huis eyes widened. Exactly as I wanted but fuck, if she fights Jizhi Zhimei like that, my pitiful barrier wont hold up for long! Hands flying, he quickly scribbled another few talisman formulas on the air. With a flick of his hand, they flew toward Jizhi Zhimei.

Tseng Caihong, take this! Shuhang Han drew back his fist.

Huis eyes widened. He began to draw another barrier talisman, but internally, he lit a candle for Shuhang Han. That fool isnt even ninth stage, and he dares to challenge Tseng Caihong? Jizhi Zhimei is fast enough to dodge or deflect most of Tseng Caihongs blows, but he? Hes going to take a direct hit. My barrier cant save him.

Hundreds of the enemy cultivators fled with Hui, whether they ran toward the enemy or simply sprinted into the sky. Hui checked behind him, quickly scanning the other cultivators. Mostly music cultivators. Maybe a hundred sword cultivators, but mostly lower-ranked ones. Hmm, unfortunate. Still, its good to remove enemies from the equation. If the other side loses their support, thats still a win for us.

The mobile-game-looking sword cultivator brandished his swords. The ones that didnt fit in his hands spun around him wildly, trailing multicolored sparks. Stand strong!

Momentarily adopting the person whose face hed stolens voice once more, Hui cleared his throat. Sen Tier Master, watch out! Shes about to steal your potential!

Horror flashed over the Tier Masters face. He whirled around, raising his swords.

Tseng Caihong closed in on a random disciple in the distance, who barely had time to scream before her hand closed around their head. Gel enveloped their body, and their flesh turned resentment-demon-white.

The other sword cultivators looked at their Tier Master, then at the crumpled, ruined body of the cultivator Tseng Caihong had absorbed.

Hui glanced around him. Another voice would be better but whatever. He gasped loudly, using qi to accentuate his voice. Even the Tier Master is afraid? How can we stand a chance?

At that, some of the higher-level sword cultivators fled toward Huis army, faces pale. The magical cultivators Tier Master fled, and the rest of her Tier went with her. Even the demonic healers looked uncertain, and some of them faded out of sight, fleeing randomly.

Tseng Caihong lunged forward, reaching for another cultivator. Her army openly fled her, but no one could outspeed her. She absorbed another cultivator and took a deep breath, visibly relieved. The color burned bright in her eyes once more.

Hui turned, quickly taking stock of the battlefield. Tseng Caihongs army laid in tatters, most of its bulk either fled or turned to Huis side. Overhead, Jizhi Zhimei and the beasts Tier Masters dropped down toward Tseng Caihong, but the sword cultivator rushed to meet them, the demonic healers Tier Master at his side.

Everything is in place. My side has the advantage. Tseng Caihong is desperate. The time is now. Running his hand over his face again, he chose a different cultivators face and slipped in with the other sides warriors once more. This time, he said nothing, but instead worked his way back toward Tseng Caihong. She swooped down, searching for another victim. The other warriors fled, and Hui did as well, but slowly, feigning an injury. Her hand darted for him.

Hui spun. He grabbed her wrist, and with a flick of his other hand, called forth a portal. Come with me, Elder Sister, he said with a gentle smile.

Faster than blinking, the portal hurtled toward them. Tseng Caihong went to flee, but Hui swapped to his compressed crystal form and held onto her wrist with the full might of his cultivation. He only held her a second, but that second proved more than enough. The portal swallowed them, and they vanished.