Chapter 1496: If You Want to Die

Chapter 1496: If You Want to Die Zhou Ying scoffed. "Holywing, you say? Do you really think two chicken wings makes you an angel?"

"You dare!" the Holywing cultivator shouted. Two beams of silvery-white light shot out of his pupils. His wings unfurled, sending out a cascade of light. A frightening aura manifested around him.

"What, angered just by a few casual remarks?" Zhou Ying asked coolly.

The Holywing cultivator glared at her, saying not a word. Killing intent seeped out of his eyes; his smile was ice-cold.

"Do you really think you're impressive for having killed one of my clan during the qualifiers? He was middling at best."

"I pay off my debts and grudges alike. If you remain this recalcitrant, then I might as well send you on your way," Zhou Ying replied.

"[Avatar of the Fae: Earthbound Prison]!"

She released all her stored vitality at once, causing the ground to quake as thousands of jade-green wood dragons rushed out of the earth. Each dragon was about six hundred meters wide, with skin flecked with golden radiance.

"If you want to die that badly, I'll grant you your wish!" the Holywing cultivator shouted. He unrolled a scroll depicting a frightening apocalypse.

Within moments, the contents of that scroll transcribed themselves in reality. Stars fell from the heavens and the sun itself exploded, swamping Zhou Ying in destruction.

Layers of wood dragons provided enhanced protection against the calamity. As the stars fell, the wood dragons splintered and shattered in a shower of shards, but Zhou Ying's boundless vitality and natural energy allowed them to regrow quickly. Solar fire immolated everything in sight as mist and fog formed around the island—no, that was superheated steam.

However, the solar flames were unable to harm the golden wood dragons. Zhou Ying had absorbed a golden mulberry tree in the past, endowing her creations with impressive resistance against fire, even solar fire.

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Fang Yi was about to charge forward when Zhang Lie stopped him. "Zhou Ying should be able to handle this opponent on her own."

The more pressing matter was the cultivators that were gathering around the site of the phenomenon. They were all aware that Zhou Ying possessed some incredible treasure, and were poised to strike at any moment.

Zhang Lie said, "The more urgent thing at present is to focus on the other cultivators in order to prevent any accidents from occurring."

The scroll glowed with light. A dragon's visage appeared in view, tearing apart a swathe of the wood dragons.

"[Storm of Leaves: Void Cut]!"

Zhou Ying made her move, clutching her dagger in one hand. She slashed at the void with her black dagger, beheading the dragon.

The scroll quivered. The falling stars and the blazing sun that had exploded vanished from sight. The scroll rolled itself up. A golden spear appeared in his hand, surrounded by arcing bolts of lightning. This was an attack that combined the elemental forces of gold and lightning.

"This will send you on your way!" the white-haired Holywing cultivator shouted, transforming into a blur as the golden light to his back took on the form of wings. He closed in on Zhou Ying within moments.

The Holywings were blessed with wings from birth, and they were able to reach incredible speed with them. The white-haired Holywing cultivator was so fast that it went against common sense.

"[Storm of Leaves: Fourfold Void Cut]!"

Zhou Ying was completely suppressed in terms of speed, and she was barely able to defend herself in time. Zhou Ying gripped a dagger with each hand, and the tendrils growing out of her lower body wrapped around two more. The daggers slashed through the void, and all four converged on the same spot. Like a whirling dervish, she spun in a tight corkscrew.

The two cultivators shouted simultaneously as they used all the tools at their disposal to strike at each other. Lightning flashed; the void trembled.

"Reverberate!" The Holywing cultivator's wings exploded with killing intent, illuminating the sky. The silvery-white wings transformed into a pair of crossed swords that slashed forward.

"How strong!" Zhou Ying gasped. "[Avatar of the Fae: Worldbound Enclosure]!"

Zhou Ying summoned tens of thousands of wood dragons from the ground, enough to fill up the entire battlefield. They were thrice as thick as before, and their barkskin shone with metallic luster.

The silvery-white swords cut through the wood dragons like a hot knife through butter.

Zhou Ying's vitality and the wood dragons' rapid regeneration weren't particularly effective against the Holywing cultivator.

The Holywing cultivator was fast and possessed a pair of swords with a keen edge. He was chopping apart large swathes of wood dragons within moments, then flew past before they could regenerate.

Zhou Ying unleashed her ultimate abilities. "[Storm of Leaves: Sixfold Void Cut]!"

Each of her tendrils held a void dagger. The six daggers struck as one, forming a sixfold cut in the air.

"Die!" the Holywing cultivator shouted. Blood dripped down from the single horn that protruded out of his forehead and landed on his blades, imbuing them with potent energy.

The blades grew even more monstrous.

"Hm?" Zhou Ying felt a breeze blowing by her face. A lock of black hair had been sliced away from her head, and her temples had barely avoided a critical injury. Drops of blood dripped down her face.

She had sustained a minor injury; the sword energy had cut her skin.

Green motes of light shone across her body, dotting the air like fireflies, as she recovered in the blink of an eye.

"[Avatar of the Fae: Galaxybound Enclosure]!"

A titanic burst of vitality and natural energy erupted from her, turning Zhou Ying into a facsimile of a goddess of nature, the princess of the forests. Huge wood dragons emerged from underground, each the size of a skyscraper. The island was filled with wood dragons and instantly transformed into a thick forest.

The Holywing cultivator reared back in surprise. The dense foliage constrained his speed, and the wood dragons attacked him en masse. For the moment, he was trapped.

"Die!" the Holywing cultivator yelled out.

Lightning obliterated what lay before him.

A tremendous flood of energy transformed into a lake of lightning, drenching the wood dragons before exploding. The wood dragons cried out as their bark splintered and cracked.

They soared through the air and pierced through the lake of lightning, surrounding it and encapsulating it with their bodies.

The blue lightning, however, refused to be corralled. It whizzed back and forth. Snakes of blue lightning wriggled out from the cracks in the wood dragons' defenses and through the clouds.

The lightning charred the wood dragons black, but Zhou Ying continuously infused her vitality and natural energy into them. The wood dragons quickly shed off their charred bark as they came back to life.

The Holywing cultivator was far stronger than Yi Shenghan had been; they were completely incomparable. Heaven and earth cracked, and the lakewater evaporated wholesale. The entire island seemed as though it were about to be destroyed.