Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone-Chapter 1411 - 643: Death Stone Tablet

Them? Who?

Cang Ze was a bit dumbfounded.

Firstly, he thought his cultivation wasn't low, yet he had not sensed a single fluctuation;

The other reason is...

Cang Ze saw tension on the face of Po Luo, who was the great Lord, an embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, and an existence that living beings could not challenge, in this figure that human experts mockingly referred to as the Heavenly Dao Worm.

The Lord would be nervous?

What kind of powerful enemy could it be?

Cang Ze looked again at Zhihui, who was slowly hovering and whose body was trembling violently, with a newfound dread in his eyes, fully prepared to flee.

"Hmph!"

Po Luo's body left the water surface.

The intertwining snake tails flicked lightly, and a sword blade sliced across the sky, striking towards the unseen place.

This sword blade seemed to sever a rope.

Zhihui, who was hovering, fell heavily onto that solitary boat.

Zhihui awoke from unconsciousness, his eyes filled with immense terror, his face pale as paper, trembling like a sieve, and his Primaordial Spirit continuously groaning.

"Lord... save me, Lord!"

"Shut up."

Po Luo responded coldly, and the air of 'invincible loneliness' from moments ago was nowhere to be found.

Both of Po Luo's heads lifted simultaneously, looking towards a certain part of the sky.

Cang Ze and a few experts exchanged glances, each shaking their heads.

None of them had sensed the existence of any enemy.

The quiet lingered for a moment.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Zhihui clutched his chest and screamed, black blood streaming from all seven orifices, with black spots appearing all over his body.

Po Luo, with a total of four hands, raised two left arms at this moment, clutching and pulling forward, as if tearing a thread.

Zhihui's scream abruptly ended.

But in just that moment, Zhihui looked absolutely pitiful, like a delicate flower struck with blight.

Cang Ze hurriedly said, "Lord, where is the enemy?"

Po Luo did not answer, merely gazing into the depths of the sky, as various treasures began to slowly materialize around him, each one a rare spiritual treasure, and even some long-lost ancient heavy treasures.

This time, it was only a brief interval before the third wave of attack descended.

Zhihui suddenly raised a hand, covering his mouth forcefully, his body twisting like a pretzel, his eyes bulging out vehemently.

Po Luo squinted slightly, pointing a finger at Zhihui, and a treasure umbrella shielded him.

But the treasure's emitted treasure light had no effect.

Zhihui lowered his head, spewing blood uncontrollably, his internal organs seemed to dissolve, and his contorted body was exuding countless droplets of blood, with strands of long hair falling off in patches.

With a mournful cry, she shouted, "Lord save me! I don't want to die!"

Po Luo pointed his finger again, and Zhihui's Primordial Spirit was blasted backward, revealing a rainbow-colored ribbon behind it.

The ribbon descended from the void, falling into the other side of the void.

That was the Great Path that Zhihui depended on for her longevity, and also the cause of her disaster now.

Every tremor of this Great Path intensified the twist of Zhihui's body and Primordial Spirit a bit more; the Great Path was supposed to be smooth and full, but this one was like a cracked bamboo tube, with cracks appearing across it from which thorns continuously flew out.

Zhihui continued screaming in agony.

Cang Ze and the few other experts watched this scene with pale faces.

An attack from the Great Path...

This was beyond their understanding.

Zhihui's scream had changed from "Lord save me" to "Let me die," a testament to the intensity of the suffering.

An expert asked in a trembling voice, "What on earth is happening?"

"Shut up," Cang Ze scolded with a frown.

Above, Po Luo suddenly sneered, casually saying, "You want to avenge her yourself? Then I won't let you have your way."

He pointed his finger again, a beam of rainbow-colored immortal light fell, piercing through the Zhihui Immortal's forehead and Primordial Spirit, turning her body and soul into ashes, drifting away with the wind on that small boat.

Afterward, there was no further anomaly.

Po Luo descended with a somber face, the snake tail soaking in the great lake while both faces on his upper body were contemplating simultaneously.

Cang Ze and the others stood with lowered heads in the distance, deeply shocked in their hearts.

They harbored some unpleasant speculations.

Perhaps this was because Zhihui had accepted too many benefits from the Heavenly Dao, resulting in her Great Path being implanted with some kind of hidden danger, now erupting.

Or possibly, was the Lord deliberately putting on a show for them? Creating fear of an unknown enemy to make them obedient?

However, what Po Luo said next transitioned their shock into astonishment.

"Summon the leaders and elders of the Hundred Races, the situation has worsened."

"The calamities are merging, with the Mechanical Demon teaming up with the Calamity of the End, they will arrive in the Immortal Realm within a few decades, we must seize these decades to slay and subdue enough experts of the Human Race."

"Hei Yao, you don't have much time left, hasten your pace, or I'll bring more helpers for you."

Merging Calamities?

What, does it mean?

...

At the same time.

Void Boundary, Ship of the End.

Wang Jixuan stared blankly at the projected figures appearing before him, turning to look at the few shadows by his side.

It was these shadows who had just demonstrated for him the proper way to utilize the Death Path, using the Death Path to create a Stone Plate, on which he wrote Zhihui's name, recording this person's Daoist Principles, Daoist charm, and Qi.

Then, the Stone Plate shook three times, and Zhihui's apparition came forth.

Master Wang grinned broadly.

Can it actually work this way?

So if he writes down the likes of Cang Ze, Hei Yao, and Huang Langyu, can he annihilate these experts from afar?

The shadow, learning of Wang Jixuan's thought, responded with a cheerful chuckle:

"That depends on whether the other side is weak enough, like this woman, her cultivation is unsubstantial, lacking many self-acquired Tao, and the Tao Foundation is unstable, while she is also currently injured.