The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 620 - 354: Entanglement
When they first stood up, they were somewhat unsteady, but their speed in the following moment was truly astonishing. Among those who participated in the encirclement and capture were many who were familiar with them, and they now shouted out in alarm:
"Ouch, Old He, what are you doing, you’ve scratched me!"
"Have you gone mad? Why are you charging at me with such force, aren’t you afraid of the young master’s punishment?"
"Ah! Come closer and I’ll cleave you!"
As soon as these four demons rushed into the crowd, they immediately started biting wildly. Those who reacted quickly drew their weapons to respond. However, these demons seemed oblivious to pain, continuing to slash and claw even when their limbs were chopped off, displaying a ferocity many times greater than usual. In the blink of an eye, another seven or eight people were bitten, and six or seven others were splashed with the green blood from the demons’ wounds.
The two White-robed Elders looked at each other, their expressions changing as they said: "Not good, the Plague Demon can control the dead, those who are injured must quickly amputate the wounded limbs, or one infection will lead to another!" This shout was conveyed through Divine Skills, audible to everyone present, but whether they could heed the warning was another question. For some, their luck was too bad; the injured areas were their abdomens and faces. How were they supposed to cut these off, to chop off their heads and bellies? Hesitating for just a moment, the wound immediately began to itch unbearably, and then itching infections rapidly spread over the entire body. These people quickly fell to the ground amid screams... If others were not ruthless enough to split them in half, within ten or so seconds, bodies already draped in green infections would rise up and start seeking out the bad luck of others.
Those splashed with green blood transformed into these biochemical zombies at a slower speed, but the horror of seeing a comrade who had fought shoulder to shoulder turn into a green-infected, rabid dog-like creature within just dozens of seconds was chilling. Especially since many had just severed their injured limbs in a desperate bid to survive. Now with their bodies in unbearable pain, where would their fighting spirit come from?
The battle in the field was a chaotic mix of scolding, cries of pain, and shouts of abuse. Yet the Plague Demon laughed coldly and slowly floated toward the man in brocade. The rainwater mixed with Holy Tree sap still sizzled with green smoke on its body and caused it tremendous pain, but this pain had been transformed into towering rage. The Plague Demon was originally an extremely ferocious demon, battered like a dog that lost its home by two groups of people in succession. Finally driven to frenzy, it had cast aside thoughts of escape and now only thought of viciously killing the people in front of it, to vent the frustration it suffered throughout the half-day.
The two White-robed Elders suddenly split apart, attacking from left and right. The Magic Artifacts in their hands were of high Grade and seemed resistant to the Plague Demon’s attacks. Still, they cautiously avoided making direct contact with the demon, evidently understanding that plague poison wasn’t so easily resisted even with Protective Gang Qi. Their swords were also bolstered with the Solidification Technique, which continued to torment the green smoke. The three fought together, and after only a short while, one of the White-robed Elders shouted: "Solidify!"
Bright white runes on the ground flashed, followed by a sudden burst of cold. The Plague Demon knew its stuff and immediately let out a piercing screech, trying to escape the rune-covered area. However, the Sword Qi from the two White-robed Elders crisscrossed, firmly trapping it in the center, unable to fly out.
After such a downpour, the air was already near saturation with moisture. Someone had secretly thrown an Ice Talisman array on the ground, immediately attracting countless vapors, and in an instant, a huge block of ice formed, firmly trapping the wisp of green smoke in the center. This was indeed a targeted move, as plagues have always loathed cold temperatures. Haven’t the North and South Poles been considered the cleanest places on Earth, where even a cold is hard to catch?
Thus the Plague Demon only managed to adopt a distorted posture before it ceased to move.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. At this point, the zombies in the field had mostly been eliminated. These creatures, controlled by the Plague Demon, had stood up to harm others but, having lost their intelligence, acted purely on instinct. Aside from the initial shock, they were not difficult to deal with as long as one remained cautious. Among those present, who didn’t have Divine Skills? Now that they knew decapitation was necessary to kill them, any attempts to chop off hands or feet were futile. However, this lesson had come at a great cost. After the White-robed Elders joined the ranks of clearing out the zombies, a final count revealed that only eight people survived, including the man in brocade, and two of them had each lost an arm and a leg.
Seeing that the battle was nearing its end, Ning Xiaoxian quietly said: "Is it over just like that?" The crowd always enjoys a spectacle and never thinks the bigger, the better.
