Void Cultivation-Chapter 270

Grey felt an impending danger rising within him. If he reacted even a single second too late, his life would be over before he even realized it. Without hesitation, he instantly activated his battle armor.

Thin purple sparks appeared out of thin air, weaving themselves together into a suit of armor around his body. The armor looked illusionary, almost as if it did not exist on the same plane of reality as they did. It flickered faintly, like a mirage struggling to stay anchored to the physical world.

The moment his battle armor fully manifested, Grey felt the icy chill that had been pressing against his body and mind thaw slightly. His spirit perforations roared to life, vibrating with suppressed power, while the heavenly fire within his core burned brighter, sending warm pulses of energy throughout his meridians.

Without wasting even a single second, Grey dashed forward like a blur of purple lightning. His body left behind faint afterimages as he pushed his speed to its absolute limit. The wind howled past his ears, and the world around him seemed to slow under his perception.

However, the time his battle armor could remain manifested in the real world was extremely limited, and the number of spirits appearing was increasing with every passing breath.

Instead of dashing off blindly, he adjusted his direction and ran toward the captain, who was the closest ally to him.

Less than one hundred meters away, the captain stood like an unyielding pillar against the overwhelming cold aura spreading across the battlefield. She exuded an intense, bone-deep chill that resisted the pressure released by the spirits. Her face was slightly pale, but the sharp battle intent burning in her eyes made it clear she was far from being defeated.

With a violent thrust of her spear, several spirits were instantly pierced through. Black, malevolent ghost entities tried to devour the cold ghosts she fought, but the moment they clashed, they let out heart-rending, echoing screams before their bodies collapsed into dispersing black smoke.

The cold ghosts, however, were not stable entities. After each sweep of the captain’s spear, their bodies would shatter like broken glass, scattering into fragments of dark frost energy. Yet, in the very next moment, those shattered fragments would begin pulling themselves back together, reforming into new bodies before pouncing again with relentless hunger.

As Grey ran toward her side, countless spirits turned their attention toward him as if sensing the vitality and spiritual fire burning within his body. They roared and lunged at him simultaneously.

But a sudden flash of black energy erupted around him.

The spirits that touched that black flash instantly dissolved into nothingness, their forms scattering like ash caught in a violent storm. Before they even had a chance to reform, they were ruthlessly absorbed by the captain’s spear energy, pulled into her domain like prey falling into an invisible vortex.

During this time, six breaths of time had passed.

Grey’s body could no longer fully endure the strain of maintaining the battle armor. With a soft crackling sound, the armor collapsed into thousands of purple sparks that drifted away like fireflies before flowing back into his body.

By the time Grey finally reached the captain’s side, his face was pale as paper. Blood trickled slowly from the corner of his lips, only to freeze almost immediately due to the extreme cold energy permeating the battlefield.

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After returning to the captain’s side, Grey felt the icy spiritual suppression pressing against his spirit perforations weaken slightly. In that brief moment of relief, another spirit perforation suddenly burst open within his spiritual sea.

That single breakthrough brought him even closer to the fiftieth spirit perforation, the threshold required to form his second ball of Spirit Fire.

However, this realization only deepened his sense of weakness.

For this mission, one ball of Spirit Fire was barely enough to keep him alive, much less allow him to actively participate in combat.

Although Grey could not clearly see Roxanne, he could hear the distant sounds of fierce combat echoing through the battlefield. Explosions of spiritual energy, screams of spirits, and the clash of weapons filled the air.

As for the captain, she continued thrusting her spear forward, her movements precise and ruthless. Black spear shadows bloomed like deadly flowers across the battlefield.

Grey could only stand on the sidelines and watch.

"My one ball of Spirit Fire is barely enough just to keep me alive in this battle...!" Grey muttered inwardly, his voice filled with frustration and self-loathing as he blocked another incoming attack from a spirit.

The spirit had five heads, and each head possessed a different face with different expressions, some crying, some laughing hysterically, others screaming in silent agony. The five faces made low, mournful moaning noises as they tried to claw at Grey with elongated, distorted fingers.

However, a purple sword made of condensed spiritual light suddenly materialized above him and slashed downward.

The five-headed spirit was instantly cut into dozens of pieces.

At the same time, a smaller spirit with eleven long, spider-like legs suddenly rushed toward him with terrifying speed.

Grey could only narrowly twist his body to dodge before driving his fist forward.

Although Grey was only in the initial stages of the Foundation Establishment Realm, his physical strength far exceeded cultivators at the same level. His muscles tightened like coiled steel springs as he released a powerful punch.

The impact sent the spirit flying backward twenty feet.

However, Grey himself was not unharmed. The backlash from the collision forced him to retreat four steps, each step leaving faint cracks in the frozen ground beneath his feet. More blood trickled from the corner of his lips.

"Damn...! I’m so useless," he spat bitterly, coughing out a mouthful of blood.

He immediately activated his speed again. His body suddenly swayed like a phantom as he rushed forward once more.

When he reappeared, he was already above the spirit with eleven legs.

With a cold snort, he drove his foot downward in a brutal stomp.

Although the spirit was extremely powerful, its body still collapsed under the sheer force of Grey’s attack, its bones and spiritual structure shattering under the pressure.

But before it died, it suddenly bit onto his leg, exhaling a wave of bone-chilling cold aura directly into his body.

Bang!

The spirit finally collapsed into black dust.

Grey immediately retreated back to the captain’s side while coughing violently and spitting out more blood.

The dense cold aura had already infiltrated his body and was slowly freezing him from the inside out, crawling through his meridians like icy worms.

Once again, his spirit perforations fell silent, and the bright burning flame of his Spirit Fire dimmed significantly.

But Grey could only grit his teeth and endure the pain bitterly, forcing himself to keep standing despite the freezing agony spreading through his body.