The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 483: Crisis Descends

Chapter 483: Chapter 483: Crisis Descends

The dense black light, akin to rolling clouds, enveloped the entire area of a hundred miles around the ruins of the Virtual Sky Sect.

It was like an overturned bowl, trapping everyone within the site of the Virtual Sky Sect.

However, at the moment, the square was exceptionally intense, and almost everyone was drawn into it, so for a time, no one realized what had happened.

“I’m going to kill you all! Kill all of you! I will take revenge for my son!” Zhao Zhenlong had gone mad, completely insane. Witnessing the horrific death of his eldest son with his own eyes but being powerless to stop it made Zhao Zhenlong’s eyes bulge with rage, losing all sense of reason.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Zhao Zhenlong manifested the Power of Demon Blood. Compared with Zhao Shenji, the potency of Zhao Zhenlong’s Power of Demon Blood was even more terrifying, as if a humanoid Demon God, every punch that was thrown could shatter a Heavenly Origin power.

Han Luoyun and Mu Hongchen teamed up, barely able to withstand the crazed Zhao Zhenlong.

It’s not that Zhao Zhenlong is more powerful than Han Luoyun or Mu Hongchen, but because Han Luoyun and Mu Hongchen weren’t giving it their all, they seemed a bit overwhelmed.

Under normal circumstances, either Han Luoyun or Mu Hongchen could fight toe-to-toe with Zhao Zhenlong.

If both of them go all-out, they could naturally defeat Zhao Zhenlong, but Zhao Zhenlong, in his madness and rage, might likely sacrifice his life to take down one of them.

“Did you ever anticipate today’s situation when you hurt my wife then?” Han Luoyun coldly said. All of a sudden, a purple phantom mountain appeared between the flips of his hands, and with the joist that could suppress the Nine Heavens, Zhao Zhenlong was smashed down with a thunderous sound.

Zhao Zhenlong’s body is covered in demonic qi, and even when hit by the purple mountain, he continues to roar out in madness.

Just as Zhao Zhenlong was about to use even more terrifying methods, a grey bird suddenly jumped out from above the roiling black cloud.

This grey bird emerged with a long cry, swooping down directly on Zhao Zhenlong like a meteor chasing the moon.

“Get out of my way!” Zhao Zhenlong’s eyes were completely reddened, he didn’t even look at the grey bird, and simply swung out an immensely fierce punch.

But the next moment, the grey bird rammed into Zhao Zhenlong, and its sharp beak fiercely jabbed into Zhao Zhenlong’s chest.

Zhao Zhenlong’s face distorted drastically, his vitality was suddenly diminished, as if he had lost all his energy, unable to move.

Han Luoyun and Mu Hongchen who were above, and several other people in the audience, all saw this scene and their faces drastically changed.

“It’s bad!” More and more people noticed the abnormality, as they looked up, they saw the sky shrouded in a thick layer of black clouds. A sense of uncertainty arising in the hearts of everyone.

Zhao Zhenlong fell to the ground with a thud, the grey bird seemingly sucked all the power from Zhao Zhenlong’s body, flapping its wings, and flew back into the rolling black clouds.

At the same time, amidst the dense layer of clouds, more and more birds stealthily appeared, all flashing a pair of greedy silver eyes, staring at the humans below.

“Retreat quickly!” Han Luoyun cried out. Upon hearing this, Yang Jianye who had been fighting He Qiannian immediately withdrew.

He Qiannian didn’t want to fight anymore and when he saw the changes happening here, he immediately swooped to the side of the people from Hazy Sect, his eyes alertly fixed on the scene above.

“What on earth is happening?” someone asked in panic, but no one could answer.

At the moment, everyone on the scene had absolutely no idea what was happening.

“Your Majesty!!!” The members of the Yun Country royal family surrounded Zhao Zhenlong, their faces filled with anxiety.

Zhao Zhenlong had not died, but all his strength, whether it be Inner Strength or the Power of Demon Blood, was sucked away by the strange gray bird, and no longer existed in him.

In other words, Zhao Zhenlong was now crippled.

Splat!

Zhao Zhenlong spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood. In just a blink of an eye, he seemed to age by ten years. His face was filled with sorrow and despair.

His son was dead, and he himself had become a cripple in the blink of an eye. This enormous blow left Zhao Zhenlong in utter despair.

“Look! What’s that?” someone cried out. Everyone looked up and took a cold breath of air. Even the most powerful figures on the scene had fear in their eyes.

A pair of cold, unfeeling eyes opened in the rolling black cloud, devoid of any vitality as if like a God was looking down from on high, overseeing the world.

“After waiting for so long, I can finally be resurrected.” The deafening voice resonated, causing some of the weaker Martial Artists to scream as they fell to the ground, their ears bleeding.

Fang Lin’s eyes were solemn as he stared intently at the eyes within the black cloud, feeling a sense of unease in his heart.

Apart from those eyes, the most numerous in the black cloud were those strange grey birds, there were countless of them, perhaps even thousands or tens of thousands at a glance.

The thought that even a strong person like Zhao Zhenlong couldn’t withstand these grey birds made everyone’s scalp numb, their faces showed despair.

For a moment, everyone turned their eyes to the several big figures in the field, pinning all their hopes on them.

However, whether it was Han Luoyun, Yang Jianye, or He Qiannian, and Mu Hongchen, their faces were extremely gloomy. They had high cultivation, but could feel even more clearly how terrifying the pressure was from the pair of eyes in the sky.

Han Luoyun and the others had never felt so insignificant before, like ants. The person behind those eyes only has to stretch out a finger, and all of them could be instantly crushed.

The gap!

Even though they had no contact, Han Luoyun and the others could feel an unimaginably huge gap. It seemed that they had no room or power to resist, and their only choice was to submit.

“Break out!” Some Independent Martial Artists, in their panic, rushed towards the outskirts of the Virtual Sky Sect. As a result, they crashed into a layer of black light and instantly died in agony, their bodies turning into a pool of black water on the ground.

Seeing this, the hearts of those who were also planning to flee turned cold. They were completely trapped.

“You’re lucky, as I don’t like to kill. I will only take your power. As long as you bow before me and not resist foolishly, I will spare your lives.” The voice rang out again, bringing with it an irresistible tone.

“Who the hell are you?” Yang Jianye asked through gritted teeth.

“Hehe, I am the last leader of the Virtual Sky Sect, but also the one who will restore it to its former glory. After today, the Virtual Sky Sect will rise again.” The voice said, filled with madness.

On hearing these words, everyone was greatly shocked. This guy turned out to be the last Sect Hierarch of the Virtual Sky Sect.