pjbooks Chapter 173 Demon Flower
Chapter 173 Demon Flower
The demonic spider went berserk and pounced on one of the people.
The cultivator reacted quickly, taking several steps back and taking out a magic weapon to trap the giant spider so that everyone could focus their fire and kill it.
To his surprise, the demonic spider did not rush in front of him. When the two were about two zhang apart, the spider's two forelegs plunged into the ground, and its whole body flipped over due to inertia, ending up upside down.
The man thought the other party was about to deliver a crushing blow, so he rolled backward, but unexpectedly, the red demon mask on the male spider's back lit up.
An eerie red light flickered, vaguely forming a menacing face that lunged at the man.
"not good!"
The cultivator panicked, frantically stacking defensive spells around his body, but they did nothing to stop the red light.
"What is this thing! Get away, get away!" He waved his hand, and the next moment, his whole body went limp.
The veterans cast their spells, but the male spider seemed to have the ability to foresee the future, dodging their attacks in advance. Countless spiritual energies collided with the bluestone bricks and the spider silk, disintegrating into specks of light.
"Old Umbrella, have any ideas? What is that thing?"
"It can even pass through spiritual energy shields, so it must be a soul-destroying treasure?"
Upon hearing this, the fear in the eyes of the cultivators vanished instantly, and their greed was almost visibly displayed on their expressions.
"Haha, we're about to strike it rich!" The group laughed wildly as they quickly moved and ran, instantly unleashing a barrage of firepower on the field...
It has been reduced by more than half.
Are you kidding me? What if you damage my precious divine soul treasure? This thing is worth more than a hundred or a thousand ghost spiders!
The battle suddenly fell into a strange stalemate. On one hand, countless spells were thrown at the male spider, but it easily dodged them all. On the other hand, several cultivators began to release some flashy but ineffective spells, taking it easy and saving their energy to try and get the credit.
The male spider charged forward, growing stronger with each battle, its abdomen growing larger and larger, appearing from a distance as if it were gathering all its strength.
At that moment, only one brave... hothead rushed forward.
If you call him brave, he's truly fearless.
He was indeed a bit slow-witted; he threw a fishing net magic artifact forward, trying to trap the demon beast.
I never thought spiders were such skilled web makers.
A fishing net was thrown over, but it hadn't flown far before it touched a spider web. The spider noticed it and ducked away.
"Hurry!" The man pointed a finger, his spiritual energy surging, and he used all his strength to control the fishing net as it fell downwards.
The spider intended to jump away, but suddenly its body stiffened, and it froze completely, remaining motionless in its dodging posture.
As the fishing net descended upon him, the cultivator was overjoyed, thinking he had accomplished a great feat for the day. He turned to the cultivators behind him and shouted, "Brothers, hurry up and cast your spells! My magic weapon won't last much longer!"
But everyone looked horrified, and some even turned and ran.
"What's wrong?"
He turned around and was so frightened that his legs trembled.
The male spider was broken.
Its back was completely shattered, and from within its enormous abdomen, a bewitching red flower slowly broke free from the bloodstains, exuding an air of purity rising from the mud.
This flower is enormous; a single petal could provide a romantic flower bed for a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. Its fragrance is like newly brewed grape wine, intoxicating all who behold it.
"What is this?"
None of the people present recognized it, except for Akame.
Her expression was grave as she said, "Senior, let's retreat first."
Old Umbrella didn't want to retreat, but remembering Zhong Ming's terrifying sword strike, he wondered if these two were disciples sent by the High Sect for training. It seemed they recognized what was in front of them.
He performed several backflips, dodging the intricate spiderweb-like defenses, and retreated into a small room, whispering, "Little girl, did you figure something out?"
“My master once told me about something called Cordyceps sinensis. It grows in places rich in spiritual energy and is a sacred substance that nourishes the soul and removes impurities. But this one is probably a variant. It is constantly killing and nourishes itself with the souls of living beings. It should be classified as an evil thing.”
She seemed a little unaccustomed to saying so much in one breath, and pursed her lips. Old Umbrella immediately understood.
"So this is a wild mutant?"
"It doesn't seem like it; it's probably planted by humans."
Old Umbrella felt a chill run down his spine. If these were planted by humans, then...
Has that person been working on the plantation for a long time?
Could this monster tide also be the work of the planters? By letting monsters and humans fight each other, they absorb a large number of souls to nourish themselves and continuously improve their quality. Who knows how high they can ultimately go?
If that's the case, then the person is either incredibly capable in the military or a ruthless traitor who has been lying in wait for a long time.
Bet or not?
Old San's head was throbbing with worry. If he made the right bet, he would capture a key traitor, thwart an important enemy mission, and achieve a great feat.
If I bet wrong, and it really was one of my own big shots who did it, wouldn't I be doomed to die without a burial place?
No, don't get involved in this. You won't lose out if you don't participate.
Old Umbrella made up his mind that he absolutely could not do anything reckless today. It would be best to take the military merit from that ghostly spider. He would never touch this strange red flower. Better safe than sorry.
Wait, no, my headache doesn't seem to be because of...
"Ow!"
Old Umbrella stumbled and fell to the ground, crashing headfirst into the cannon barrel, the pain jolting him back to reality.
"No, no, we'd better run away quickly."
"Do not."
Chi Tong's eyes were bloodshot. She could still barely use this precious supernatural power of Wanbing Valley, but after looking at the flower for only three breaths, blood flowed from her eyes, forming two tear streaks that slid down her face and dripped onto the spiritual energy cannon.
"The plan remains unchanged, come help me."
"Ah, little girl, I still have to say a few words to you. Your life is much more important than treasure. You'd better run away quickly."
"No," Akame trembled all over, "it's still growing, it hasn't reached its complete form yet, destroy it quickly, if we let it finish growing..."
What happens after it's over?
"We didn't have time to get out of its attack range."
"Damn it, push it now!" Old Umbrella jumped up and rushed to Red Eyes' side to start working.
The people outside were dizzy and disoriented. Just thinking about or seeing that demonic flower made them feel as if their chests had been struck by an anvil, making it hard to breathe. It was right there, not moving at all, yet none of the spells they cast could hit it accurately.
What kind of soul perception ability is this? Can it directly read the reactions of an enemy's soul?
The juniors in the Qi Refining stage had no treasures to protect their souls. Those who couldn't escape all fell to the ground, their limbs seemingly fighting, half desperately trying to crawl out, the other half tying knots to bind their bodies.