Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race
Chapter 321 - 234 Annihilated_1

Chapter 321: 234 Annihilated_1

Wu Tu’s chest lit up with a blinding golden light, a huge shadow of a Golden Crow appeared above his head in the void, opening its mouth to spew out a stream of golden flames, turning the incoming white ice blades into nothingness.

Deafening thunder roared from high above, with flashes of lightning and rolling thunder, as thick silver bolts streaked across the sky, striking toward Wu Tu and the others.

Just as Wu Tu and his companions were about to counter, a piercing screech rang out beside their ears, making them feel dizzy and disoriented, as if their heads had struck a copper wall and iron barrier.

The silver lightning struck their bodies, with the silver light engulfing their figures.

A grating sound of cleaving air rang out, a long spear wrapped in ceaseless golden light shot forth, piercing through the lightning to emit a woman’s scream of agony.

A dazzling red light flared, dispersing the silver lightning, revealing Wu Tu and the other three dirtied and disheveled. A full-bodied woman in a purple dress had been impaled by the golden spear, the golden flames engulfing her body, and Ba He was also annihilated.

Shen Long appeared, his back sporting a pair of red wings, fluttering gently as he wore a cold, indifferent expression.

Wu Tu’s face darkened, and with a surge of his spell, the Golden Crow’s shadow opened its mouth to release a thick stream of golden flames, heading straight for Shen Long.

Shen Long’s right fist smashed into the void, a white giant fist flashing forth, shattering the golden flames with a rumble of turbulent airwaves.

A Talisman sparkling with golden light flew toward Shen Long, exploding into a giant mass of golden lightning barely a hundred yards away from him, engulfing his figure.

A gleam of joy flashed across Wu Tu’s face, just as he was about to use other Divine Skills. Dozens of thick Green Vines burst from the ground like green whips, snapping toward them.

Wu Tu’s brow furrowed, and with a surge of his spell, the crow shadow spat out a stream of golden flames that turned the incoming Green Vines into ash.

A thick white dragon’s tail swept in, arriving in front of Wu Tu in an instant.

Wu Tu hurriedly brought forth a golden longsword, hacking at the white dragon tail, resulting in a muffled clang of metal on metal.

The crow’s shadow once again released a stream of golden flames that fell upon the Ice Flood Dragon, the fierce flames enveloping the dragon’s body.

The Ice Flood Dragon’s body shone with a blinding white light, releasing vast amounts of white cold air, swiftly dissipating the golden flames.

Wu Tu’s brow furrowed again as he was about to attempt other measures, but dozens of thick Green Vines erupted from the ground, entangling his legs.

He struggled fiercely, tearing the Green Vines easily, but then a silver lightning column with a diameter of about three feet descended from the heavens, striking Wu Tu, who was then once again engulfed in silver lightning, with airwaves rolling tumultuously.

Another peal of thunder sounded, another silver lightning column struck down, the lightning growing even more dazzling.

The tail of the Ice Flood Dragon swept through, plunging into the silver lightning. Wu Tu flew out from within, crashing into the ground, spitting blood incessantly, his face pale.

His body was emitting puffs of black smoke, his breath feeble, with several fine cuts visible.

A golden long spear shot forth, rapidly closing in on him. Wu Tu, with no way to evade, swung his right fist to meet it, colliding with the golden spear with a muffled clang, a stream of golden flames spreading along the spear, engulfing Wu Tu’s body.

He let out a scream of extreme agony. The golden light from his body shone uselessly as another silver lightning bolt struck down, striking Wu Tu’s body and once again drowning him in lightning.

The golden spear radiated a blinding golden light as it entered the lightning.

When the lightning dispersed, Wu Tu’s head had been pierced by the golden spear, devoid of life.

The other four scattered in all directions, fleeing toward different locations, as thick Green Vines burst from the ground, weaving into a massive green cage that covered a ten-mile radius.

Amidst the flashes of lightning and thunder in the sky, thick silver lightning bolts struck down, as the Ice Flood Dragon, Fire Qilin Beast, Gold-Winged Fire Ant, and Iron Tail Scorpion closed in, surrounding the four Barbarian Cultivators.

Shen Long did not take action himself but instead commanded the spirit beasts to cooperate in annihilating the enemy.

The Iron Tail Scorpion let out a sharp and piercing screech, slowing down the speed of the four Core Formation cultivators, who were then struck by silver lightning. A golden spear shot out immediately after, followed by a white dragon tail,

The golden spear entered the midst of the silver lightning with a scream from a man. A stout cultivator in golden robes was sent flying, a golden spear piercing his chest and pinning him to the ground. A surge of golden flames engulfed the body of the man in golden robes.

A cultivator in red robes was sent flying by the white dragon tail, slamming heavily into a mountain peak, bleeding from a head wound.

Dense green vines burst from the ground, weaving into a large green hand that slapped a cultivator in green robes flying. He crashed to the ground, creating a huge crater on impact.

Before he could stand up, the dense green vines burst out of the ground again, entangling the body of the cultivator in green robes.

A stinger emerged from the ground, striking the eyes of the cultivator in green robes and then retracting back into the earth.

The cultivator in green robes let out a miserable scream, covering his eyes and struggling in pain to no avail. Black blood flowed from his eyes, his reactions becoming slower and slower.

A tall cultivator in yellow robes got close to the green cage and swung a yellow longsword, cutting a slit in the green prison.

Just at that moment, a thick red flame swept over.

The cultivator in yellow robes swung his sword, releasing a massive swath of yellow sword light that shattered the red flames.

A thick silver lightning bolt streaked across the sky, striking the cultivator in yellow robes who was once again engulfed by the lightning.

A gust of wind blew, and the Gold-Winged Windroc appeared out of nowhere above the head of the cultivator in yellow robes, its sharp talons reaching into the lightning.

When the lightning dissipated, the head of the cultivator in yellow robes had been pierced through by the talons of the Gold-Winged Windroc.

Shen Long’s spirit beasts, spirit insects, and spirit birds cooperated with one another, and all seven Core Formation cultivators were killed.

He released the Pursuing Spirit Beast to track the enemy, following behind it, all the way to the enemy’s gathering point.

This was not the enemy’s den but an obvious temporary gathering place.

Shen Long took them back into his spirit beast bag, took the enemy’s possessions, and even the bodies, then transformed into a beam of Escape Light and flew off into the distance, leaving the area.

In less than an hour, Shen Long appeared in the skies above a vast, verdant mountain range. Not far away was a large valley where one could see a ten-meter-high green stone stele inscribed with three golden characters: "Qingchan Valley."

Shen Long descended to the ground and strode towards the valley.

The streets were bustling with people, a busy scene of carts and horses.

As soon as Shen Long appeared in the marketplace, Tang Kezhen hurried over.

"Senior Shen, you have finally returned. Uncle Eight and the others have been waiting for you,"

Tang Kezhen bowed and said.

He had been stuck at a bottleneck for decades and was still at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Shen Long nodded and ordered, "Lead the way!"