My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1873 - 679: Workbench of a Hundred Crafts_2

Chapter 1873: Chapter 679: Workbench of a Hundred Crafts_2

It was a true head-on collision, and only bystanders like Mister Sun could see how closely their two sides were "following on each other’s heels." The Binding Seal Beast’s enormous body possessed terrifying defensive capabilities. Those Immortal soldiers, even in their Immortal armor, were left dizzy and disoriented. Compared to the massive beast, they were like horseflies buzzing around an ox. Then, the chains wrapped around the beast’s body whirled and twisted, completely annihilating the soldiers’ physical forms and spirits!

Master Lawrence’s eyes were filled with rage. The beast should have already consumed the Poisonous Immortal Apricots - why was there still no reaction? At first glance, he looked at the Immortal Apricot Tree that stretched across the entire void, like a twisted monster. The fruits on it had already disappeared, indicating that it indeed had eaten them. But where was the problem?

"Roar--"

The enormous beast roared skywards, releasing its might! Within the entire Seashore Camp, only Master Lawrence could barely contend with it. As for the others, including the two deputy generals, none of them were a match for the beast.

When Mister Sun and Samara sneaked in, it had only been half an incense stick’s worth of time. Of the three hundred soldiers in the Seashore Camp brought by Master Lawrence, more than fifty had already been killed or injured.

Mister Sun and Samara hid as they saw Master Lawrence withstanding the Binding Seal Beast’s attacks multiple times, buying time for his subordinates to set up an Immortal Formation.

This Array was similar to a battle formation in the Lower Realm, concentrating the power of all the people involved on Master Lawrence. The effect was superior, but it had a drawback: the Array couldn’t move.

With the help of this Great Formation, Master Lawrence’s strength surged to the level of an Immortal Venerable, allowing him to use a Tire-3 Immortal Treasure bestowed upon him by Master Prescott! People from Master Prescott’s residence never lacked Immortal Artifacts.

Mister Sun quietly and patiently waited as Samara secretly took out a small medicine jar from her bosom, even smaller than the bottle of cooling oil Mister Sun had in his previous life. There was only a thin layer left inside. She dabbed a bit of it with her fingertip, some distress in her eyes, and applied it to Mister Sun’s eyelids, then her own. _{fre ewe bnove l.com}

Mister Sun suddenly felt a refreshing sensation, and a shock ran through his heart. That meant he had already been affected by some negative condition unconsciously and, without this medicine, he would still be completely unaware of it. By the time it actually took effect, the consequences would be severe!

Samara whispered to Mister Sun, "It’s coming." He saw that she had a pair of Embroidery Needles hidden between her fingers, which were tucked inside her sleeve.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down. Two almost invisible, translucent roots grew out from the ground behind both of them. Swiftly, they reached a height comparable to them, with swelling at the tips of the roots forming two lifelike root-faces!

They appeared to have noble character, but when they opened their mouths, they were filled with a sinister array of sharp and vicious tusks. As they lunged towards the back of Mister Sun’s and Samara’s heads, she suddenly raised her hand, the two Embroidery Needles shooting into the faces of the roots, pinning them firmly in the void.

Moreover, the entire process was done quietly and subtly, not alerting the warring sides. Samara untied her hair braid and pulled out two strands of hair, binding the faces of the two roots. Using a mysterious technique, the faces withered away quickly, completely disintegrating the roots along with them, leaving no trace in existence.

Upon seeing Mister Sun’s approving gaze, Samara suddenly felt somewhat shy. She pointed towards the Immortal Apricot Tree that stretched across the entire void. As Mister Sun was about to take a closer look, Samara immediately shielded his eyes with her palm and whispered, "Don’t look intently. It’ll capture your attention and won’t let you go. You’ll end up like them, becoming a stationary tree-person rooted to one spot, eventually losing your entire Immortal Soul and cultivation."

"The tree’s trunk bears countless human faces, each representing a victim. The danger this tree poses may not be considered extreme within One Heaven, but it is very eerie."

"Its roots can reach anywhere, just like the ones we encountered earlier. When we initially cleared this area and mistakenly entered it, had it not been for my Immortal Skill, which just happened to restrain these roots, I would have died here."

Mister Sun nodded slightly and didn’t look at the Immortal Apricot Tree any more. However, when he saw Samara taking back the two Embroidery Needles, he impulsively asked, "You... have always been a woman?"

Sudoku Samara had a puzzled expression on her face. What did he mean?

Mister Sun coughed to cover his embarrassment and continued to pay attention to the battlefield.

Master Lawrence was at a disadvantage.

Given the Binding Seal Beast’s ability to dominate One Heaven and force its way into any space it desires, one can only imagine its power. Even the Immortal Venerables are reluctant to venture into One Heaven nowadays.

At the very moment the trap was revealed to be ineffective, Master Lawrence’s correct choice would have been to escape this space immediately. However, neither he nor Master Prescott could accept the result of failure, so they went all-out to try and kill the Binding Seal Beast.

In this attempt, with the combined assistance of an Immortal Formation and a Tire-3 Immortal Artifact, they only managed to hold on for...half an incense stick’s worth of time.

Master Lawrence’s aura had been utterly suppressed by the Binding Seal Beast. Endless chains multiplied and spread out, forming a dense layer of webbing that completely enveloped Master Lawrence and the Immortal Formation.

Their deaths and defeat were now only a matter of time.