My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 249: Explosion

Chapter 249: Chapter 249: Explosion

"We’ve walked into a trap, let’s go!"

Outside the magic-driven spaceship, two Perfected figures who had just revealed themselves, shrouded in black fog due to their fixation on Wang Zijia, wanted to retreat without a second thought.

"Haha, you’ve already come, why the hurry now?"

"Indeed, if our peers find out that I, Wanyu, lack proper etiquette, it wouldn’t bode well!"

While the two sword repair men laughed heartily, under their directives, their flying swords transformed into a breathtaking spiritual light, carrying a strong sword intent, directed straight at the two who were trying to escape.

The two figures shrouded in black fog didn’t dare to be overconfident, they stopped decisively in their tracks, preparing to confront the incoming flying swords. The Sword repairers followed closely, pulling all four figures into a tangled skirmish.

Wang Zijia’s only acquaintance, the female Perfected Yan Qimeng, was casting her spell. Countless paper figures appeared and started to stand in the air at certain positions. Rimmed by these paper figures, she was setting up a formation in the void.

By her posture, she seemed to want to capture the two figures alive.

The two figures hid within the ghost fog, also noticed this change, their fight grew more desperate.

"Haha, exhilarating!"

However, against two powerful sword repairers, it was impossible for the fight to conclude swiftly.

"Weng!"

To add to their woes, the magic-driven spaceship trembled again, indicating that the Perfected who had entered the Control Room had fully activated the magic-driven vehicle at this point, completing various adjustments. With the help of the disciples from the Formation Institute in the Control Room, they also joined the fight.

The magic-driven vehicle might be an Ascendant Spiritual Tool, but it was also a War Spiritual Tool.

A third-grade War Spiritual Tool was not simply slightly stronger than a Perfected. Without three to five perfecteds working together to restrain it, they could only be suppressed and fought against. Let alone surrounding it and beating it up.

Therefore, as the magic-driven vehicle joined in, the two figures enshrouded in the ghost fog found their fight increasingly difficult, every instance being fraught with danger.

If it wasn’t for Wanyu’s side wanting to keep them alive, given the circumstances, the fight could have ended in less than two quarters of an hour.

Yan Qimeng, who had not made a move yet, had more and more paper figures flying out from her body, covering half the sky. Slowly, a strange array map began to take shape.

The two, desperate to pull out of the fight, became even more anxious and made more blunders due to their haste.

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, along with a flash of sword light, a figure in black was pierced through the abdomen by the sword light. He let out a muffled groan as his mana started to show signs of dissipation.

Despair filled his face, determination reflected in his eyes.

"Get away!"

After a moment of stiffness, his body’s spiritual light surged dramatically, his body inflated rapidly like an air-filled balloon.

Experienced Wang Zijia, who had sneaked into the magic-driven Pavilion for a peep, instantly teleported himself back to his room upon seeing this. This place was the secondary control center of the magic-driven spaceship, the core of the cores.

If this place was affected, the magic-driven spaceship would be pretty much scrapped.

"Boom!"

A moment after a brief delay, a shocking, massive explosion echoed. The devil cultivator who was pierced in the abdomen directly exploded into a flurry of spiritual light. The massive shockwave expanded.

Shield of the magic-driven spaceship, which had been activated, fluctuated continuously. The entire magic-driven spaceship swayed for a while before being pushed far back.

Two Perfected Realm sword repairers saw the situation was bad and quickly retreated some distance. Yan Qimeng remained standing on the deck without moving, but her nearly completed Paper Man Array was blown into a mess.

After the shock wave passed, the spiritual light radiating from the body of the devil cultivator, now utterly bereft of bones, turned into an incredibly filthy black soul fog, which quickly covered half of the sky, engulfing everyone.

The black soul fog seemed extremely peculiar, almost like an illusion, and it was unimpeded by the spaceship’s protective shield. The disciples who were enveloped by it not only lost their vision to the darkness, their eyes became blurred, their minds were riddled with illusions, they felt sudden surges of resentment, their eyes glittered with ferocity, becoming increasingly violent.

"Whoosh!"

Seizing this opportunity, another figure, held a jade fragmented talisman above his head, like a legendary Fu Treasure, and cast a defensive shield. The figure was enveloped in a dense ghost fog, it was clear that he was using some desperate means. He turned into streaming light, attempting to escape into the distance.

"Where do you think you’re going!"

Two beams of sword light lit up once again, and the two Perfected Realm sword repairers pursued quickly with their flying swords.

Yan Qimeng paused for a moment, waved her hand to recall the Paper Figures, and frowned at the sight of the ghost beings covering everyone around her. After a moment of hesitation, she threw out a blood-red Paper Man.

The Paper Man flew into the air, grew in the wind becoming a three-meter-tall giant. The giant opened his mouth and inhaled. A ferocious wind howled, like the receding of the ocean’s tide,. All the ghost fog was sucked into the Paper Man’s body.

As the giant transformed back into a Paper Man, the blood-red Paper Man had turned pitch black, tainted with filth.

Now, on the deck, the people who were on the verge of an explosion of resentment and could see the light again, suddenly snapped back to reality.

Everything had happened so fast that they were all very bewildered. Just a moment ago, they were in the dark, surrounded by the ghost fog, losing all vision, suddenly, they found themselves in the light again.

Wang Zijia had somehow returned to the deck as if he had been observing the battle the whole time.

At that moment, from the main control area in the Pavilion, an unfamiliar Perfected Realm emerged. Yan Qimeng locked eyes with him for a moment, then said to Wang Zijia, "The task continues!"

She then threw out a jade bottle containing half a bottle of lustrous white sand that resembled diamond granules.

"This is Purifying Spirit Sand, it can remove the tracking marks on you to prevent any unexpected events from being tracked again."

Without waiting for Wang Zijia to respond, Yan Qimeng, along with the unfamiliar Perfected Realm, turned into streaming light, chasing after the horizon. They came and went in haste.

Until then, all the disciples on the magic-driven spaceship were still bewildered. Except for Wang Zijia, no one knew what had happened.

"Junior Brother Wang, what was that...?" Lei Junjie, after being stunned for a moment, asked.

All the disciples also turned their gaze towards Wang Zijia. The disciples who had been in contact with the hidden Perfected Realms in the past few days, and even worked together, were the most bewildered.

Wang Zijia looked at everyone indifferently and said, "It’s nothing, let’s continue our task. It’s none of our business and knowing it won’t help!"

After speaking, Wang Zijia didn’t wait for everyone’s reaction and began to organize manpower to clean up the deck.

...

After a while, under Wang Zijia’s organization, the deck began to run smoothly, and Wang Zijia returned to the Control Room.

The Control Room was quiet at the moment, and the atmosphere was a bit wrong. Everyone was watching a disciple in the middle of the room, daydreaming.

When Wang Zijia arrived, that disciple immediately greeted Wang Zijia, "Disciple greets Martial Uncle Wang!"

Wang Zijia looked at him, it was Jing Hongbo, the one Wang Zijia had asked about before, who was replaced by his clan brother, Wang Zijia originally thought it was a clan internal power struggle.

"Hah, I had no idea you had a Perfected Realm clan brother. Why don’t you introduce him to me when you have the time, so I can bask in his glory too?" Wang Zijia said to him in such a manner.