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Chapter 807 - 676 Trapping and Killing an Immortal Venerate [Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Chapter 807: Chapter 676 Trapping and Killing an Immortal Venerate [Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Therefore, after the spear pierced through her defenses, it continued without losing momentum to impale the body of the golden-haired goddess and dragged her down like a falling meteor.

"Boom boom!"

Carrying the golden-haired goddess like a meteor, the spear crashed out of the altar’s boundaries and landed on the crystallized ground, smashing a huge crater into it.

Before she could catch her breath, the Broken Long Spear that pinned her to the ground started to flicker with terrifying Spiritual Light.

Facing a death crisis, her pupils contracted, and the eyeball at the tip of her staff lit up with tiny points of Spirit Light.

In an instant, her entire body became illusionary.

"Boom boom!"

Almost simultaneously with her virtualization, the spear exploded, and the crystals that made up its body scattered in all directions.

"Boom boom!"

Subsequently, these scattered crystals underwent a secondary explosion.

After several rounds of explosions, the giant pit and the crystallized earth turned into a tangle of fractured red glass and flowing molten rock.

"Cough cough!"

The illusionary golden-haired goddess coughed as she rushed out from the center of the explosion, her form quickly shifting from illusionary to real, while the large hole in her chest did not heal from the shift between reality and illusion.

The wounds were continuously charred and split, obviously severely damaged, and came with several abnormal statuses.

Once her body solidified, her staff flickered with Spiritual Light, casting various defenses as if cost was no object, attempting to recover from her disadvantage.

However, Wang Zijia, who was fully committed to ending the battle quickly, had already prepared her following move.

Suddenly, five toddlers wearing red bellybands appeared out of thin air in the sky, surrounding the golden-haired goddess in a spherical formation.

Immediately afterward, they threw out a gigantic golden net in unison.

’Fusion Path: Five Ghosts’ Causal Calculation Sky Net!’

The five nets, like a celestial net, closed in from all directions toward the just solidified golden-haired goddess.

Just as she prepared to teleport out of the encirclement, she noticed countless Silk Threads appearing around her, disturbing the space and causing her teleportation to fail.

Seeing this, she decisively pointed a finger, and countless Illusory Runes surged out from her staff, constantly colliding with the closing nets.

Under the assault of the runes, the golden net also began to display various Runes, and in a moment, it was dispersed into a sky full of Runes.

However, to the golden-haired goddess’s surprise, these symbols from the collapsing nets did not vanish as illusions usually do.

Instead, they seemed to disintegrate on their own accord, turning into Runes that surged towards her.

Each Rune flickered with a dangerous spiritual light.

"Boom boom!"

This peculiar explosion did not spread flames; instead, it was an endless bombardment of illusionary and real Runes.

It seemed to be very similar to the forces of her principles!

Unlike the Runes she had produced, these Runes did not possess much of that illusion-like power but did harness the power of calculating the ways of the world.

No matter how she defended, there were always Runes that penetrated her weak points and exploded on her body, creating bloody craters.

With no other choice, she once again turned her body illusionary.

But to her dismay, the Runes appeared to be inexhaustible; even as she became illusionary, they continued to bombard her relentlessly.

She teleported rapidly, changing her position several times, but finally unable to hold on, her body began to solidify again.

And with that, the pursuing Runes commenced a frantic explosion.

"Swoosh swoosh!"

At the same time, the five toddlers encircling her transformed into five strange Talismans.

From afar, Wang Zijia’s body also suddenly surged with Spiritual Light.

"Five Elements: Myriad Talisman Karma Genuine Talisman!"

In the moment she was forced to solidify her body again, it was as though thousands of Talismans exploded, blocking all of her potential escape routes.

Feeling the death crisis, the goddess once again forcibly activated her staff, trying to continue making her body illusionary.

However, only her upper body became illusionary for an instant, and her lower body was directly blasted into pieces.

And after two breaths, even her upper body could not hold on, and the instant it solidified again, numerous invisible and intangible Primordial Magnetic Swords shot out like lightning.

"Puff puff!"

With several muffled sounds of being pierced, the golden-haired goddess was cut into countless pieces by the Primordial Magnetic Swords before her soul could even escape.

The Turbid Immortal’s peculiar Blood scattered across the sky.

The Eyeball Wand she was clenching, which was about to light up again, gradually dimmed.

Not quite reassured, Wang Zijia’s golden pupils flickered, conjuring illusionary and real Golden Soul Flames that raged out, burning her opponent’s shattered soul into oblivion.

All of this took longer to describe than it actually happened, occurring in just a few tens of breaths.

Wang Zijia had resolved a Turbid Immortal, one with peculiar treasures and who, when erupting in power, possessed the cultivation of an Earth Immortal.

This shows that Wang Zijia now truly had the capability to fight against Earth Immortals.

Of course, catching the goddess off guard also played a significant role.

Wang Zijia beckoned, quickly gathered the opponent’s belongings, and promptly turned to look at the other two battlefields.

...

The situations were still favorable. The man fighting with the Skeleton Dao Soldiers possessed similar cultivation to the golden-haired goddess, approximately that of a Turbid Immortal, and at that moment had erupted with Earth Immortal combat power.

But facing Dao Soldiers that were controlled by divine thought and bolstered by a multitude of statuses, genuine Earth Immortal undead, he could only struggle to hang on for dear life.

Yao Wenxuan’s battle was the most contentious, his attacks seemingly blessed with a hint of Dao power, making his spell attacks extremely terrifying. However, because his cultivation level was only that of Crossing Tribulation, the Earth Immortal level attacks from his opponent were also terrifying for him.

It was as if two fighters with weak defenses but strong attacks were chipping away at each other’s health, both in a precarious situation.

Therefore, their struggle was one of dodging and sneak attacks, constantly resorting to underhanded tricks, causing continual flashes in the sky.

Dragging the fight on would definitely be disadvantageous for Yao Wenxuan, as he couldn’t maintain such a state for long. The old man behind him, resembling a Rear Spirit, had already become extremely vague and illusory.

If the fight were to drag on and his state deteriorated, he’d be done for!

The Earth Immortal foe seemed to have realized this. As his body flickered with cold, he kept dragging time.

After glancing at the two battlefields above, Wang Zijia ultimately didn’t intervene in any of the aerial clashes.

"Pfft..."

Spitting a mouthful of blood, he staggered and started to fall towards the ground, looking severely wounded and exhausted.

The two wary gods of the Witch Realm sighed in relief upon seeing this.

Especially the one who was tensed up, locked in combat with Yao Wenxuan.

However, at that moment, Yao Wenxuan received a divine thought message from Wang Zijia.

"With our current strength, it’s too difficult to kill an Earth Immortal. Even if the two of us teamed up and fought head-on, we might not resolve the battle in ten days. Moreover, undead are rampant in the Witch Realm, and they have too many life-saving measures – one misstep, and we might end up working for nothing."

"You think of a way to take a risk and create an opportunity for me; let’s work together to trap them!"

Yao Wenxuan’s eyes lit up as he fought.

Although he didn’t know what Wang Zijia was planning, his confidence in the Immortal Venerate was extremely strong. After all, even beings like Old Ghost Tong bristled at the sight of him.

...

In the blink of an eye, as if Wang Zijia’s grievous injuries affected his own Mind, Yao Wenxuan made a slight error, unable to dodge in time and was clipped by the genuine full-fledged spell attack from the seventh-tier true god facing him.

It was just a graze, but in an instant, his body swiftly began to exhibit Ice Frost and the spread continued.

Yao Wenxuan’s face changed drastically, and he immediately raised his hand to chop off his own arm.

At the wound, his Flesh and blood writhed and regenerated rapidly, as a new arm began to form.

However, his opponent, the seventh-tier true god with rich combat experience, seized upon this small error and went into full-on barrage mode.

Like a mobile artillery, the sky filled with Ice Frost, as Ice Cones, ice spears, and ice lances materialized in midair, blanketing half of the heavens.

"Forbidden curse: Ice Snow World!"

The sky full of ice spears fell like Ice Rain. Even though Yao Wenxuan dodged, they would explode into Frost, instantly freezing the surrounding area and seeming to solidify Space itself.

Trapped by the spreading Ice Frost, Yao Wenxuan gradually became encased in the middle.

A giant Ice Ball began to envelope him from the outside inward, as though trying to form a Crystal Ball.

Yao Wenxuan seemed to be at the end of his tether and, gritting his teeth, began to fight desperately.

All his power surged into his palm, and a lotus as red as pitch black burst forth as Streaming Light, charging towards the fully casting seventh-tier true god.

Feeling the terror of the black lotus, the casting Ice Man’s face changed drastically.

He flickered several times rapidly, trying to completely shake off the lock of the lotus but failed.

With gritted teeth, his mana surged, and one after another, crystal-like Ice Frost shields emerged, repeatedly colliding with the black lotus.

"Boom!"

As the first shield collided with the lotus, a massive explosion ensued.

An infinite spread of Death Qi permeated, dimming the sky for a moment.

The black shock wave spread, crushing everything in its path, charging directly at the foe.

At the moment the black shock wave was about to hit, his entire body, including the surrounding Void, was instantly frozen, turning into an immensely hard Ice Cone standing in the Void.

"Boom Boom!"

"Crack!"

"Snap!"

The massive explosion shook the frozen Void, causing the hard ice to tremble, ultimately riddled with Cracks.

Then, under the residual impact, it shattered.

However, the remaining force of the shock wave only caused the seventh-tier true god to bleed from the mouth and appear somewhat disheveled,

effectively withstanding Yao Wenxuan’s desperate final move.

An endless sea of Death Qi enveloped the sky. The true god, having survived the attack, wore a cold smile and with a wave of his hand, the sky full of frost wind scattered the Death Qi, and Brightness returned.

He looked at Yao Wenxuan, now at his last gasp, and sneered as he was about to make a move to kill him.

However, at this moment, his heart Terrified.

Just as he was about to act, he felt a warm embrace enveloping him from behind.

Such extreme tenderness made him, though his senses were tingling, involuntarily pause, as if longing for the warmth.

By the time he thought to act, it was too late.

Something writhing quickly covered his entire body, and he was engulfed in extreme warmth and then completely lost control of his own body.

Then, to his horror, he saw that in an instant of slight distraction, he disappeared from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he was next to his own devotee, spiritual figure, who was battling a Skeleton.

"Go!" he saw what seemed to be his own spiritual figure, preparing to flee with the battling devotee.

The devotee subconsciously followed.