Chapter 1025 - 815: Encounter
Chapter 1025: Chapter 815: Encounter
In another part of the Grey Realm, He Zheng was waiting on a mountaintop.
Beside him, Lou Yuntian from the Vermilion Bird Lower Lunar Tower reported: "He Imperial Envoy, these are some topographical sketches of the west side, primarily, there is a spatial precipice that cannot be flown over."
He Zheng nodded: "That saves us a lot of effort, we just need to continue along the northeastern mountain range."
Lou Yuntian nodded as well and was about to synchronize other discoveries.
Just then, He Zheng’s expression changed slightly, and he immediately raised his hand to seal and closed his eyes.
Within his mind, the visions of patrolling Black Crows appeared like numerous monitors in a control room, and He Zheng quickly selected one among them.
He zoomed in on the view and saw two Northmen wearing white uniforms.
"Qiguang people!" He Zheng’s expression tightened as he recalled something, "Not good, Nie Xing is over there!"
The view shifted, and sure enough, he discovered an envoy headed in that direction not far away.
He Zheng opened his eyes, and immediately with a flick of his sleeve, he painted a Black Eagle.
"Yun Tian, you stay here and wait for the others!"
Hurriedly giving an order, He Zheng then hopped on the Black Eagle and sped forward at full speed!
Lou Yuntian’s face grew serious, sensing that something unexpected had been discovered, and he immediately notified the others to gather.
...
When the Black Eagle arrived, He Zheng’s pupils shrank.
Two Northmen stood before the great mountain ahead, an elder with a sinister cold smile on his face, and a middle-aged man with a wooden and indifferent demeanor. Both were of Chongyang Realm cultivation.
In front of the two, Nie Xing was pierced through by six stone spikes pinned to the spot, his face pale, covered in blood, already gravely wounded!
"Qiguang?!" He Zheng’s face darkened as he looked up at the two men ahead, "You two have captured my man, what is the meaning of this, release him immediately!"
"Release?"
The sinister elder smirked, signaling to the indifferent middle-aged man beside him.
The indifferent middle-aged man raised his hand, and two more two-foot-long stone spikes formed, which were casually thrown into Nie Xing’s thigh and abdomen.
"Ugh...!"
Nie Xing’s eyes trembled as he let out a muffled groan, looking extremely pained.
"You’re courting death!!"
He Zheng, both shocked and furious, flipped out a wolf-hair brush, and with swift movements, the ink surged forth to form two lifelike Jiao Longs.
"Ao!!"
Along with the resounding Jiao Long roar, the two Ink Flood Dragons twisted their bodies, quickly swelling to several tens of meters long, and charged furiously towards the two Qiguang men!
"Boom Boom!"
The Ink Flood Dragons crashed onto the ground, splashing a large amount of dust, but were evaded by the two Qiguang men.
As He Zheng waved his hand, one of the Ink Flood Dragons immediately wrapped around the gravely injured Nie Xing, pulling him back, while the other Ink Flood Dragon roared angrily and continued chasing the two men ahead.
"Nie Xing, how are you!" He Zheng quickly looked at Nie Xing.
But at that moment, Nie Xing’s body shuddered, and suddenly large green patterns erupted all over him, his entire body quickly festering and decomposing.
Nie Xing glared in shock and despair, but he resolutely looked at He Zheng: "Quick... dodge!"
He Zheng’s expression changed, and he immediately withdrew and opened a Star Power Barrier in front of him.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, Nie Xing’s body abruptly exploded into a mass of dark green liquid!
"Nie Xing!" He Zheng cried out in shock.
Countless blood and pus easily penetrated the star power defense and splashed onto He Zheng’s body, especially on his left arm!
He Zheng instantly felt a burning pain on his body, followed by a slight feeling of dizziness.
"Poison!"
He Zheng’s heart jolted in alarm, hastily urging the star power within him to suppress the toxin.
But looking down just for a moment, his left arm was already covered with yellow-green pustules.
The entire arm was unbearably painful and itchy, unable to exert any strength!
He Zheng stared at the spot where Nie Xing exploded, his expression suddenly sinking.
At this moment, a sudden explosion sounded from afar.
Looking up, it was the other Ink Flood Dragon being smashed to pieces by the indifferent middle-aged man’s swing of a massive Black Stone baton!
"Hehehe..." the sinister elder laughed eerily, "I wonder if this greeting gift is satisfactory to you, sir?"
He Zheng paused, then with a wave of his right hand, the Ink Flood Dragon beside him immediately encased himself and charged towards the two Qiguang men!
The Yin Yi Elder sneered, raising both hands as green gas swirled in his palms, releasing a large wave of poison mist from in front of him.
"Hiss...!"
The Ink Flood Dragon touched the poison, instantly emitting green smoke as its entire body was continuously corroded by the poisonous mist!
Still midway, much of the Ink Flood Dragon’s textured, glossy body was already corroded.
At this moment, a cold middle-aged man stepped forward directly and swung a big stick down!
"Bang!"
The Ink Dragon’s entire body trembled, then suddenly burst into a mass of ink under the iron rod, revealing the figure of He Zheng inside!
"Hmm?!"
He Zheng didn’t expect that the two Ink Flood Dragons, comparable to the Burning Sun Star Beast, would be easily broken by the two.
The corrosive effect of the Yin Yi Elder’s poison mist, and the strength of the cold middle-aged man, were astonishing in the Chongyang Realm!
He Zheng immediately brandished the wolf-hair brush, drawing a stroke, and a water-ink shield instantly enveloped him to block the poison gas.
The cold middle-aged man didn’t stop, and again moved forward, swinging his stick.
Clearly also in the poison mist, yet it seemed as though the poison mist had no effect on him.
He Zheng swung the wolf-hair brush and clashed it against him, using the force of the stick to withdraw from the poison mist.
"Such strong power!"
He Zheng’s expression slightly tightened. Although he deliberately borrowed the force, the power on the opponent’s Black Stone rod was still shocking.
The cold middle-aged man did not pause and pursued once more, stick in hand.
He Zheng’s gaze turned cold: "Just two Chongyang, and you really think you can overpower me!"
He Zheng swung the wolf-hair brush, pointing repeatedly, sending egg-sized blobs of ink flying out, which expanded into eight towering Yellow Turban Warriors that besieged the cold middle-aged man.
The sound of "clang clang" kept ringing, as these Yellow Turban Warriors, impervious to blades and arrows, were immensely powerful.
Although individually weaker than the cold middle-aged man, they were able to trap him by overwhelming him together!
Having pinned the cold middle-aged man, He Zheng turned his palm over a tablet, from which ink surged forward.
Instantly, ink splashed like a river, flowing out in torrents, scouring the poison mist and sweeping towards the Yin Yi Elder behind!
The Yin Yi Elder’s expression slightly changed, and he immediately soared into the air, trying to escape the impact of the Ink River.
However, the Ink River surged upwards, following closely for thousands of meters in an instant!
"This Three Suns Imperial Envoy, his Star Power is truly vast and flexible!"
The Yin Yi Elder’s expression was slightly grim, faced with the vast Star Power of the Three Suns Realm, even continuously conjuring poison mist couldn’t stop the torrents of the Ink River.
As the Yin Yi Elder pondered, He Zheng was already fully urging the tablet.
The tablet’s water light surged, and another Ink River shot up into the sky, attacking from the front and rear, quickly blocking the Yin Yi Elder’s retreat!
"This is bad!" The Yin Yi Elder’s expression changed.
He Zheng’s eyes flashed coldly: "Drown him!"
The two Ink Rivers twisted and surged, completely submerging the Yin Yi Elder!
As long as he could entangle him, He Zheng was confident in suppressing the opponent to the point of difficulty escaping.
"One resolved..." He Zheng’s eyes lit up, but then his expression changed suddenly, "Hmm? This is...!"
Yet beneath the black water, green radiance surged, with an extremely strong sinister wave suddenly emanating from the body of the Ink River!
A large expanse of ghostly green brilliance shot out from within the Ink River, and soon the figure of the Yin Yi Elder, holding a Plague Staff and dressed in a Netherworld Robe, rose out of the water.
Upon emerging, a dense plague mist spread from the elder’s body!
Wherever it went, the land turned black, vegetation withered, and the Ink River below appeared contaminated, continuously breaking down into toxic liquid dripping onto the ground, making a "shhh" dissolving sound.
He Zheng’s pupils constricted tightly, staring fixedly at the changed aura of the Yin Yi Elder.
"True Form Release?!" He Zheng suddenly thought of something, "Does this mean, it’s Holy Blessing? Then that other person..."
"Boom!!"
A palpable black light spread out, several Yellow Turban Warriors were simultaneously blasted out, exploding into masses of black water.
It was seen that the cold middle-aged man had transformed into an entirely jet-black energy Stone Man...also a True Form Release!
The Yin Yi Elder raised the Plague Staff high, with its tip emitting a flashing ghostly light that quickly disseminated terrifying energy!
The Stone Man opened both hands, and suddenly the ground cracked and mountains crumbled, as countless rocks rose into the air, converging behind him to form hundreds of large stone spires!
Seeing this, He Zheng took a deep breath.
"It’s really tricky now..."