Chapter 1427: Each Shows Their Unique Skills

Ye Haitang felt dizzy and couldn't stand steady, a splitting headache throbbing in her head. A large expanse of black spiritual energy surged around her, enveloping her entire body.

After a long while, Ye Haitang finally recovered, and the black spiritual energy around her dissipated. She was now at the top of a lush, green peak. Looking into the distance, her face filled with shock.

Surrounding her was a verdant mountain range stretching for thousands of miles, as far as the eye could see. The peaks here soared into the clouds, shrouded in mist, resembling a blessed land of immortals. The mountains were mostly composed of red cliffs and strangely shaped rocks, with sheer precipices and bizarre peaks. In the high sky, a flock of massive white mystical cranes circled, while huge demonic beasts ran through the forest.

Ye Haitang took a deep breath, overjoyed. The spiritual energy here was more than five times as abundant as outside; cultivating here would undoubtedly yield twice the results with half the effort. The Flying Immortal Ruins were only open for a little over a month, and she had no time to waste.

Many deep purple spiritual flowers grew on the mountain. Their buds were astonishingly large, the size of a water vat, their stems only as thick as a fist, and covered in pale golden thorns. Ye Haitang flipped her hand and took out a small, gleaming black banner. With a gentle shake, dazzling black light emerged from its surface, and a large expanse of black spiritual energy swept out, spreading down the mountain.

Hundreds of purple scorpions rushed out from the sea of flowers. They had two pairs of thin purple wings on their backs, two pale golden tail stings, spewed purple venomous mist from their mouths, and possessed two shiny black pincers, making them appear extremely ferocious.

"So many third-tier poisonous insects!"

Ye Haitang frowned. The presence of five third-tier poisonous insects here was truly beyond her expectation.

Ye Haitang flipped her palm, and a black light flashed as a small, exquisite black mirror appeared in her hand. The back of the mirror was engraved with a black lotus pattern. This was the Black Lotus Mirror, a magical treasure personally crafted by Wang Changsheng for Ye Haitang.

After the mirror illuminated with a dazzling black light, hundreds of fist-sized black thunder-fires surged out, smashing towards the purple scorpions amidst deafening roars. The purple scorpions tried to evade, but a strong yin wind arose, transforming the black spiritual energy into black iron chains that locked their bodies.

Boom!

After a series of explosions, a blanket of black thunder-fire engulfed the purple scorpions. The flames quickly spread, engulfing the purple sea of flowers and causing the spiritual flowers to fall one by one. Ye Haitang flicked her wrist, and a white bone whip, wreathed in spiritual energy, flew out, striking the third-tier poisonous insects. The white bone whip struck the back of a purple scorpion, immediately creating a bloody hole in its back as its body shriveled at a visible rate. In less than five breaths, all five third-tier poisonous insects perished, and Ye Haitang was completely unharmed.

She put away the Black Lotus Mirror and the bone whip, then released two three-zhang-tall white bone scorpions. The white bone scorpions were wreathed in spiritual energy, clearly spirits. After a flash of white light emanated from the two bone scorpions, they burrowed underground.

Ye Haitang walked down the mountain, moving slowly, her face filled with vigilance.

In a vast, boundless black forest, Wang Qingling stood in a clearing, surrounded by five enormous black spiders. The black spiders had unusually small heads, bloated abdomens, eight spear-like claws beneath their bellies, and a pair of exposed pale golden mouthparts, making them look somewhat grotesque. A dozen smaller black spiders lay on the ground, and a pungent smell permeated the air. Her luck was bad, as she had been directly teleported into the lair of a group of third-tier demonic insects.

The Ice Wind Dragon and the Black Sparrow were furiously attacking the five black spiders. The Ice Wind Dragon spewed white cold air from its mouth, freezing the ground with ice several feet thick. The black spiders, affected by the white cold air, slowed down and were smashed to pieces by the Ice Wind Dragon's tail. The Black Sparrow flapped its wings, and dozens of fist-sized black flames flew out, striking one of the black spiders. A sheet of black flames engulfed the black spider, which struggled violently, spewing out thin black spider silk that formed a web covering the Black Sparrow. However, the Black Sparrow reacted quickly, spreading its wings and flying to a higher position.

A small mound of earth rose from the ground and moved quickly. Wherever it passed, the ground abruptly turned into soft quicksand, forming a huge sand pit three li in radius. The bodies of four black spiders sank into the sand pit as sharp sand spears emerged from the ground, forming yellow sand cages that trapped them. A deafening dragon roar echoed, and a surge of extreme cold swept over. The four black spiders turned into ice sculptures before they could even react, then were smashed into fragments by the Ice Wind Dragon's tail, utterly destroyed.

Wang Qingling breathed a sigh of relief. It was indeed dangerous here, to find so many third-tier demonic beasts. She put away the Ice Wind Dragon and the Black Sparrow, cleaned up the battlefield, and walked deeper into the forest.

On a vast, boundless grassland, Wang Qingjing stood on a low mound, surrounded by hundreds of light-blue two-headed demonic wolves. The wolf king was three zhang long and about a zhang high, with golden eyes; it was a high-grade third-tier demonic wolf. Under Wang Qingjing's control, five enormous humanoid puppet beasts furiously attacked the two-headed demonic wolves. Each of them spewed out a thick beam of light, which combined into an immense five-colored light pillar, striking among the wolf pack. Dozens of demonic wolves instantly turned into a sky full of blood rain.

The wolf king spewed a hazy green hurricane from its mouth, and other demonic wolves followed suit. Hundreds of green hurricanes swept towards Wang Qingjing, creating a powerful momentum. Wang Qingjing changed her incantation, and the five-element puppet beasts each spewed out a thick beam of light, striking the incoming green hurricanes. For a moment, roars echoed continuously, and energy waves surged, as Wang Qingjing's hair fluttered in the wind.

Just then, a green tornado over a thousand feet high swept in from the distance, moving extremely fast. The green tornado surged into the wolf pack, and the green demonic wolves were uncontrollably sucked into it, shredded into a shower of blood. A hazy green hurricane surged around the wolf king's limbs as it tried to escape, but a pale green light descended from the sky, enveloping it. The wolf king became motionless, as if frozen in place. As the green tornado approached, the wolf king was drawn into it. A shrill scream echoed, and the wolf king turned into a shower of blood.

With a flash of green light, the green tornado transformed into Wang Huaxiu. In each hand, he held a hazy green sickle, its blades still stained with blood.

Wang Qingjing saw Wang Huaxiu and breathed a sigh of relief. Her luck was good to be able to reunite with a clan member so quickly.

"Ancestor, are you alright?" Wang Huaxiu's face was filled with concern. His sensing bead had reacted, so he rushed over immediately, just in time to help Wang Qingjing with a small problem.

"I'm fine," she replied. "I don't know where Tenth Sister and the others are. I hope we can reunite with them soon. It's too dangerous here; third-tier demonic beasts are everywhere."

Wang Qingjing looked at the corpses strewn across the ground, her face showing lingering fear. It was her first time encountering such a bloody scene.