Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 456 Saint-Rank Purple Shadow
"The information about this mission is very accurate. In my opinion, we don't need to do anything proactive. We just need to lie in ambush here and wait for the escort team."

"There should be four Crimson Shadows escorting this time, which is comparable to our Void Refinement level. However, Fairy Xiaofeng and Fellow Daoist Long on our side are from True Spirit families, and their strength is extraordinary. Fellow Daoist Nie's supernatural abilities are even more profound, and the strength of all the fairies is also a notch stronger than mine. Naturally, we are fully capable of annihilating the Shadow Clan and successfully seizing the Profound Soul Crystal."

As he finished speaking, a wry smile appeared on Zhao Wugui's face. He hadn't expected that he, a Heavenly Guard of Tianyuan City, would be the weakest in this mission. He was almost embarrassed to admit that he was a disciple of True Person Tianluo.
"That's right. As for the other side mission, a high-level being like Crimson Shadow must know a lot about the Shadow Clan. We just need to capture him, search his soul on the spot, or bring him back to Tianyuan City to find out the Shadow Clan's recent movements." Longyang Dajue was in a good mood because the mission was easy, and the murderous aura in his eyes also dissipated a bit.

The beautiful young woman nodded slightly, then turned to look at Nie Zhaonan and offered her suggestion:

"This place is not far from the Shadow Clan's territory. Although our strength far exceeds that of the Shadow Clan's escort team, we cannot be careless. We must fight quickly and decisively, and we must not delay, lest things change if we are too late."

“Of course. I, Nie, will personally take charge of the Shadow Clan leader, and the other three Crimson Shadows will be left to my three fellow Daoists. As for the cultivators below the Void Refinement stage, they can be handed over to my three Daoist partners.” Nie Zhaonan had no objections and spoke slowly, his tone calm but full of confidence.

Xiaofeng Fairy and the other two nodded in agreement. The leader of the Shadow Clan was undoubtedly the strongest among them, and since Nie Zhaonan was willing to step forward, they naturally had no objections.

Moreover, the three of them were also very curious about Nie Zhaonan's strength and naturally wanted to have a chance to see it for themselves.

Three days later, a group of over a hundred people flew slowly through the air at a normal speed.

At the very front of the group, leading the way were four crimson figures.

The highest level cultivator is at the late stage of the Void Refinement realm, while the slightly weaker ones are at the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm. The remaining two have only recently advanced to the Void Refinement realm.

In the rear group, apart from seven or eight Green Shadows with the cultivation level of Nascent Soul, the rest were just some insignificant Nascent Soul and Core Formation level Shadow Clan members.

This area was completely silent, and looked no different from other parts of the Tiansha Wasteland.

Everything seems so normal!
But just then, a barely audible rumble of thunder sounded, and suddenly a figure in a black robe appeared in front of the group.

Being so blatantly stopped, the leader, Crimson Shadow, naturally changed his expression. After taking a closer look, a look of surprise and uncertainty appeared on his face:

"Just a human cultivator, and only at the early stage of the Void Refinement realm."

Before he could finish speaking, and before he could prepare himself, an invisible divine force surged into his mind, plunging everything into darkness.

He immediately cried out in his heart, "Oh no!" Without thinking, he roared, and his body suddenly glowed with a dazzling red light, before returning to normal in an instant.

Seeing that the leader, Crimson Shadow, had instantly broken through the Lieyuan Technique he had cast with his powerful divine sense, Nie Zhaonan couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation.

"My Shadow Clan is born with an invisible body, and can easily occupy the body of a cultivator of the same level for our own use. Your divine sense technique is strong, but it has no effect on me!" The leader of the Crimson Shadows smiled cruelly. As he shot out, he raised one hand and a large hand glowing red grabbed at him.

Upon hearing this, Nie Zhaonan's face showed understanding, but at this moment, the red hand had already covered his body, and an invisible force tightened his body at the same time, as if a force of ten thousand pounds was pressing down on him.

If it were an ordinary early-stage Void Refinement cultivator, in this situation, let alone escape, they would probably not even be able to open their mouths and speak.

However, while Nie Zhaonan had mastered several body-refining techniques such as the Mingwang Technique, the Bone-Tempering Technique, and the Wangshu Technique, he had also consumed an unknown number of Dragon Scale Fruits, making his body incredibly strong.

Despite the immense force pressing down, he treated it as if it were air. He simply pointed a finger lightly into the sky, and wisps of crystalline blue electricity danced on his fingertip, then with a 'poof' sound, condensed into a dragon that shot out.

With a flash of light, the blue electric dragon collided with the red hand.

An incredible scene appeared!

The moment the two came into contact, the red hand was corroded and dissolved without any resistance, like a bubble, accompanied by a loud sizzling sound.

"Sunflower Water Divine Thunder! You actually possess such divine thunder power!" Upon seeing this, the leader, Crimson Shadow, showed a hint of fear on his face and exclaimed in horror.

The lightning magic is extremely effective against the Shadow Clan, and the power of divine lightning is like their natural enemy.

Upon hearing this, Nie Zhaonan simply chuckled, casually stretching out his hand. With a flick of his fingers, several crystal-blue electric dragons shot out from his fingertips, swaying and roaring across the sky.

The lightning was incredibly fast, arriving in the blink of an eye. Then, without any warning, it exploded, with arcs of electricity radiating outwards and strangely connecting, instantly coalescing into a giant net that firmly enveloped the crimson shadow on the other side.

As the giant lightning net slowly shrank, the leader, Crimson Shadow, was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that this human cultivator would try to capture him alive. He was immediately enraged and forcefully flung his sleeves around himself!
Suddenly, countless red threads flew out from her sleeve, sweeping out as if they were endless. As they swirled, they instantly transformed into a sphere woven from red threads, protecting her completely within it.

However, the moment the giant net formed by the Sunflower Water Divine Thunder made contact with the red sphere, the confident Chi Ying's expression changed drastically.

The power of the Kui Water Divine Thunder far exceeded his expectations. Even with the innate divine power of Chi Ying, who was at the late stage of the Void Refinement Realm, he could not resist it in the slightest.

Upon contact, just like the large hand before, a loud hissing sound arose as it was rapidly corroded and dissolved.

Seeing this, a ferocious look appeared on Chi Ying's face. Red light flashed around him, releasing more red threads as he desperately tried to defend himself.

But in his gaze as he looked at the human youth opposite him, there was a hint of despair!
With Nie Zhaonan's current cultivation level, and his natal flying sword being a top-tier spiritual treasure, the power of the divine lightning he unleashed was naturally far greater than before. Furthermore, the restraint he exerted over the Shadow Clan meant that even though Chi Ying's cultivation level was higher than Nie Zhaonan's, he was already in grave danger simply from the power of the Kui Water Divine Lightning.

As Nie Zhaonan made his move, Xiaofeng Fairy, Longyang, and Zhao Wugui naturally faced off against the other three Crimson Shadows.

The easiest opponent was Longyang, who, as a late-stage Void Refinement cultivator, faced off against Chiying, who had only recently advanced to the Void Refinement stage. Naturally, the difference in their strength was enormous.

Long Yang only used one divine power, summoning a phantom dragon claw to strike, and Chi Ying, who was facing him, was immediately overwhelmed and seriously injured. It seemed that the battle would end even faster than Nie Zhaonan's. Meanwhile, Wang Ning, Yuan Yao, and Nangong Wan all opened their mouths slightly and launched their natal magic weapons.

A giant bell, ten zhang tall, with a black and white surface, emitted a series of invisible, clear ringing sounds. As soon as the sound entered the ears, the magic power within the Shadow Clan cultivators seemed to freeze, becoming sluggish and greatly reducing their strength.

A nine-story demonic tower emitted jets of pitch-black demonic energy, enveloping most of the Shadow Clan cultivators, whose screams of agony filled the air.

Nangong Wan's expression was solemn. The Vermilion Bird Ring she controlled transformed into a ball of firebird. Every time it flew over a Shadow Clan cultivator, a wail would be heard, and then flames would appear on its body, instantly engulfing the figure and turning it into nothingness.

In the arena, only the six or seven green-clad figures working together could withstand the relentless attacks of the three women, but they could only protect themselves temporarily.

Just moments later, high in the sky, the red shadow facing Longyang was in dire straits, one of its arms missing without anyone knowing, a truly pitiful sight.

Seeing this, Longyang's expression turned slightly mocking. In his moment of triumph, he inadvertently glanced at Nie Zhaonan.

Surprisingly, the Crimson Shadow, whose cultivation was even higher than his, was bound in the lightning net, seemingly powerless to resist. Moreover, the lightning net was rapidly shrinking, now a sphere less than ten feet in size. It could only hold on for a few more breaths before being captured alive.

Nie Zhaonan, on the other hand, stood with his hands behind his back, watching everything with a relaxed expression, seemingly not having used much of his strength.

"So strong!" Long Yang was shocked. He looked at his opponent with a fierce glint in his eyes. A yellow light flashed on his body, and an ancient yellow battle armor appeared. He rubbed his hands together, and strange beast claws with blood-red fingertips suddenly shot out.

These claws were over a foot long, resembling transparent crystals, with a blood-red light flowing throughout, as if they were formed from condensed blood. They also bore some resemblance to dragon claws, yet they exuded a sense of madness and were incredibly eerie.

At this moment, Longyang's eyes, filled with murderous intent and swirling with bloodlust, became solemn as he lightly swung his claws at the approaching crimson shadow.

Silent!

However, the opposing Crimson Shadow simultaneously let out a wail, and countless blood vessels suddenly appeared on the surface of his body. With a flash of spiritual light, the Crimson Shadow, who had the cultivation of the Void Refinement stage, instantly turned into countless fragments.

Longyang moved his claws again, and the blood vessels flashed once more. These fragments completely disintegrated and disappeared amidst the intertwining of light threads.

Longyang, who seemed to have killed Chiying effortlessly, waved his claws without saying a word.

Instantly, the claws melted away, turning into a stream of deep red blood essence that disappeared along the fingertips.

He let out a long breath, his face first flushed red, then turned pale, looking as if he had suffered a great loss.

He quickly took out a crimson medicine bottle from his storage bracelet, poured out a scarlet pill and swallowed it. While silently refining the medicinal power to recover his condition, Longyang glanced around and saw that the others were still fighting. He nodded in satisfaction.

Just as he was relaxing and preparing to observe the methods of the others, a pair of blood-red eyes swept across him and their gaze fell on a certain spot nearby. Suddenly, a chill ran through him, and he froze completely.

Just a hundred feet away from him, a faint purple mist drifted silently toward him. If he hadn't not completely concealed his Blood Eye Divine Power, he wouldn't have had a chance to notice it.

The purple smoke showed no fluctuation of energy whatsoever, truly appearing as an ordinary object!
But what truly horrified Longyang was not the sight of the smoke itself—after all, anything could happen in the wilderness—but rather the fact that he couldn't sense the slightest aura emanating from the purple smoke. A sweep of his divine sense revealed nothing at all.

As a cultivator from the Long family, he naturally understood what this meant.

The being that transformed into purple smoke was definitely far more powerful than him!
"Purple Smoke, Purple Shadow! Saint-level beings among the Shadow Clan!" A flash of inspiration struck Long Yang, and his expression changed drastically. He let out a strange cry and then transformed into a streak of light, about to disappear into the void.

The Saint-level Purple Shadow is a powerful being comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator!
With a premeditated plan to launch a surprise attack, how could they possibly allow Longyang to succeed?
Suddenly, a gust of yellowish sand blew by, and a hand emitting an eerie purple light silently reached out from nowhere and lightly pressed down on the ancient armor he was wearing.

This seemingly gentle purple hand possessed the power to destroy mountains and the earth. The moment the two made contact, with a 'bang,' the seemingly formidable armor shattered like porcelain, and yellow fragments flew in all directions.

Longyang, on the other hand, was forcefully knocked to the ground, and the powerful aftershocks stirred up a sky full of yellow sand, obscuring the view.

The sudden change in the arena immediately silenced the sounds of the battle. Nie Zhaonan, who was already on guard, changed his expression slightly and grabbed the lightning ball that had shrunk to less than the size of a fist without thinking.

The three women, including Wang Ning and Fairy Xiaofeng, turned pale instantly and withdrew from the battle without a second thought.

"go!"

Almost without anyone giving any instructions, the group of people were enveloped in spiritual light and transformed into streaks of light, shooting straight into the sky.

At this moment, the purple smoke expanded and contracted erratically, and suddenly transformed into the appearance of an old Taoist priest. However, his hair was neither black nor silver-white, but emitted a faint purple glow and was shaped like clouds.

Upon seeing this, all the Shadow Clan members present, regardless of their cultivation level, immediately bowed respectfully to him and called out, "Lord Ziyun!"
When Ziyun Daoist saw that Nie Zhaonan and his group were flying away at high speed in their shuttles, almost as fast as him, he was taken aback. Then, when he saw a figure in the yellow sand also trying to escape, he snorted coldly and stomped his foot without any politeness.

A massive surge of primordial energy erupted, sweeping up the yellow sand and forming a colossal foot that crashed down with overwhelming force.

"Ah!" Longyang's heart sank to the deepest point. He had been hit earlier, and although his armor had blocked most of the force, it had still severely injured him. At this moment, his strength was less than half of what it was at its peak.

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