Decaying World

Chapter 251 Reunion
Inside the pirate ship's cabin, the four huddled together, looking out the small window at the dense fog and clouds that blended together, making it impossible to distinguish anything.

For a moment, all four of them felt downcast.

Such weather makes it impossible to wait for the right opportunity, not to mention that this strange celestial phenomenon itself represents unpredictable danger.

"Could it be that we are really going to die here, forever?" Old Mingde's eyes were slightly moist.

The daughter, Weiwei, stood to the side, looking somewhat dazed. She was thinking about what posture and state she should adopt to face her final death if she were to encounter real danger.

It was a rather dull question, but on this ship, the endless toil and labor day and night gradually extinguished any hope she once had, and life became numb and mechanical.

My only pastime is spending my time on trivial, meaningless things.

The ship was rocking and trembling violently.

The four of them were in a deep slump and were almost in despair when suddenly, a faint gasp came from the window opposite.

"Look what that is!?"

"A shooting star!? It looks like a shooting star!? But how could a shooting star appear in a place like this!?"

"What a clear shooting star!"

"It's still red! It looks like it's burning!!"

The four looked at each other in bewilderment, and soon they too saw the so-called shooting star.

From their perspective, through the window, they could see streaks of crimson fire shooting stars, trailing long flames, hurtling towards the thickest part of the black fog in the dark sky outside.

"No, that wasn't a shooting star!!" a white-haired old man suddenly shouted.

"That's a moth-cart!! I've seen these kinds of moth-carts accelerate over long distances in Tianchong City! Just like that!!"

"A moth-drawn carriage?! My God! Are all the people on that carriage important?! They're heading straight for the center of that black mist, are they planning to completely resolve this strange black mist?!"

"Perhaps there's a chance!" Mingchen's eyes hardened, and he exchanged glances with his two fellow disciples. The despair in his heart changed slightly once again.

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In the sky.

Lin Hui stood inside the moth cart and flew headlong towards the center of the black mist.

Ouyang Yining stood to his side, slightly behind him, constantly adjusting a miniature rhombus-shaped purple crystal in her hand.

As she made her adjustments, the direction of the entire moth-drawn carriage procession also changed slightly.

This is the core of the isolation artifact array that covers and surrounds the moth-cart procession, and its function is to protect the moth-carts from the corrosive effects of the external black mist.

Before long, the flames on the wings of all the moth carriages went out, their speed decreased greatly, and they gradually came to a stop.

“They sensed our arrival,” Ouyang Yining said nervously.

She couldn't help but be tense, because this massive black mist had already swallowed up several exploration teams in succession. Even as the Blood Ancestor, she couldn't help but be on edge in the face of such a huge threat.

"Sir, what should we do now?" She looked at Lin Hui expectantly.

From the moment she decided to follow Lin Hui, she had already tied her fate to him.

This was a decision she made after investigating a great deal of information and intelligence.

Now is the time to test this decision.

Faced with this vast expanse of black fog, Lin Hui also felt somewhat at a loss.

He had no experience with this kind of thing, but he agreed to the mission because he was confident in his abilities.

Looking at the black misty sea in front of him, he pondered for a moment, considering what abilities he currently possessed to deal with it.

Dharma seal?

That is to strengthen oneself.

Whirlwind Sword Technique? The range is too small.

Typhoon Sword Technique?

The range might be sufficient, but whether the black mist can be dispersed is still unknown; it's worth a try, though.

seal?

I've never tried sealing such a large target before. Besides, the Nine-Eyed One can only seal living beings, unless this thing is an entire living being.

After much deliberation, Lin Hui decided that he could only try using the Typhoon Sword Technique. If that didn't work, he would have to invoke the power of the wind disaster.

'It seems I lack the skills to handle complex situations. No wonder relics are so popular; these treasures significantly expand my repertoire for dealing with various problems and reduce my weaknesses.'

He wondered if he should also acquire some relics to supplement his abilities.

Then, he reached out and slowly drew his sword.

The tip of the Ruyi Sword was drawn from its sheath, pointing forward.

Soon, subtle, invisible fluctuations spread out in all directions from its core.

Amidst the rumbling sound.

Countless air currents converged in the sky, forming dark clouds.

Dark clouds swirl, and lightning flashes.

A massive cyclone vortex formed instantly, covering the entire area of ​​the sea.

"Step back and wait for me."

Lin Hui leaped off the moth cart and flew out, floating in mid-air.

He raised the Ruyi scepter high and gently swung it forward.

Typhoon Sword Technique - One Sword Returns to the Wind.

This is a normal sword move, but it is amplified by the terrifying typhoon.

A massive gray-black tornado suddenly exploded behind Lin Hui.

The tornado rose from the sea, mixed with seawater, like a gray dragon, roaring and howling, bursting out from behind Lin Hui, brushing past him, and rushing towards the black misty sea.

As the tornado swept past, the moth-drawn convoy was startled and lost its balance, almost being swept away by the black fog over the sea.

The colossal tornado, with a diameter exceeding several thousand meters, crashed into the center of the black mist with a deafening roar. It was like a black stirring rod being forcefully plunged into a quiet cup of black coffee.

A large amount of black mist was stirred up, squeezed, and exploded.

"Insolence!!" Just then, a majestic roar came from the depths of the black mist.

A tall figure with a human body and a fish tail, wielding a golden double-pointed trident and covered in black scale armor, roared as it flew towards the gray-black tornado.

He raised the double-pointed trident, his body glowing with a faint golden light, and slammed it forward.

Behind it, countless black mists surged forth, transforming into the shape of a giant double-pointed fork, which together crashed towards the tornado.

Boom!

The tornado and the black mist's twin forks collided and canceled each other out.

But the next second, three giant tornadoes rose up behind Lin Hui again, roaring like evil dragons as they rushed towards the black mist sea.

He slowly sheathed his sword, floating quietly in mid-air, watching the three new tornadoes fight against the golden mermaid giant.

As long as the heavens swirl, so too will he.

This is the essence of the Typhoon Sword Technique. If the massive celestial phenomenon overhead cannot be defeated, then such a tornado will be endless and never-ending. Even if it disperses, it can easily summon another one.

Dozens of seconds later, the three tornadoes were destroyed, and the panting merman looked in despair at the ten gray tornadoes that rose up again behind Lin Hui.

what! ! !
He let out a final, desperate roar in anger.

Then, wielding its golden double-pointed fork, it was engulfed and swallowed by the gray tornado, disappearing from sight.

"Admirable courage, but we are on different sides, so I apologize, warrior." Lin Hui stood high in the sky, his eyes calm, looking down at the black mist sea that was slowly being torn apart by the ten gray-black tornadoes.

"kill!!"

"The Mist God of Black Clouds has arrived!! Let's attack together! Buy some last bit of time for the ritual!!"

"Fear not, death is but the beginning of new life! With the protection of our Lord, the future will surely belong to us!!"

The fog dissipated.

Countless powerful mermaids took to the air, some standing on moth carts, some flying on their own, some unarmed, and some fully armored.

The weapons were incredibly diverse, including swords, spears, forks, and even rocket launchers-like mist-launching weapons.

They were densely packed, numbering no less than 100,000, like a swarm of ants, rushing towards Lin Hui in the sky.

But the next moment, ten gray tornadoes roared into them, tearing everything they touched to shreds, turning it into dust and merging into their midst.

"The tragedy of the weak," Lin Hui sighed. This was the reason why he had been working hard in his cultivation and never dared to slack off for a moment.

The reason is that I don't want to become such a miserable weakling.

Freedom is the right of the strong.

The weak can only be dominated.

This is the fundamental principle of this world.

Just when he thought everything had completely dissipated, suddenly a black chain shot out from the deepest part of the Black Mist Sea.

The chains gleamed with golden light and, in the blink of an eye, pierced through a gray-black tornado, shattering it.

Then came the second, the third, and the fourth.

In the blink of an eye, all ten tornadoes were pierced and destroyed.

The chain head was the size of a house, hundreds of meters wide, and there was even a person standing directly on top of it.

A long-haired man with three black horizontal lines painted on his face.

The man was dressed in magnificent black full-body armor, his long black hair danced wildly in the wind, he held a golden double-pointed fork, and a colorful eye shone between his eyebrows.

"I am Kachus, the progenitor of humanity, a descendant of the gods of the lost and the homeland. Lay down your weapons, and those who surrender will not die!"

He communicated in a clumsy, telepathic manner.

The sound was intermittent, and I could only barely understand its meaning.

Lin Hui ignored it. With a thought, twenty gray-black tornadoes rose up behind him once more, sweeping across his location and rushing towards the black-armored, long-haired divine descendant opposite him.

Using the Typhoon Sword Technique to launch long-range attacks, thus avoiding any potential contact with the opponent, was one of the methods he devised.

So far, he hasn't even used the true killing move of the Typhoon Sword Technique, nor has he activated the magic seal, or even turned on the special effects.

With just his actual swordsmanship, he overwhelmed his opponent, leaving him breathless.

At this moment, he was far stronger than when he fought Tu Yue.

"A descendant of gods? His strength should be the strongest below the Mist God, right?" He still had the leisure to ask Ouyang Yining behind him.

“Yes, there is often an alternation between divine descendants and low-ranking mist gods. The difference between top-ranking divine descendants and low-ranking mist gods is not significant,” Ouyang Yining replied quickly.

"Then he'll do." Lin Hui's heart stirred. He uttered a cryptic remark and continued his battle with the divine descendant.

The two seemed to be in tacit agreement, not to continue upgrading, but to slowly advance towards the Black Mist Sea.

About an hour later, the black mist dissipated, revealing a dilapidated ritual island.

The island was littered with destroyed ritual metal rails, and remnants of black mist were everywhere.

The god-born Kachus fought and retreated, eventually giving up on defending the island and leaving completely.

Both Lin Hui and he could sense that the other party was concealing their true strength.

So they simply cooperated and put on a show together.

It was obvious that Kachus knew he couldn't stop the endless stream of troops from Black Cloud City, so he took the opportunity to cede this sea area.

"Now that they've given up this place, what was their original purpose? They must have had a reason for spending so many people and resources, right?" Lin Hui floated on the island.

"Regardless, these are tasks for the other elders of the Extreme Desire Heaven, and have nothing to do with us. We've completed our mission objectives, that's enough. Thank you for your hard work, sir," Ouyang Yining earnestly transmitted his voice from behind.

"That's right," Lin Hui nodded.

(End of this chapter)