Chapter 901: One Wave After Another

ultivators of Ethereal Spirit Valley exited the grotto, they didn't encounter the expected ambush. Not even a ghost could be seen, which inevitably left them somewhat puzzled."Perhaps the other party...In a flash, the man in brown robes slapped out with his palm, his magical energy rippling outwards as a giant ochre python shot forth from his hand. This was the Earth Python Devour Heaven Technique from the Qingfeng Sect of the ethereal realm. The earth python's jaws gaped wide, swallowing all the ghostly water that surged from the ghost cave into its mouth. Its body rapidly expanded at a visible rate.

Around the murky, dark waters, there were still a few ferocious bony fish. Skeletons holding bone daggers swam in the gloomy water, but they were all sucked into the ground python without exception.

The old man with the Qingli hat extended his hand, and a blue mountain-and-river map unfolded. Inside, there was a roaring wind that broke out of the map, transforming into heaven and earth's gang wind, blowing towards the surging Yin Canal water. The bony fish in the water, holding their crutch skulls, were blown into the air by the gale and flipped upside down, their bones disintegrating.

“You, a swamp python, are quite the eater. But I wonder if you can stomach this king's ghostly water maggots!” The man-headed, serpent-bodied apparition strode across the waves, its hand unfurling like a dark coil. From the depths of the underworld came murky water, and several black shadows darted about, rapidly diving into the python’s maw.

Suddenly, the earth python transformed by magic contorted, as if countless ghosts were raging within. The man in brown's face turned crimson, and with a deafening roar, the earth python exploded into countless ochre light spots, scattering like rain across the sky. The black water poured down, engulfing both the man in brown and the old man in the green hat.

The elder with the emerald-green hat patted his spirit beast pouch. With a cry, an eagle soared into the sky. Its enormous and powerful wings opened wide, scattering the dark water from the Nether Abyss. The elder with the emerald-green hat, regardless of the brown-clad youth's presence, leaped onto the eagle's back. The eagle carried the elder with the emerald-green hat upwards, soaring into the clouds.

“He actually ran, damn it!” The humanoid serpent demon roared in anger. Seeing the brown-clothed youth’s body transform into a yellow light and try to flee, the demon raised its black banner. The river of ghostly water formed by the underworld churned violently, engulfing the brown-clothed youth. Countless shadowy figures, transformed from ghostly water worms, coiled around him.

In the blink of an eye, layers upon layers of brown robes wrapped around it. The specters in the water coiled around it, forming a huge black cocoon. But this black cocoon was like unravelling silk, gradually decreasing. After each strand of blackness diminished, the body of the brown robe became increasingly visible.

However, at this time, the brown-robed youth's body had completely lost its former shape. What was once a sturdy frame was now bloated like a huge water barrel, several times larger than before. His clothes had also been corroded clean by the Nether River Water.

The man's eyeballs bulged out of their sockets, and he roared in excruciating pain. The spectral water worms had burrowed into his body, with several even protruding from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

Boom! Until the young man's body could no longer bear it, it exploded with a bang, shattering into countless fragments, scattered in the dark waters of the Underworld River. The fish in the river, holding their bone-chime spears, screeched and buzzed over, vying to eat the flesh and blood. And the blood that was swallowed transformed into streaks of blood energy.

The man-headed serpent creature greedily inhaled, the streams of blood drilling into its nostrils. The man-headed serpent creature's face contorted with evident pleasure.

The old man in the green-palm hat had just glanced back after the spirit eagle had turned its head, and caught sight of this scene. A chill ran from his toes to his forehead, and a wave of cold shivers washed over him. He could have actually offered some help earlier, but this Ghost King's strength was unfathomable. Even if they teamed up, they were no match for him. The old man in the green-palm hat didn't dare to be sure that if he lent a hand, delaying time might prevent him from escaping at all.

The old man with the green palm hat still had some guilt in his heart. When he saw the miserable state of the young man in brown, that last shred of guilt was instantly frightened away to the farthest reaches.

The ten-level Spirit Hawk beneath him was also terrified, its wings vibrating as it shot through the air like lightning.

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