71: Chapter 71 Battle Against the Python

Dark purple poisonous mist, like the oldest plague of the Savage Continent, gushed out from the Ink-scaled Python's giant mouth.

That poisonous mist was not ordinary Savage Beast poisonous mist; it carried the gloomy luster of Shadow Power, looking like a dark purple river cursed by the savage gods in the gloomy dense forest.

Wherever the poisonous mist passed, moss withered, spirit fungi turned to ash, and the bark of ancient trees emitted acrid white smoke as if soaked in strong acid; the air twisted and deformed in the erosion of the mist like boiling water.

Zhao Linger stood at the very front of the team.

The petite body of the Spirit Sound Master was like a spirit sparrow facing a storm about to swallow the world before the giant mouth of the Ink-scaled Python, but she did not retreat; her lips were already parted, and spirit power surged within her like a pink river.

"String, Sound, Wall!"

Her hands suddenly pulled apart in the void, as if pulling an invisible bowstring; the Spirit Sound Master's entire spirit power poured into it like a flood breaking a dam, and a pink translucent sound wave barrier unfolded before her.

That barrier was like a shield woven from musical notes, pink ripples undulating on the barrier's surface like water waves; the high-frequency vibration of the sound waves formed a visible layer of distortion on the barrier's surface, like heat waves after the air was scorched.

The dark purple poisonous mist collided with the sound wave barrier.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!"

The ear-piercing hissing sound was like ten thousand poisonous snakes flicking their tongues at once; the sound waves tore apart the Shadow Power particles within the poisonous mist during high-frequency vibration, and the components of Shadow Power were like shattered glass under the high-frequency resonance of the sound waves, turning into dark purple dust and scattering.

However, the Savage Beast venom part could not be completely decomposed by the sound waves.

The poisonous mist was dual-structured, consisting of Shadow Power and Savage Beast venom; the sound waves could tear apart the Shadow Power particles, but the Savage Beast venom was a physical corrosive liquid, and it pierced through the gaps of the sound wave barrier like fine dark purple rain.

Zhao Linger's spirit power was being consumed frantically; every time the sound wave barrier tore apart a piece of Shadow Power particles, it required a massive consumption of spirit power, and the infiltration of the Savage Beast venom caused the barrier's surface to appear with tiny holes, like moth-eaten silk.

"Three,"

She gritted her teeth, her baby face pulled tight into a line; beads of sweat on her forehead were like morning dew sliding off petals.

"Two,"

Blood seeped from the corners of her mouth, and her spirit power began to backlash from over-consumption; the sound wave barrier trembled frantically under the dual erosion of the poisonous mist, like a spirit vine drum surface repeatedly battered by a rainstorm, on the verge of collapse every second.

"One,"

The barrier shattered.

Like a spirit flower withering in a storm, the pink sound wave barrier was like pink crystal crushed to pieces in the final impact of the dark purple poisonous mist, the fragments scattering in the air like pink fireflies.

The remaining poisonous mist pierced through the barrier; Zhao Linger had no time to dodge, and the aftermath of the poisonous mist swept across her right arm like a giant dark purple hand.

"Hiss!"

Dark purple poison marks instantly spread on her fair arm, like black vines spreading on a snow-white canvas; starting from her wrist, it was as if a curse had been drawn on her skin by a savage god with a brush of Shadow Power.

The dark purple patterns wound up her slender arm like a snake, crossing her elbow and climbing onto her shoulder; every inch of the spread brought excruciating pain like burning fire.

Zhao Linger's right arm instantly lost all sensation, as if that arm no longer belonged to her; the pink glimmer of spirit sound wave power still remained on the Spirit Sound Master's fingertips, but that glimmer quickly dimmed under the erosion of the dark purple poison marks like a candle in the wind.

Her lips turned slightly purple; the toxins were infiltrating her spirit veins.

"Linger!"

Wang Sheng's voice was like golden thunder; that voice carried a kind of fear Zhao Linger had never heard before—not the fear of facing a Savage Beast, but the fear of her being injured.

Zhao Linger struggled to take a step back; her left arm was still supporting her on the ground, her petite body swaying precariously in the aftermath of the poisonous mist like a candle in the wind, but she was still conscious.

She looked up, her large, round eyes filled with tearful pain, but in that tearful light, there was no regret.

"I'm fine, strike quickly."

Her voice was weak but clear, like the softest yet firmest musical note of a Spirit Sound Master.

The moment he saw Zhao Linger injured, Wang Sheng's Power of Holy Light was like a volcanic eruption.

It was not the golden spirit power that was gentle like flowing water during cultivation, nor was it the controllable Power of Holy Light like a golden long dragon during battle; rather, it was as if the oldest volcano on the Savage Continent had awakened within him.

Golden light surged uncontrollably from every one of his pores, stronger than any time before; it was not the light a Warrior Rank 4 should possess.

That was power driven by rage, transcending his limits.

Zhao Linger's injured arm, the dark purple poison marks like vines crawling all over her fair, jade-like skin, the paleness on that baby face after the pain, the blood seeping from her lips, the dark purple curse spreading on her right arm—

Everything was as clear in his mind as if burned by the Power of Holy Light, and everything ignited a golden flame in his chest that transcended the limits of a Rank 4 Barbarian Warrior.

"Shield of Light, full power, activate!"

A huge golden light shield condensed in front of him; the light shield was three times larger than what he usually condensed, and the golden light exploded in the gloomy dense forest like the sun.

The poisonous mist collided with the light shield; the Shadow Power part quickly melted away before the Power of Holy Light like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun. Although the Savage Beast venom part could not be purified by the Power of Holy Light, the thickness of the golden light shield's spirit power was enough to block it outside the shield's surface.

The dark purple poisonous mist was like a tide hitting a dam before the golden light shield; it was split in two and flowed backward from Wang Sheng's sides.

Zhao Linger was behind Wang Sheng, and the golden light shield completely enveloped her under the protection of the Power of Holy Light.

In the Ink-scaled Python's dark golden vertical pupils, the dark purple patterns were writhing frantically like snakes; the Savage Beast eroded by Shadow Power had an instinctive hostility toward the Power of Holy Light, just as shadows were born as the enemies of light.

It saw that golden sun exploding in the gloomy dense forest; its vertical pupils contracted, and then, it was enraged.

The Ink-scaled Python moved.

The twenty-meter-long giant python body surged through the dense forest like a river woven from the night itself by the savage gods; its giant tail swept across, as if a black mountain was moving, and ancient trees snapped like wheat stalks under the sweep of the giant tail.

The tree crowns fell rustlingly like rain, and the ground, the moment the giant tail passed over, was like a plowed field, with soil flying and gravel scattering.

Wang Sheng met it head-on with Holy Light Slash.

A golden light blade condensed from his right hand, like a golden long dragon greeting the black mountain; gold and black collided in the dense forest, sparks splashing like a waterfall, and golden light dust and black scale fragments were like the most spectacular fireworks on the Savage Continent.

"Boom!"

The shockwave of the collision was like a palm strike from a savage god, blowing away all the shrubs and moss within a ten-meter radius.

But the Ink-scaled Python's power was too great; a Warrior Tier 5 Savage Beast, after being stimulated by Shadow Power, approached Warrior Tier 6, which was not power that Warrior Rank 4 Wang Sheng could withstand head-on; the remaining momentum of the giant tail was as unstoppable as a tsunami.