532: Chapter 532 Battle Between the Two Armies

[The ten people fled far away. The Poisonous Miasma did not pursue them, but turned toward another place—]

[A warship of the Heavenly Palace.]

[The Cultivators on the warship saw the Poisonous Miasma surging toward them and were scared out of their wits, their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.]

[Yan Feng was also on this warship.]

[You were coming specifically for him.]

[The Poisonous Miasma churned like a giant beast eyeing its prey, rapidly closing in.]

[Yan Feng stood on the warship's deck, staring fixedly at the purple-black mist before him that blotted out the sky.]

[He did not retreat; instead, he soared into the air, sacrificed a Magic Treasure, and launched a fierce attack at the Poisonous Miasma.]

[A Sword Light slashed out, the Sword Qi like a rainbow, cleaving toward the Poisonous Miasma.]

[The Poisonous Miasma split open a small gap, but it quickly closed again, like the surface of water scattered by the wind, returning to its original state in an instant.]

[Yan Feng gritted his teeth and slashed another sword.]

[And another.]

[And another.]

[Sword Qi crisscrossed, carving small sword marks into the Poisonous Miasma.]

[But those wounds healed in the blink of an eye, as if they had never appeared.]

[To you, this kind of attack was like an itch being scratched.]

[The Poisonous Miasma surged, and suddenly a giant claw extended, the purple-black mist condensing into five fingers that firmly gripped him.]

[Yan Feng's entire body shook as he struggled desperately.]

[But the giant claw tightened further, and the Law of Poison seeped into him through his skin.]

[He looked down to see that his chest had already begun to rot, a bloody mess with strange purple-black edges, as if concentrated acid had been poured on it.]

[His eyes turned red, his body trembled all over, and he looked back at the warship behind him, roaring in a hoarse voice:]

["Quick—"]

["Fire at me!"]

[He roared loudly, his voice filled with despair and madness.]

[The people on the warship were stunned for a moment, then immediately steadied their minds.]

[The warship commander gritted his teeth and waved his hand fiercely:]

["Fire! Fire now!"]

[The muzzles roared in unison, and dozens of Spiritual Lights shot out simultaneously, piercing through the Void Realm.]

[The Spiritual Light passed through Yan Feng's body—]

[His body was instantly disintegrated, from head to toe, bit by bit turning into spots of light and dissipating into the Void Realm.]

[There was no scream, no struggle.]

[Nothing was left behind.]

[It was as if this person had never existed.]

[The Spiritual Light continued forward, slamming fiercely into the Poisonous Miasma.]

[Boom—!]

[The Spiritual Light exploded, and a long crack was blasted into the Poisonous Miasma, while holes were burned into it.]

[The purple-black mist splattered in all directions like torn cloth, tumbling in the Void Realm.]

[On the warship, there was a deathly silence.]

[Everyone stared at the Poisonous Miasma, at those cracks, and at those holes.]

[One second.]

[Two seconds.]

[Three seconds.]

[Those cracks began to heal.]

[The holes began to fill.]

[The poisonous mist churned and gathered, as if being kneaded together by an invisible hand.]

[Soon, it returned to its original state—though its area was significantly smaller than at the beginning.]

[The warship commander's hand froze in mid-air, his lips pale, and his pupils trembling slightly.]

["It... it's still there..."]

[Someone murmured, their voice carrying a sob.]

[However—you weren't feeling well either.]

[You gritted your teeth and endured, the Poisonous Miasma you had transformed into churning as it swept toward that warship.]

["It's coming! It's coming!"]

["Run—"]

["Ah—!"]

[On the warship, wails rose from all sides.]

[The Poisonous Miasma enveloped the entire warship; the hull began to corrode, the Spiritual Light dimmed, and the muzzles rusted.]

[Those Cultivators struggled and screamed in the mist, turning into bloody water.]

[A warship with hundreds of Spirit Transformation Cultivators all perished within a few short breaths.]

[In the distance, the people from the Heavenly Palace watched this scene, their pupils trembling.]

[Someone murmured to themselves, their voice carrying a sob.]

["What on earth is that thing..."]

["A devil... that's a devil..."]

["Poison Dao?" someone's voice trembled, "Is that a Poison Dao Divine Ability?"]

[As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of even more people changed.]

[One must know that Poison Dao is not something just anyone can cultivate.]

[One must possess a certain Poison Dao Physique—such people are extremely rare, and most of them are in the Poison Dao Academy. Because only the Poison Dao Academy possesses the strongest Legacy regarding the Poison Dao.]

[Once the Poison Dao is mastered, it is the most terrifying existence in group battles.]

[It doesn't reason with you or compete with your methods; it is simply poison.]

[To touch it is to die; to encounter it is to perish.]

[It cannot be scattered or destroyed; if you sever one of its arms, it just rolls over and comes back.]

[Anyone who encounters such a person would feel their scalp go numb.]

["How can we even fight this..."]

[Someone murmured, their voice full of despair.]

[You didn't care about these people.]

[The Poisonous Miasma churned, sweeping toward one warship after another.]

[One, two, three—]

[The purple-black mist descended, warships corroded, Spiritual Lights dimmed, and muzzles rusted.]

[One by one, Spirit Transformation Cultivators screamed and struggled, turning into bloody water.]

[Wails rose and fell one after another.]

[Time passed bit by bit like this.]

[One day, two days, three days.]

[You couldn't remember how many warships you had devoured, or how many Spirit Transformation Cultivators had turned into bloody water within the Poisonous Miasma.]

[The purple-black mist churned, sweeping through one enemy ship after another like a tireless giant beast, slowly advancing through the starry sky.]

[After another five days and nights.]

[In this War Zone where you were located, a gap was forcibly torn open because of you.]

[You scanned the other War Zones—both sides had lost more than half of their personnel.]

[Seven or eight-tenths of the warships had also fallen, their wreckage floating in the Void Realm like silent tombstones.]

[The number of Void Refining Cultivators had decreased by eighty percent, each with a withered Aura, no longer possessing the world-destroying Aura they once had.]

[Only a dozen or so Body Integration Cultivators remained, all of them injured; some had lost an arm, some were missing a leg, and some were covered in blood, still gritting their teeth and holding on.]

[Both sides seemed to be exhausted.]

[You also felt the strain.]

[Maintaining this Poisonous Miasma spanning hundreds of thousands of miles consumed your Divine Soul power every moment.]

[Although the artillery fire hitting your body couldn't harm your foundation, every hit felt like a knife gouging out flesh, making your consciousness blur from the pain.]

[You gritted your teeth, struggling to stabilize the poisonous mist.]

[Just then—]

[From the depths of the starry sky, an invisible pressure suddenly descended.]

[Before you could react, your entire being was frozen in place.]

[It wasn't that your body was frozen.]

[It was that space itself was frozen.]

[The Void Realm around you was like frozen river water, solidifying into a block of transparent amber.]

[You were embedded inside, unable to move.]

[Even the Poisonous Miasma stopped churning, the purple-black mist frozen in mid-air like a still painting.]

[Immediately after, an invisible Law Power surged from the depths of the starry sky, silent yet carrying world-destroying power.]

[That power came straight for you; everywhere it passed, space shattered inch by inch, and even light was devoured.]

[Your pupils suddenly contracted.]

[No escape.]

[Unable to move.]

[You could only watch helplessly as that power surged toward you.]