90: Chapter 90 A Cataclysmic Spell Clash!

The moment they saw this azure figure, the faces of the Cultists instantly turned pale.

"It, it's Catastrophe-level Expert! A Catastrophe Level powerhouse of the Supernatural Bureau!"

"How is that possible? Wasn't he being held back by our forces? How could he appear here?"

"And we clearly have a shielding array; how did he discover this place?"

Terrified voices rose and fell; the Cultists, who had been in high spirits just moments ago, were now completely panicked.

The leading old man looked up, staring fixedly at the azure figure in the sky, his pupils constricting sharply.

Catastrophe-level Expert.

A Catastrophe Level powerhouse of the Supernatural Bureau, an expert of the Azure Feather Pathway, and a famous existence in the entire supernatural world.

Of course he recognized this person.

But why was he here?

They had clearly sent a large number of personnel to assault the city's defensive lines and spread pollution, all to divert the attention of the Supernatural Bureau.

Furthermore, they had set up an extremely Advanced shielding array, capable of blocking even the perception of a Catastrophe Level.

Logically, Catastrophe-level Expert should still be struggling at the edge of the city; it was impossible for him to have discovered this place.

But now, not only had he arrived, but he had arrived so precisely and so quickly.

"Impossible… This is impossible…" the old man muttered to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.

His gaze swept over the equally panicked Cultists and then landed on the still-pulsing sarcoma.

No, he couldn't panic.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Although Catastrophe-level Expert had come, as long as the seed of decay successfully hatched, a single Catastrophe Level powerhouse was nothing.

By then, let alone Catastrophe-level Expert, even if a few more Catastrophe Level powerhouses came, they would only have a dead end.

But—why now of all times?

It was only missing the last bit for the seed of decay to fully hatch.

Why did something have to go wrong at this moment?

The old man gritted his teeth, the rage in his heart almost burning him to ashes.

But he had no time to be angry.

Because in the sky, Catastrophe-level Expert had already moved.

"Boom—!"

The phantom of the azure bird behind him suddenly spread its wings.

The terrifying pressure descended like a collapsing mountain, like a sweeping tsunami, covering the sky and earth.

Those Cultists were all pressed to the ground, their faces pale, even breathing becoming difficult.

The old man's face also became extremely ugly.

But he did not retreat.

"Catastrophe-level Expert!"

The old man roared, his body beginning to twist and deform crazily.

"Crack—crack—crack—!"

The sound of bones breaking was as dense as popping beans; dark green pustules and rotting veins appeared on the surface of his skin.

His body expanded to three meters tall, six hideous tentacles grew from his back, and his hands turned into huge sharp claws.

His aura climbed step by step, the power of the Late Stage Catastrophe Level erupting without reservation!

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you can stop us?"

The old man's voice became hoarse and crazy, surrounded by thick energy of decay and filth.

"The seed of decay is about to hatch; this is an unstoppable fate!"

"It's good that you came; you can just become nourishment for the seed of decay!"

He suddenly raised his right claw, dark green energy condensing crazily in his palm, turning into an energy ball exuding the aura of death.

Catastrophe-level Expert hovered in the air, looking at the completely mutated old man, but shook his head:

"Is it worth it to turn yourself into this neither-human-nor-ghost appearance for the sake of power?"

"You Cultists are always like this; for the sake of so-called faith, you don't even spare yourselves."

"In the end, you are nothing but a pile of pathetic consumables."

The old man's pupils contracted sharply, and he roared in rage: "What do you know!"

He suddenly pushed the energy ball in his hand— "Go to hell!"

"Boom—!" The dark green energy ball turned into a thick beam of light, carrying the aura of destroying everything, and blasted toward Catastrophe-level Expert!

Catastrophe-level Expert didn't even move.

He just narrowed his eyes, and the phantom of the azure bird behind him suddenly spread its wings.

"Rumble—!" The azure power of wind and thunder roared out like a mad Dragon, instantly colliding with the dark green light beam!

"Boom—!!!"

The moment the two forces collided, an earth-shattering loud noise erupted!

The terrifying shockwave swept in all directions; the ground was shattered, and the air was wailing.

Those Cultists who were close by didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were torn to pieces by the shockwave.

Dark green blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the scene instantly turned into a living hell.

Even the Cultists who weren't killed by the shockwave were shaken and unsteady, some spitting blood, some passing out directly.

Although Su Lin was at a distance, he still clearly felt that terrifying shockwave.

The nearby trees were even shattered into powder in the impact of the energy, scattering across the sky.

"Is this the battle of a Catastrophe Level…" Su Lin muttered to himself, a flash of shock in his eyes.

He could clearly perceive that the terrifying degree of those two forces far exceeded his imagination.

That could no longer be described as simply "powerful."

It was a destructive force that could change the terrain and tear space apart.

If he took a hit head-on, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

However, he was not too worried.

Because he didn't need to confront it head-on at all.

He just needed to wait for the right moment.

"Damn it!" The old man's face became extremely ugly.

He stared fixedly at the unscathed Catastrophe-level Expert in the sky, then turned to look at the still-pulsing sarcoma.

Just a little bit more… It was clearly just missing the last bit, and the seed of decay would be able to fully hatch.

By then, he would be able to receive the blessing of the God of Decay and Filth.

Step into the Dominator Level, or even touch the threshold of immortality!

But this damn Catastrophe-level Expert had to appear at this moment!

If they continued to fight, the seed of decay would likely be affected, or even destroyed.

He had to lure this damn guy away and let the seed of decay continue to hatch!

The old man gritted his teeth, a flash of determination in his eyes.

"Catastrophe-level Expert!" He roared, starting to burn his own Origin of life, his power beginning to skyrocket crazily.

"You insist on stopping us, right? Then I'll play with you to the end!"

His body expanded again, and the energy of decay and filth surged out like a breached dam.

Behind him, a terrifying, disgusting, and twisted phantom slowly emerged.

It was a huge monster of decay and filth, covered in pustules and rotting veins, exuding a nauseating aura.

Catastrophe-level Expert saw this, and the disgust on his face could not be concealed: "For the sake of this kind of evil path, you are actually willing to burn your own life? You are truly hopeless!"

The old man smiled miserably: "As long as the ritual can be completed, what does death matter?"

As he spoke, he suddenly roared loudly: "All of you, listen to my orders, continue to hatch the seed of decay; this is our only hope!"

Hearing this, the surviving Cultists trembled, and a crazy light reignited in their eyes.

"Yes!"

The next second, the old man suddenly pounced toward Catastrophe-level Expert! "Ahhhhhh!!!"

He roared, his massive body colliding toward Catastrophe-level Expert like a cannonball.

"Boom—!" The two forces collided again, erupting with an earth-shattering loud noise.

But this time, the old man's sharp claws locked tightly onto the shoulders of Catastrophe-level Expert, the energy of decay and filth surging crazily, forcibly pushing Catastrophe-level Expert to fly into the distance.

"You—!" Catastrophe-level Expert's face changed, wanting to break free, but the old man's strength skyrocketed after burning his life, and he actually couldn't break free for a moment.

"Get lost!" The old man hissed, pushing Catastrophe-level Expert with all his might.

"Boom—!" Only a sound of breaking through the air was heard, and their figures disappeared at the end of the horizon in the blink of an eye.

That old man burned his own life, actually just to take Catastrophe-level Expert away from the scene.

Their figures soon disappeared into the horizon, leaving only bursts of rumbling coming from the distance.

The scene fell into a deathly silence.

Only the huge sarcoma was still "thump, thump, thump" pulsing, exuding a heart-palpitating aura.

The Cultists stared blankly as the old man and Catastrophe-level Expert disappeared into the distant horizon, their minds blank.

But soon, they came back to their senses from the shock.

"Quick! Speed it up!"

"This is the time the master fought for us; we must not let it go to waste!"

"The seed of decay is about to hatch; we are about to succeed!"

The Cultists mobilized one after another, starting to cast Spells again.

Dark green energy surged into the huge sarcoma like a tide.

Their eyes were filled with madness and determination.

As for Su Lin, he watched the figures of the old man and Catastrophe-level Expert disappear into the distant horizon.

He first used his Mental Energy to perceive the surroundings, and after confirming there was nothing unusual.

He immediately smiled with satisfaction and said indifferently:

"Very good, the most troublesome guy has already left."

"Now, it is time for me to appear."