The Immortal’s Poison

Over three hundred Qing Miao clansmen hissed and roared as they counterattacked witchcraft spells with witchcraft spells and tried their best to resist the raiders' attacks. The Second Mother was burning with impatience for the wicked witch must surely be casting some important spell at this moment. The wicked witch possesses the ability to wrest all their lives away with her devilry at any moment. The enemy was right in front of the Second Mother's eyes, yet she was shielded by her relatives!

The wicked witch Chi Liang's expression returned to her former sweet smile. A dozen of the children had fallen to the ground but the Great Devil's Incantation has not come to a halt. The thunderous sound of chanting echoed in all directions from the boundless canopy of the sky. The darkness which had been away from the night sky by the wicked witch's dance has turned from strands of darkness into a dark tidewater that splashed onto the soaring pillar of fire in waves.

The pillar of fire had turned from white to yellow and gradually darkened until it finally transformed into a sheer black color. However, the flames were still burning and they teased around in a seductive manner.

The moon had risen to the middle of the sky!

The Second Mother's attack was gradually exceeding her power. She was confronted by a life-and-death struggle - ever since she started her attack she had no hesitation at all on whether it was her siblings or relatives who were standing before her. She continued to cast her witchcraft mercilessly but eventually, she could no longer withstand the resistance from hundreds of people. Moreover, the ultimate witchcraft spell of Miao Bujiao's disciples was released upon death; every person's death would trigger their long-refined signature spell and release the most ruthless tyrannical spell that they had cultivated in their entire lifetime!

The Qing Miao master cultivators who had followed the Second Mother were now curled up on the ground. Their witchcraft powers were completely depleted and they were now fully assaulted by the enemy's witchcraft spells. Some died while others were wounded; they did not even have the strength to stand up. Little Chi Maojiu was still following closely next to the Second Mother as he stared attentively at the sky with his bright gaze and continued to control the flock of crows to send waves upon waves of attack into the Miao stockade village.

However, there weren't many crows left in the flock by now.

The Qing Miao clansmen in the stockade village were different from the ‘Swarm of Bees'. The disciples of the ‘Swarm of Bees' were but guard dogs to the clansmen; they killed for a living and died killing. The witchcraft power of the ‘Swarm of Bees' was of an ordinary level, their advantage was that they had the ability to move stealthily in the forest without a trace. The Qing Miao clansmen in the stockade village, however, were the orthodox disciples of witchcraft cultivation. They cast their spells with their blood and they countered spells with their hatred! Sharp howls and shrill screams soared to the sky as the apocalypse-inducing witchcraft power that had been summoned by the Second Mother and the rest gradually came to its end like an arrow nearing the end of its flight. They watched helplessly as they slowly lost their hold and suddenly felt the pressure exerted on their bodies lighten.

When all the chaos had broken loose, the brothers Bushuo and Buzuo weren't rattled at all. They expressed the quintessence of stealth movement by the Death Trademark to its full potential all the way until the yellow-shirt person had started dealing with Wen Leyang. Oly then they had no choice but to kill the enemy with poison.

The yellow-shirt person's corpse had just crumpled onto the ground when the three-inch nail Wen Bushuo suddenly leaped into the air and threw the corpse at the Qing Miao clansmen in the stockade village!

Wen Buzuo, on the other hand, dashed in huge strides towards the young married woman who was entangled and was fighting hard against Wen Leyang.

The corpse had only just been tossed into the air when dozens of tuberfleece flower vines rose from the ground like poisonous snakes. The vines raised their heads and shot towards the sky before lashing ferociously at the corpse.

Whack!

The loud noise was crisp and clear. Under the constant lashing of the tuberfleece flower vines, the yellow-shirt person's corpse turned into a puddle of crystal-clear shimmering liquid. Countless droplets happily dispersed and splashed in all directions before raining onto the heads of the Qing Miao clansmen in the stockade village. The sound of agonized screams began to echo from all directions. In a flash, every Qing Miao clansman who had been rained on by the poisoned droplets clutched their throat in agony. Their bodies convulsed and they were poisoned to death in the blink of an eye!

The Qing Miao clansmen had almost managed to kill the Second Mother and the rest, yet unexpectedly the poisonous rain had dropped down from the clouds. There were dozens of them who had not managed to dodge in time and were poisoned to death one by one. The frontline of the battle became messed up all at once.

The three-inch nail sneered as he walked in great strides and planted deep footprints in the direction of the Miao stockade village. His signature skill was the Poison of Water; other than a thin layer of skin on his first victim, the rest of the bones, flesh, and blood vessels had turned into poisoned water. There was no way to salvage the poisoned victim!

Meanwhile, Wen Leyang suddenly shouted loudly and simultaneously bounced his body which was entangled with the young married woman. He separated with her in midair before each of them then slammed hard back onto the ground.

The young married woman's eyes were wide open, she was flooded with unwillingness and disbelief as strands upon strands of strong grayish and white-colored poison flashed past her eyes once in a while. Initially, her primordial spirit energy had obviously triumphed over this teenager who had been entangled with herself into a hideous mess. However, the opponent's ghastly punch was like a nest full of hungry termites that chewed and gnawed on her energy strand by strand, greatly reducing it until finally her primordial spirit energy was completely drained!

As Wen Leyang tumbled onto the ground, he pointed at the young married woman and said to Wen Buzuo who was dashing over, "Detoxify her…keep her alive!" Before he could finish his sentence, the vision before his eyes brightened abruptly and a sharp long howl and the old monk's hoarse shout was heard concurrently!

The Fire Sparrow had burst into a ball of flames in midair, creating a lustrous and dazzling scene. The silver-colored little flying sword too fell to the ground in an askew manner. The old monk Ji Fei was ghastly pale and his body was trembling profusely as he forced a smile and cursed, "What a strong beast!"

Initially, the old monk had gradually conquered the better side of the struggle. If the Fire Sparrow had been a magical weapon, Ji Fei would surely have been on his guard in case the opposing party trumped up a countercharge in face of an impending death. However, the Fire Sparrow was unexpectedly a living creature with a fiery temper. It would rather die than retreat so it had intentionally exploded itself in midair, causing the old monk's primordial spirit which had been attached to the flying sword to suffer a strong vibration that severely wounded him.

The moon continued to crawl into the sky soundlessly as if it was entranced by the black-colored pillar of fire.

At the moment the moon directly lined up with the pillar of fire, the wicked witch Chi Liang suddenly stopped her dance. Her face was ashen as she slumped onto the ground but a satisfied and charming smile still hung upon her face!

The full moon was lined up perfectly with the soaring black fire and the savage sound of loud chanting suddenly transformed into a terrifying howl beyond everyone's imagination. It was as if the vast, open country had been punctured by a sharp object and all the air in the whole area was surging out and escaping with a loud howling sound. It absorbed every other sound from the space in a flash!

Everyone stopped their movements in the midst of the weird and horrible howl, their fragile eardrums utterly could not endure this terrifying pressure which was like a thick steel hammer accompanied by the imposing manner of the heavens splitting and the earth cracking. The unbearable sound drilled from every person's eardrums to the bottom of their heart.

Everyone, there was caught off guard and they immediately covered their heads with their hands as they tumbled onto the ground. Their bodies were like dried shrimps as they curled up with all their might, yet the brain-boiling howl could not be shielded by their palms!

Bushuo, Buzuo, and the old monk Ji Fei too screamed in agony. Their faces were akin to gold foil paper as they swayed twice an spun around in a semicircle on the same spot before they fell outstretched onto the ground!

The sky-splitting sharp howl took down everyone in a flash and broke all the witchcraft spells. The winter crows and golden bees wailed as they dropped and crashed into puddles of pulp!

The wicked witch Chi Liang leaned onto the fire altar. Her entire body was boneless and weak but a smile which was so sweet it made one's mouth parched and tongue scorched was still hanging on her face.

Just as the sky-splitting loud howl erupted, the pillar of fire in the middle of the Miao stockade village leaped around vigorously. Like a raging dragon, it struggled free from its black-colored shell's shackles and soared towards the sky from the holy altar! The darkness that had been stripped away from the sky disintegrated in the blink of an eye and scattered into s million pieces of remnants. However, the remnants did not disperse, it was like a humongous drifting object and surrounded the raging flames in midair while it danced seductively!

The raging flames suddenly erupted with a brightness that was more abominable than the steel prickles of the Buddha's Light Bug. It appeared without warning and the scorching brightness was akin to melted gold, it burned everyone's eyes in a flash!

The sky-splitting loud noise echoed around sharply as the apocalyptic magnificent brightness burned fiercely!

Layers upon layers of darkness exploded out of the pillar of fire and rapidly transformed its shape. In the blink of an eye, the darkness had turned into thousands of black-colored human figures which floated in midair in a ghastly manner. Each of the figures hugged the other in an agonized posture until they were formed into a ball.

The stretch of human figures of different sizes curled in midair while a group of Qing Miao clansmen of different ages wailed and tossed about as they lay on the ground. The black-colored human figures' postures in the sky were exactly the same as the Qing Miao clansmen lying on the ground who were being tortured by the loud noise and brightness.

A few frail-looking black shadows were being absorbed into the pillar of fire as the Qing Miao clansmen suddenly all let out a few shrill dying screams. Even the sky-splitting loud noise could not conceal the piteous wails of these dying men! The flames leaped and glowed as slowly, a gossamer strand of fine thread spun out from within the flames strenuously. It crawled out meters by meters desperately and slowly approached Chi Liang's body.