Chapter 2093: Pseudo Immortal Puppet

“Interesting. You actually managed to block one strike from this Sacred Ancestor, but no matter how much you struggle, it’s nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot.” The black-robed youth observed Han Li and Zhishui with a slight frown, but soon a sinister smile curled at the corners of his lips. Raising his other hand, he pointed a finger at the two of them.

“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”

Two black dots shot from the tip of his finger, crossing a hundred zhang in a flash, arriving right before Han Li and the Spirit Clan youth.

A blue glint flashed in Han Li’s eyes as he clearly saw the black dots—they were pitch-black, glossy pellets the size of beans.

Though the pellets seemed unremarkable, Han Li dared not let them near him. Without hesitation, he took a deep breath and exhaled sharply, unleashing a streak of azure sword light that sliced the black pellet in two.

The next moment, the split pellet exploded, transforming into two rolling waves of black flames that engulfed Han Li in an instant.

The demonic flames surged wildly around him, forming a towering black pillar of fire.

For a moment, Han Li’s fate seemed uncertain.

But the black-robed youth, supremely confident in his demonic flames, lost interest in Han Li the moment he was engulfed, shifting his full attention to Zhishui on the other side.

Compared to Han Li, this Spirit Clan youth, who had effortlessly blocked his earlier strike, intrigued the Sacred Ancestor far more.

Meanwhile, Zhishui remained expressionless. Raising his arm, he spread his fingers and directly grabbed at the incoming black flame.

A muffled explosion!

The black pellet detonated the moment it touched his fingers, transforming into a wave of demonic flames that surged toward him.

“Not good!”

Seeing this, the Eternal Sage Maiden inwardly panicked. Without further hesitation, she activated a mysterious artifact within her body.

“Boom!”

The artifact flashed inside her, releasing astonishing fluctuations.

At the same time, her body trembled, and she shot up from the ground. Golden spiritual patterns surged from within, spreading across her entire body, eerily similar to those on Zhishui, writhing and shifting in a bizarre manner.

As for the Long Family Ancestor and the others, half of their bodies remained pinned to the ground. Every time they tried to muster their magic power or secret techniques to break free, their shoulders would suddenly grow heavy and numb, rendering them unable to move even a finger, as if weighed down by mountains.

Despite their immense power, they were forcibly immobilized.

Zhishui, sensing something amiss the moment the Eternal Sage Maiden changed, had the silver patterns on his body flash wildly. He opened his mouth and blew fiercely at the incoming demonic flames.

A piercing shriek, as if the sky itself were being torn apart, erupted from his mouth, followed by a silver soundwave.

The demonic flames trembled upon contact with the silver wave, shattering into specks of black light before extinguishing.

But this action caused the silver patterns on his body to dim. He remained standing, fists clenched, his face still expressionless.

“Oh? A pseudo-immortal puppet? No, too weak. It seems to have been tampered with post-creation. Its aura is far inferior to a true pseudo-immortal puppet.” The black-robed youth let out a surprised murmur, then smirked and pointed another finger.

From his words, it seemed this Spirit Clan “Zhishui” was merely a puppet!

A sharp “sizzle” rang out as a black light gathered at his fingertip, condensing into a slender, eerie black needle before being flicked forward.

The black light vanished without a sound!

A hundred zhang away, the silver patterns on the Spirit Clan youth’s body suddenly detached, swirling rapidly to form an ancient-looking silver shield before him.

A thunderous boom!

The shield trembled violently as a black light bloomed and vanished, leaving behind a thumb-sized hole.

“Zhishui” didn’t move, but a chilling gray-white energy erupted from his body, coalescing into over a dozen thick, writhing tentacles.

These monstrous appendages flailed wildly, emitting roars of fury that sent chills down the spine.

Watching from above, the black-robed youth narrowed his eyes and smirked.

Zhishui’s outburst lasted only moments.

Within a few breaths, the tentacles dissipated, and the silver shield vanished without a trace.

“Thud!”

The Spirit Clan youth collapsed without warning, a black dot appearing between his brows before expanding into a hole identical to the one in the shield.

The black needle had pierced both the shield and Zhishui’s skull with terrifying ease, its power far beyond what any ordinary cultivator could fathom.

Strangely, what oozed from the wound wasn’t blood but thick, viscous gray-white yin energy.

“Fascinating. The driving force isn’t immortal essence crystals but the soul power of an otherworldly demon. No wonder this pseudo-immortal puppet was so weak. Did you implant the demon soul?” The black-robed youth mused aloud before turning a cold gaze to the Eternal Sage Maiden.

But at that moment, as Zhishui fell, the Eternal Sage Maiden’s face twisted in horror. She barely managed a single word—”I”—before the golden patterns on her body blurred, and she too collapsed.

“Thud!”

Her body curled into a ball as she hit the ground, her aura fluctuating wildly, the golden patterns flickering as if on the verge of vanishing.

“A half-puppet body!” The black-robed youth paused, then burst into laughter, as if having solved a riddle. “Heh, a mere Unity cultivator thinking she could control a pseudo-immortal puppet so easily? Even turning yourself into a half-puppet isn’t enough. Once the immortal patterns backlash, it’s your death! But since you delivered this puppet to me, I’ll personally send you on your way.”

With a wave of his hand, he slashed lightly through the air toward the fallen Eternal Sage Maiden.

A black dagger, half a chi long, materialized with terrifying spiritual pressure before vanishing again.

A moment later, it reappeared in its original spot.

Simultaneously, the Eternal Sage Maiden let out a bloodcurdling scream as her body and soul were split in two without warning. Her protective aura and defensive treasures offered no resistance.

“Whoosh!”

Her remains ignited in demonic flames, turning to ash in an instant, leaving behind only a small, crystalline ancient mirror.

“Hmm? This seems familiar. Have I seen it before? Ah, so its true form is a sentient treasure. No wonder it could sustain a half-puppet body. Perfect—I was just planning to refine a demonic array. This will serve as its anchor.” The black-robed youth chuckled, reaching out to grab.

The lifeless “Zhishui” and the gray mirror shot toward him, hovering obediently by his side.

After a satisfied glance, he turned his attention back to the Long Family Ancestor and the others, still pinned under the giant demonic hand. A cruel smirk played on his lips as he pointed at the black dagger again.

“Pfft!” “Pfft!”

Two more screams rang out as the old scholar and Elder Hui were cleaved in half, their bodies consumed by demonic flames.

The Long Family Ancestor and the feathered-robed girl paled.

“A Heavenly Treasure…!” the Long Family Ancestor growled in fury.

Only a legendary treasure of such caliber could slay half their group in an instant.

Though they’d suspected the black-robed youth was a genuine Sacred Ancestor, they hadn’t expected him to wield a Heavenly Treasure so ruthlessly. Desperate, they activated their last resorts.

The Long Family Ancestor roared as his skull split open, releasing a golden five-clawed dragon. Initially tiny, it expanded to over ten zhang, snarling at the black-robed youth.

The feathered-robed girl bit her lip and spat a mouthful of essence blood, which transformed into a mist that merged with her rainbow-feathered robe. A phoenix’s cry echoed as the robe erupted in radiant light, forming an exquisite full-body armor, even covering her face with a crystalline mask.

As for Bai Qi, he remained motionless in the white light—whether by choice or inability to break free, none could say.