Chapter 642C – Immortal Sect Catastrophe

A cloud of black fog howled through the skies, sharp laughs spreading out from it. The sounds were like rusty nails rubbing across porcelain plates, leaving one’s scalp tingling. The mass of black fog stopped outside a city. Then, a part of it protruded outwards and condensed into the upper half of a woman’s body. Her chest was incomparably large and heavy and it shook and quaked as she laughed.

Taking a deep breath, the woman revealed an intoxicated expression. “What a delicious scent. Only in the Immortal Sect’s world can one find so many formidable souls. Then, this old lady won’t be polite.”

Her body blew apart, turning into endless black fog. She was like a black curtain that covered the skies, shrouding the entire city in darkness.

Endless screams of panic and despair came from beneath the black fog. When they gathered together, they became a gorgeous dirge of death. The woman’s sharp laughter was like sweet singing, recklessly releasing the aura of oblivion.

As time gradually passed, the city beneath the black fog seemed to fall into a deep slumber, until finally no more sounds emerged.

The black fog surged towards a corner of the city and the upper half of the woman reappeared. She licked her seductive fire-red lips, a look of enjoyment on her face.

“I fear such a chance won’t appear even if I wait another million years. This is only a small city; my stomach still isn’t full.”

Whoosh –

The black fog flew far away.

On the ground, the city that was filled with bustling activity just moments before was now deathly silent. Everyone’s mouths were wide open and twisted in pain. Their eyes were glazed over, extinguished, and full of fear. Among them were good people and bad people, but none of that was important. In the face of pure slaughter, all of them died equally.

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An old man sat down cross-legged on the ground. His skin was dark and he wore black robes with a scarf tied around his head. His eyes swept around and he nodded in satisfaction, as if he had found a place that met his requirements.

He lifted a hand and took out a jar, placing it in front of him. Then, he bit his fingers with great strength. After some time he finally managed to squeeze out a drop of blood from his pale white flesh.

The jar absorbed the blood. From the point where the drop of blood landed, blood runes appeared that began to rapidly spread outwards. The runes soon covered the entire jar, and then a light whisper came from within it.

“Old Man Wu, how much blood do you still have left that you dare wake us up? Be careful, otherwise you might find that we have sucked all of your blood dry!”

The old man grinned and revealed cracked and jagged yellow teeth. “I wouldn’t provoke you without good reason. I found a great pasture for all of you. You can eat your fill so that I can live for a few more days.”

There was a light rustling sound. A black centipede emerged from the jar. Its carapace gleamed with a bright l.u.s.ter and when it opened its mouth, words actually came out, “Humph! I hope that what you say is true, otherwise, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death!”

It crawled out from the jar. Then, the centipede trembled and screamed, “Old Man Wu, you have gone crazy! Are you already tired of living!? This is the Immortal Sect’s world. You bastard, do you plan on using the knife of others to kill us all!?”

The old man waved his hand again and again, “I don’t dare, I wouldn’t dare. Sense your surroundings carefully. The current Immortal Sect world is the best pasture for you all!”

The black centipede rose into the air. Its antenna wildly twisted about. Then, it released a strange cry, “A group of heroes are fighting with the Immortal Sect. What an amazingly dramatic play! However, watching this play isn’t as important as filling my belly. I am going to choose a direction and head out first. None of you had better fight with me!”

The centipede rapidly crawled away, quickly vanishing from sight.

Soon after, a dark green toad emerged from the jar. One of its eyes was enlarged and it jumped up and down as it cursed, “That damned smelly centipede, just because it has more legs it gave me a kick before it left! I won’t let things end like this!”

With a few more curses, it leapt out and ran off in another direction.

“Old Man Wu, forget about them and pull me out. These little brats in here are really ruthless in their actions!”

Although this voice spoke in a cursing tone, it was still pleasant to the ears. Just listening to this voice caused one’s bones to relax and feel better.

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