Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses-Chapter 654 - 601: Breaking Magic with Martial Force (Combined - )

Chapter 654: Chapter 601: Breaking Magic with Martial Force (Combined Chapter)

On the scene, there are a total of six Yellow-clothed Men, with one at mid-Foundation Establishment stage, while the others are at late-Foundation Establishment stage.

As for Fang Xiaochui and other Martial Artists, not only are they one person fewer, but almost all of them are at mid-True Martial stage.

Only the black-clad man wielding a spear has the cultivation of late-True Martial stage.

In both numbers and cultivation, the Martial Artists are at an absolute disadvantage.

Therefore, the sentinels of the Yin Sha Realm are confident they will capture these invading enemies alive.

The black-clad man with the Silver Spear sneers, "Boastful mice, do you not know that Martial Arts cultivators are invincible at the same level?"

He suddenly thrusts his spear into the ground.

With a loud ’bang,’ a visible reverse white airflow carries him skyward, charging towards the six sentinels.

He proactively attacks, intending to close in and capture these cultivators.

"How daring!"

The Yellow Springs Sect sentinels are enraged at the sight and swiftly cast their magic.

There are menacing firebirds towering over ten zhang, green vines twisting in the air like venomous dragons.

There’s also a phantom mountain range, as tall as a real hill, enveloping the Silver Spear man all at once, aimed at completely overwhelming him.

"Break it for me!"

The Silver Spear man exudes a burst of Red Light, and his Silver Spear fiercely points towards the void.

Explosive sounds like thunder erupt continuously.

The spear tip continuously emits solid-looking silver plum blossoms, floating in the air, appearing like scattered starlight enveloping his surroundings.

The silver plum blossoms, flashing with dazzling light, convey an incredibly hard texture, each flying towards the magic the cultivators just cast.

Brutally shattering the menacing firebirds into red fireworks bursting in the air, slicing sections of green vines plummeting down.

Moreover, dozens of plum blossoms arrange into a special military formation crashing into the phantom mountain, breaking it into pieces before finally exploding!

’A spear to shatter ten thousand spells.’ Lou Yi, watching from below, couldn’t help but secretly praise in his heart.

The Silver Spear man’s usage of Gang Qi is already at an extraordinary level.

No matter the myriad of your spells, I shall break them with one spear.

The Silver Spear man is seen, both feet below radiating Red Light unbeknownst to what secret technique was used, turning the void into a flat ground to gallop upon.

Each step he takes produces a huge sonic boom, rushing rapidly amidst the rain of magical lights.

Soon, he arrives in front of a Yellow-clothed Man wearing a bull mask, with less than a zhang between the two.

The bull-masked Yellow-clothed Man holds cultivation above mid-level among many sentinels, with late-Foundation Establishment stage cultivation.

Seeing this, the wind hurriedly surges around him, urgently trying to increase the distance between the two.

’Huff!’

However, the Silver Spear man would not give him such an opportunity.

Like a divine dragon wagging its tail, the spear fiercely pierces through, easily penetrating the Yellow-clothed Man’s Spiritual Artifact shield and body-protective Spiritual Light.

Then it stabs into his chest, picking him up like a skewer.

"Ah!"

The bull-masked Yellow-clothed Man lets out a miserable scream.

In the Silver Spear’s surging Gang Qi fluctuations, his body explodes with a ’bang,’ turning into countless pieces of flesh scattering across the sky.

"Now, our numbers are the same."

The Silver Spear man’s slightly raised mouth shows a chill.

From his initial attack to killing this late-Foundation Establishment Yellow-clothed Man, it took only two breaths; it was lightning fast.

This alarmed and angered the other Yellow Springs Sect sentinels.

"Maintain distance from these martial brutes, do not let them get close!"

"Do not waste courtesy on them, throw any talisman or Magic Treasure you have!"

"Damn it, I will avenge Old Bull!"

These sentinels grew even more focused and serious, retreating rapidly, and released various defensive Magic Treasures around them for protection.

Simultaneously, streams of Flying Swords, some red and others white, soared through the void.

Carrying a sharpness that stung the skin from afar, they quickly shot towards the Silver Spear man, intending to slay him.

"Ambush Old Dong, think we’re just eating rice?"

The Black-faced Man sneered, his body overflowing with fire-like Red Gang Qi.

He raised two Black Wolf Fang Clubs, each thicker than his thighs, and clashed them together fiercely, producing a thunderous sound like clashing metal.

’Clang!’

At the collision area between the two Wolf Fang Clubs, a point of extreme Red Light emerged.

Afterward, a jagged red lightning shot out, easily cleaving down a Flying Sword aimed at the Silver Spear man.

Within less than a breath, he continued clashing the clubs more than ten times.

’Clang clang clang clang clang!’

The earsplitting sound echoed, generating a large number of visible sound wave ripples in the air.

Jagged red lightning formed above his head and surged forth, not only cleaving down all Flying Swords trying to besiege the Silver Spear man.

But also having excess energy to explode in front of the cultivators, shattering thick earth defense walls, making shield-like Spiritual Artifacts flicker unsteadily, losing their spirituality.

The Black-faced Man, like the ancient mythological Thunder God, released the Gang Qi lightning attacks recklessly and freely.

Forcing numerous cultivators on the opposite side into chaos, dodging left and right. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

He was not content with long-range attacks.

One step on the ground made a hole, and he shot out like a cannonball.

When less than a hundred zhang away from the cultivators, a Wolf Fang Club flew from his hand, emitting a ’woo woo woo’ sound like the wailing of a fierce ghost.