Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 243 - 209: Ox

On this side, the precariously positioned Ou Mingdong was currently besieged by seven or eight Divine Gaze Realm cultivators, yet his gaze remained fixedly concerned on a figure not far away.

Su Wanjun was also surrounded, and her situation was even worse than his...

Initially, he was charging on the periphery, when those five massive explosions directly shattered the battle area in mid-air.

The cultivators from the Corpse Refining Lineage seemed utterly fearless, while the cultivators from the Nine Sects fled swiftly, as if afraid of being caught; each one pulled their comrades back to avoid being dragged down.

Many of the Unparalleled Tower siblings who followed him into the charge were already caught in the vortex, as were many disciples from other sects. Su Wanjun was most unlucky, being slightly slower when the battle area collapsed.

The consequence was that she immediately became the target of a dozen cultivators of the same realm, relentlessly driving her toward the vortex.

Having just fled, Ou Mingdong, upon seeing this, impulsively charged back, resulting in them both getting trapped.

As a prodigious Divine Gaze Realm cultivator, Ou Mingdong, no matter how arrogant, never dared imagine the day he could face eight opponents alone, yet here he was.

Although he was looking rather disheveled and on the brink of being beaten to death.

While fighting, he suddenly realized something was amiss; the eight cultivators besieging him were unnaturally calm.

Whether taking advantage of his occasional sneak attacks or withstanding his frontal assaults, they remained expressionless.

In a hurry, he raised his Carefree Fan, and strands of golden silk shot out from the fan, piercing through the chest of the nearest cultivator without him even trying to dodge.

Yet the target didn't react, continuing to charge, while the other figures launched simultaneously, with seven or eight magical artifacts crashing down, and several ghostly apparitions erupted from the cultivators, screaming towards him.

"I'm done for!"

Ou Mingdong flung the Carefree Fan, intending to block a bit, only to have it knocked away by a magical artifact as soon as he let go. He could only use True Essence as a shield, ready to withstand the onslaught.

Either withstand or die.

Probably unable to hold on, just as despair crept into Ou Mingdong's heart, suddenly there was an intense heat around, then a great fire spread at once. In an instant, seven or eight magical artifacts fell into the sea of fire without a sound.

A white lotus floated up in front of him, and as the ghost apparitions charged, the white lotus blossomed instantly, turning each petal into a sea of fire as it drifted off.

The miserable screams echoed suddenly in the ears, and after a short while, they were consumed by the flames, and the seven or eight figures strangely fell silent all at once, falling headlong to the ground.

Witnessing all this, Ou Mingdong stood frozen on the spot.

"What are you standing around for?"

As the voice came, Han Yu appeared before him, somewhat exasperated, thinking that if he had been a step slower, this damned lovesick fool would have perished.

Ou Mingdong snapped to his senses, hastily grabbing Han Yu, "Help save her, Wanjun is surrounded."

On the other side, Su Wanjun was indeed running out of strength, her body covered in wounds after several confrontations, and Ou Mingdong's eyes nearly burst with rage at the sight, charging in without another word.

Han Yu shook his head, quickly darting forward first.

A dozen emotionless cultivators simultaneously released ghostly apparitions from within, and Su Wanjun suddenly felt a coldness gripping her heart, as if the air around had solidified.

The ghost apparitions howled piercingly, their screams unnervingly sharp, creeping toward her in bizarre patterns, about to latch onto Su Wanjun.

At a critical moment, a warm power enveloped Su Wanjun, and simultaneously a sea of fire rolled in, sweeping the area. Amidst the burning flames, the ghost apparitions struggled, wailed, and gradually withered away.

Once the sea of fire dissipated, there was no one else in the field except Su Wanjun, the other ten or so cultivators were gone.

Ou Mingdong sighed in relief as the three converged.

"Han Yu, each of these cultivators had ghost apparitions, after you destroyed the apparitions twice, the cultivators all fell."

Ou Mingdong spoke with a grim face, trying to piece together his earlier observations.

"I suspect these are not normal people, or not truly alive." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

As if to verify, a ghost apparition charged toward them, and as Han Yu scorched it with flames, a figure not far away simultaneously fell.

"These ghost apparitions are controlling the bodies of the cultivators!"

Ou Mingdong confirmed his suspicion, equally frightened by the idea, his face turning pale.

Such a method was not only unheard of but utterly terrifying.

One could hardly believe even the Nine Sects would dare to accept such a method.

"Be careful yourselves."

Han Yu suddenly noticed shifting figures on the ground, occasionally shrouded in dark mist, a silhouette perpetually moving between.

Leaving behind a quick word, he immediately rushed downward...

Qi Bai utilized the Five Ghosts Divine Power to continuously change his position, nearly every appearance at the location of the Soul-Catching Banner, collecting each blood-glowing banner, transforming it back into a palm-sized flag, and tucking it into his sleeve.

But as more banners were collected, the mysterious force within him surged more turbulently.

How could this be?

Clearly, it wasn't me moving, so why does it involve karmic merit?

Now the merit that should have restored his body had become a sword hanging overhead, giving him a subtle intuition, that if he persisted, he might immediately die on the spot.