RPAGF Chapter 1114 The Owl's Cry: The Ghost General let out a desperate scream.
Chapter 1114 The Owl's Cry: The Ghost General let out a desperate scream.
After dealing with the Demon Wind General, the three men's gazes shot towards the only remaining Demon Wind General, the Owl Crying General, almost simultaneously, like three bolts of lightning.
At this moment, the folding fan at Su Mingyi's fingertips seemed to still hold a wisp of lingering breeze, like a wisp of smoke, drifting gracefully.
The spatial rift in Yu Shuheng's palm had not yet healed, resembling a hideous wound, a shocking sight;
The stray hairs at Su Xiaoya's temples still held a faint glimmer of time-space turbulence, like twinkling stars, shimmering with a dim light.
The Owl-Cry Ghost General, with his pointed beak and slanted cheeks, wore a black robe embroidered with dense owl patterns. At this moment, the hem of the black robe had already been torn to shreds by the lingering wind of the Evil Wind Ghost General, revealing his calves covered with bluish-black scales, like a hard shield, yet trembling under the gaze of the three.
He watched helplessly as seven ghost generals of the same rank died one by one:
Or their souls were shattered by Su Mingyi's illusionary clouds, disappearing without a trace like shooting stars streaking across the night sky.
Or perhaps it was crushed into a blood mist by Yu Shuheng's spatial power, resembling a blooming blood flower, delicate yet tragically beautiful;
Or perhaps they were swept away by Su Xiaoya's river of time, their forms and spirits utterly destroyed, like a fallen leaf withering away in a storm, silently and without a trace...
The turbid ghost eyes of the Owl Howling Ghost General finally lost their former arrogance and ferocity, and surged with an intense fear, like a disturbed lake rippling with waves.
"Want to run?"
Su Mingyi's voice was light and airy, like a breeze brushing past your ear, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.
With a slight turn of his wrist, the folding fan in his hand, decorated with cloud patterns, unfolded with a "whoosh." The pale blue cloud patterns on the fan surface seemed to come alive, and as the Illusionary Cloud Freedom Technique circulated within his body, wisps of mist poured out from the fan surface.
"Thousands of Illusions—Trapped Souls!"
With a low shout, the clouds and mist suddenly accelerated, surging towards the Owl Crying Ghost General like a tidal wave.
These clouds and mists were no ordinary objects; they were condensed by Su Mingyi using his own spiritual power combined with the power of his soul. Upon contact, they transformed into countless bizarre and fantastical illusions.
The Owl-Crying Ghost General felt the scene before him change drastically. Sometimes he saw the cultivators he had tortured and killed turn into vengeful ghosts and rush towards him. At other times, he saw the Yama Palace under the Nine Netherworlds open its gates, with countless chains wrapping around his neck. Countless mournful owl cries exploded in his ears, shaking his soul violently. His mind was in chaos, and he could not even distinguish the directions of east, west, south, and north.
"How dare you, you brat!" the Owl Cry Ghost General roared, raising his hand to summon the Owl Cry Blade from his waist. The blade flickered with eerie green ghost fire, capable of piercing through a cultivator's protective aura.
But he was a step too slow.
As Yu Shuheng took a step forward, the spatial power around him suddenly surged, and the originally calm void rippled, like the surface of a lake where pebbles had been thrown in.
He formed a hand seal, and two silver-gray beams of light shot out from his fingertips. The moment the beams landed, they transformed into a spatial barrier covered with fine runes, like an invisible net that tightly sealed off the escape route of the Owl Crying Ghost General.
At the same time, Su Xiaoya also moved. A faint golden light suddenly appeared in her clear eyes, and the power of spacetime around her rippled out like water.
Unlike Yu Shuheng's spatial barrier, her power was more mysterious, seemingly able to freeze the flow of time. With a wave of her hand, a golden light curtain appeared out of thin air, intertwining with the spatial barrier to form an impenetrable wall.
Within the barrier, the flow of time was forcibly slowed down by 30%, causing the Owl Cry Ghost General's movements to become sluggish. Before he could even draw his Owl Cry Blade, he was firmly trapped in place.
"Suffer to death!"
Three voices rang out simultaneously, exploding like thunder within the sealed space.
Su Mingyi waved his folding fan again, and the clouds and mist condensed into a huge cloud blade, carrying the power to tear apart the soul, and slashed towards the head of the Owl Crying Ghost General.
The spatial rift in Yu Shuheng's palm suddenly expanded, and a suction force that devoured everything erupted, threatening to completely shred the body of the Owl Crying Ghost General.
Su Xiaoya then clenched her slender hand, and a golden phantom of a river of time appeared. Within the river, countless fragments of time, like sharp blades, sliced towards the limbs and bones of the Owl Crying Ghost General.
Three powerful attacks slammed into the Owl Crying Ghost General without reservation.
"what!"
A desperate scream echoed through the heavens and earth. The body of the Owl Crying Ghost General was torn apart inch by inch by the combined attack of the three attacks, like a tattered cloth torn by a gale.
His physical body was first crushed into blood and gore by the power of space, then washed away by the river of time until not a single fragment remained. Finally, his remaining soul was completely devoured by the illusions in the Thousand Illusions Realm, leaving him no chance to be reincarnated.
With a soft clang, the Owl's Cry Blade, which shimmered with eerie green flames, fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud after losing its master's power.
At this point, all eight ghost generals guarding the sealed space were killed!
The remaining followers of the Youxu Cult were already terrified.
They were originally lackeys hiding behind the Ghost Commander, cultivating by absorbing the resentment within the sealed space. They usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly, relying on the Ghost Commander's power. When had they ever seen such a tragic scene?
Eight Ghost Generals, who were capable of contending with Nascent Soul stage cultivators, were all killed by these three young men in just half an hour!
Fear spread like a plague, and the cultists dared not linger. They screamed and fled to every corner of the sealed space, wishing they could grow four legs.
"Don't even think about running away!"
Su Mingyi's voice rang out again, carrying a chilling killing intent. With a wave of his folding fan, the clouds and mist that filled the space immediately changed direction, like maggots clinging to bones, chasing after the fleeing cultists.
Within the clouds and mist, countless pale blue wind blades condensed. Though small, these blades were incredibly sharp, containing the power to sever even the soul.
A series of "whoosh whoosh" sounds rang out in succession. The fleeing cultists either had their throats slashed by wind blades or were bewildered by illusions and fell into the spatial rifts set up by Yu Shuheng. They were completely annihilated before they could even let out a scream.
After a short while, the noisy sealed space finally returned to silence.
Looking around, the ground in front of the sealed exit was already littered with corpses and rivers of blood.
Dark red blood pooled into streams, slowly flowing along the cracks in the ground. The air was filled with a thick, nauseating stench of blood and decaying resentment.
Eight bizarrely shaped demonic weapons were scattered among the corpses: the Wind Demon Scythe of the Evil Wind Demon General, the Blood Bone Blade of the Blood Bone Demon General, and the Owl Cry Blade of the Owl Cry Demon General...
Each demonic weapon gleamed with a cold, eerie light, emanating a faint yet malevolent aura, and the blades still bore the resentment of countless cultivators.