Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 3730 Turning the tables

Chapter 3730  Turning the tables

At first, everyone was already in despair, but when they saw this white light, they immediately felt their hearts that had fallen to rock bottom rise up again.

Could it succeed?

The High Priest of the Wolf Tribe smirked coldly. A mere concealed weapon wanted to wound him?

Too naive.

He very casually raised his hand and pressed down, wanting to grab the white light that was attacking him. He could already clearly see that this was a white jade-like rock.

However, just as his hand touched the rock, his expression changed drastically.

So heavy, too heavy!

How was this possible? It was clearly only the size of a fist, so how could it have such a terrifying weight?

Moreover, how could such a heavy thing be shot out at such a high speed?

To say nothing of Foundation Building Tier cultivators, even Cauldron Forging Tier cultivators like him wouldn't be able to do it.

He had been too careless. He was going to be in deep trouble.

However, it was already too late for regrets. With a pa, his right hand instantly exploded, turning into a rain of blood. Then, the jade did not stop at all, and continued to crash forwards. Pa, pa, pa! The bones in his forearm exploded one after another, and blood rained down.

This still wasn't the end. Next, his upper arm was also shattered by the rock. This rock itself weighed 5,000kg, and added with the fact that it was smashing towards him at more than 30 times the speed of sound, its weight was overwhelmingly heavy in an instant.

So what if he was a Cauldron Forging Tier? His protective mystical power couldn't block it at all, and the entire right arm of the High Priest of the Wolf Tribe turned into a rain of blood. Even half of his upper body was missing, revealing a large gash that was bleeding. This scene was terrifying beyond the imagination.

The Heavenly Pattern Jade was extremely powerful!

However, this also showed how powerful Cauldron Forging Tier was. In a moment of carelessness, he had used his physical body to face the Heavenly Pattern Jade head-on. Surprisingly, he had only lost his right arm, and half of his body was missing.

If this was a Foundation Building cultivator, his whole person would probably be turned into a rain of blood.

At more than thirty times the speed of sound, the Heavenly Pattern Jade was extremely destructive.

Everyone was overjoyed. Though they had not been able to kill the High Priest of the Wolf Tribe, he had already lost half of his body, so the latter must have been severely injured.

"Ah!" The High Priest of the Wolf Tribe released a shrill roar. There was fury, defiance, as well as deep regret.

He had been too careless. He had thought that these people were all under his control, and added with the fact that he was about to obtain the inheritance of the Saint, his millions of years of waiting had finally paid off. It was inevitable that he would feel excited, and lose the cautiousness that he should have had.

Additionally, though his mother was an outsider, he had never been out before, after all, so how would he know that there was still a Spiritual Power Spirit Tool like the Heavenly Pattern Jade?

Or rather, it was possible that he knew, but it had never left an impression in his mind.

In short, all of this was the bitter fruit that he had no choice but to swallow now.

"You, it's you!" He set his eyes on Ling Han. It was this brat who had thrown out that jade, causing him to be severely injured.

If he lost an arm, or a smaller half of his body, this would leave behind an eternal disability. Unless he could obtain a Saint Grade Celestial medicine, only then would he be able to regrow his severed limb, or he would have to cultivate to an incredibly high level, and at that time, he could even regrow a lost limb with a drop of blood.

However, these two things were still too far away for the present him.

Kill this damn brat!

One, two, three. Those who had attacked together with Ling Han previously all walked out. At present, the High Priest of the Wolf Tribe was at his weakest. If the twelve of them joined forces, it was very possible that they would be able to take him down.

"Bunch of ants!" the High Priest of the Wolf Tribe said balefully. Bearing with the agonizing pain, he summoned the Celestial Cauldron and floated it above his head. Instantly, a higher level of pressure overflowed, causing everyone's Celestial Foundations to be restricted, and they could not unleash their full power.

He was filled with resentment. If he had stayed vigilant all this while, and used the Celestial Cauldron to suppress them, how could this accident have happened?

"Die!"

Ling Han was the first to pounce. His figure was like a dragon, and his fists danced furiously as he blasted towards the High Priest of the Wolf Tribe.

Ordinarily speaking, he was definitely no match for a Cauldron Forging Tier elite, but now, this Cauldron Forging Tier elite had only formed a single cauldron, and had also grown up in this kind of Mystery Realm that was cut off from the rest of the world. His battle prowess was definitely inferior to an ordinary Cauldron Forging Tier.

Most importantly, his opponent was still heavily injured, and his battle prowess had dropped drastically.

This made Ling Han believe that he could fight him.

"Die!" The High Priest of the Wolf Tribe swiped out a claw at Ling Han. Five flashes of energy swept past, like Sword Rays.

Pu, blood immediately spurted from Ling Han's fist. At the same time, a deep power also blasted him backwards.

Ling Han couldn't help but sigh. He had already activated the Starlight Screen and used the Demonic Monkey Fists. However, he was still no match for the heavily injured High Priest of the Wolf Tribe. In fact, he had even slashed open the Starlight Screen with a single strike, which was enough proof of the gulf between the Foundation Building Tier and the Cauldron Forging Tier.

The High Priest of the Wolf Tribe took advantage of the victory to follow up on his attack. He hated Ling Han to the core.

Hong! Hong! Hong!

The other eleven people also launched an attack. They naturally would not just stand by and watch as Ling Han was killed. Otherwise, Ling Han's fate would be something that they could foresee for themselves.

Now, they had to go through thick and thin.

Fight, fight, fight. Twelve extremely talented Foundation Building cultivators joined forces to fight a Cauldron Forging Tier cultivator.

Even so, the High Priest of the Wolf Tribe was still completely on the upper hand.

Under the suppression of the Celestial Cauldron, aside from Ling Han, no one could unleash more than half of their battle prowess. Even if the High Priest of the Wolf Tribe was severely injured, they could only just barely parry his attacks

However, this caused everyone to be overjoyed. That was because the High Priest of the Wolf Tribe had sustained severe injuries, and was constantly bleeding. If he could not be treated, even if he was a Cauldron Forging Tier, so what? He would definitely die.

Thus, as long as Ling Han and the others could hold on, the one to fall at the end would definitely be the High Priest of the Wolf Tribe.

Moreover, the High Priest of the Wolf Tribe had also said that after a day, the Mystery Realm would shatter, and they would be able to leave.

As long as they could leave, then what was a mere Cauldron Forging Tier worth?

Thus, they definitely had to hold on.

The High Priest of the Wolf Tribe clearly knew this as well. His attacks became even more frenzied, wanting to kill these twelve people in front of him.

As long as he could do this, he would still be in charge here, and the inheritance of the Saint would eventually fall into his hands.

"Werewolf Transformation!"

He roared loudly, and large amounts of black hair grew from his whole body. He was also rapidly expanding, as if he had grown larger.

He had completely turned into a wolf.

The High Priest of the Wolf Tribe roared in fury, and with another wave of his claws, his attack power increased explosively.

He wasn't a pure wolf, so he couldn't maintain his werewolf form forever. However, during his transformation, his battle prowess had been astonishingly strengthened.

Ling Han humphed upon hearing this. He unleashed the Three Styles of the God of War and clashed head-on with the High Priest of the Wolf Tribe.

Hong! Hong! Hong!

He delivered three consecutive moves, and every move exploded with destructive power that far surpassed his present battle prowess. Though this was still no match for the High Priest of the Wolf Tribe, he had forcefully withstood the latter's initial burst of power, causing the High Priest's fighting spirit to decrease drastically.

The other eleven people also used their ultimate moves, reducing the pressure on Ling Han. In this way, they finally managed to withstand the explosive burst of power from the High Priest of the Wolf Tribe.

"No!" the High Priest of the Wolf Tribe roared in fury, filled with defiance.

He had painstakingly prepared for who knew how many millenia, and just when it looked like the inheritance of the Saint was about to appear, he was actually going to die.

He couldn't accept this. He couldn't accept this.