Chapter 69

These layers of defense, shimmering with various colors, shattered at an incredible speed, like thin paper trying to block a sharp sword under the impact of the ripples.

Wang Lin, standing at a distance, was less affected by the attack since the main target was Feng Li. The moment the ripples arrived, he calmly took out a jade talisman from his storage bag and threw it into the air. The jade talisman immediately shattered, releasing a yellow gas that quickly enveloped Wang Lin.

Through the yellow gas, his gaze was fixed on Feng Li.

The ripples from the explosion of the green pill gradually weakened, but all the defensive layers around Feng Li had already shattered. In the instant the last layer broke, Feng Li pointed with his left hand, and the giant sword hovering in the air immediately positioned itself in front of the Corpse Demon, attempting to block another attack. At the same time, he quickly retreated, moving fifty feet away in the blink of an eye.

He was deeply terrified by the sudden appearance of the decaying corpse. If not for the numerous magical treasures he possessed, anyone else would have been killed on the spot.

The self-destruction of the Corpse Demon's green pill, though not as powerful as a full-strength attack from a Core Formation cultivator, still possessed half the destructive force. Feng Li, being in the late Foundation Establishment stage and equipped with many magical treasures, barely managed to resist.

His heart raced, and he thought to himself that if the decaying corpse threw another strange green pill, he would surely die today. At this moment, he had lost all interest in pursuing Wang Lin; his only thought was to escape and save his life.

Wang Lin had been closely watching Feng Li. At this moment, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes flashed with a cold light. He raised his right hand and made a sweeping gesture with his fingers.

Instantly, a green light flashed, and the retreating Feng Li felt a pain in his back. Shocked, he didn't have time to look back and fled even faster.

Wang Lin frowned. The inner armor that was already mostly damaged slightly blocked the flying sword, preventing it from piercing through. His eyes flickered, and he bit his tongue, spitting out a mist of blood. The green small sword appeared in the blood mist, and with a loud sword cry, it flashed and shot toward Feng Li at an incredible speed.

In mid-air, the green small sword flashed and aimed at Feng Li's back. Feng Li turned his head, his eyes bloodshot, and a fierce look appeared on his face. Several jade talismans flew out of his storage bag, immediately forming defensive layers.

At the same time, he pointed with his left hand, and the giant sword trembled, rising to slash at Wang Lin's direction. Several lightning balls appeared around the giant sword and immediately drifted away, heading toward the Corpse Demon.

He was gambling, betting on whether Wang Lin's flying sword would strike him first or his giant sword would cut down the other. If Wang Lin used teleportation to escape, he would naturally lose control of the flying sword, giving Feng Li a chance to flee. His current state was close to exhaustion, and staying here would undoubtedly be a death sentence.

Situ Nan roared, "You're crazy, you really are crazy!" Without waiting for Wang Lin's objection, he was about to activate teleportation to avoid the giant sword. But the moment the blue light appeared on Wang Lin's chest, Wang Lin quickly said, "It's not time to teleport yet, stop!"

A fierce look appeared on his face. Without even glancing at the giant sword descending toward his head, he controlled the green small sword to flash and dodge the defensive layers, appearing in front of Feng Li.

Feng Li's face showed panic. At this moment, the giant sword was less than three inches from Wang Lin's head. A trickle of blood flowed down Wang Lin's forehead, but he didn't blink, and with a fierce smile, he muttered, "Die!"

The sword light flashed, and the green small sword pierced through the inner armor, emerging from Feng Li's back, leaving a trail of blood.

At the same time, Situ Nan activated teleportation. In a flash of blue light, Wang Lin's body disappeared from under the giant sword, reappearing beside the bloodied Feng Li.

The giant sword continued its descent, and with a loud crash, a deep crack appeared in the ground.

Wang Lin, ignoring the blood on his forehead, crouched down and placed his right hand on Feng Li's body. Situ Nan knew what Wang Lin intended and, without a word, a blue light emerged from the Tian Ni Pearl, flowing through Wang Lin's right hand into Feng Li's body. Instantly, Feng Li rapidly turned into a blue ice sculpture, his expression frozen in shock.

All of this happened in an extremely short time, so fast that the Corpse Demon didn't even react. The moment Feng Li was frozen, it paused, then immediately became wary and stared at Wang Lin.

The lightning balls in mid-air that were heading toward the Corpse Demon dissipated, and the giant sword shrank, turning into a silver small sword that fell into the ground's crack.

Wang Lin grabbed the ice sculpture and quickly retreated, the green small sword flashing with a cold light, its tip pointing at the Corpse Demon.

The Corpse Demon stared at Wang Lin, baring its teeth and roaring, about to charge forward. But after a moment's hesitation, Wang Lin had already retreated 300 feet and teleported away.

The Corpse Demon roared in frustration, staring at the direction Wang Lin had disappeared. After a while, it leaped into the ground's crack, retrieved the silver small sword, and swallowed it with an excited look.

Wang Lin, holding the ice sculpture, his face pale, rapidly moved through the forest. Once he was sure he was safe, he sighed in relief, placed the ice sculpture aside, and took out a spirit liquid flask, drinking it dry. He then sat cross-legged and began to meditate.

The forest was quiet. After a long while, Wang Lin slowly opened his eyes, and Situ Nan's dissatisfied voice sounded.

"Kid, were you crazy? If I had been a bit slower, you would have been dead."

Wang Lin said in a deep voice, "The opportunity to kill Feng Li only comes once. If I had missed it, once his spirit energy recovered, there would be no chance again. Besides, this person has been hunting me for days. If I let him go, he would be a big trouble in the future. I might as well take the risk. Also, the speed of his giant sword's descent depends on the amount of spirit energy he has. At that moment, he was almost exhausted, so his speed would definitely be slower than my flying sword."

Situ Nan was silent. He felt as if he was meeting Wang Lin for the first time. After a long while, he slowly said, "You are qualified. With such a mindset, you can stand firm in the cultivation world." Situ Nan's tone no longer carried the arrogance of the past. For the first time, he felt admiration for Wang Lin. He asked himself if he would have dared to take such a risk.

Wang Lin didn't speak, staring at the ice sculpture containing Feng Li, his eyes flickering. "Using him for the Base Snatching Technique should work, right?"

Hearing Wang Lin's question, Situ Nan said, "It will work perfectly. Since he is in the late Foundation Establishment stage, using him as the furnace for the Base Snatching Technique will make your progress in the Foundation Establishment stage faster than others. You will also gain some of his spiritual roots, which will improve your talent. This young man has such cultivation at his age, indicating his extraordinary talent. Ha, Wang Lin, the risk you took today was worth it."

After that, Situ Nan explained the incantations and precautions for the Base Snatching Technique. By the time night fell, he had finished explaining. Wang Lin pondered for a moment, then spat out the green small sword and pointed with his right hand, making the sword pierce a hole in a nearby giant tree.

After digging a hole in the tree, Wang Lin grabbed Feng Li and jumped inside.

He didn't收回 the green small sword but let it hover around.

The hole was small and damp, but Wang Lin didn't care. He took out the spirit liquid flask, poured some liquid to clean his forehead wound, and then focused his mind, sitting in meditation.

The next morning, Wang Lin opened his eyes, his gaze flashing. He spat out a mouthful of spirit energy, which formed a mist in the air. Without hesitation, he made hand seals and shot a blue light into the mist.

The blue light dissipated upon entering the mist, causing it to boil and strangely contract and expand.

Wang Lin's expression remained calm as he continuously shot blue light into the mist. Gradually, the mist's boiling became more intense, and the frequency of its contraction and expansion increased.

Then, he raised his right hand, and the ice sculpture containing Feng Li floated up. A blue light flashed on Wang Lin's chest, and without waiting for his command, Situ Nan immediately released the ice.

In an instant, the blue crystals on Feng Li's body disappeared.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he pointed at the mist, which immediately drifted to Feng Li's body and entered through his seven orifices. Feng Li's body began to tremble and convulse, his eyes tightly closed, and his face showed pain. Soon, the mist completely entered Feng Li's body.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, his expression serious. Without a word, he bit his right index finger and drew a strange blood symbol in the air.

Wang Lin's right hand flicked, and the symbol flew out, landing on Feng Li's chest.

Feng Li's body violently trembled, his limbs convulsed, and blood flowed uncontrollably from his mouth and nose, but the blood didn't drop; instead, it floated and coalesced.

Then, Feng Li's body emitted a series of cracking sounds, and his face suddenly turned rosy. At the same time, all the exposed skin turned a strange red.

Drops of blood seeped through his skin.

Wang Lin's expression became even more serious. Without blinking, he drew another blood symbol and struck it on Feng Li's chest.

Feng Li suddenly opened his mouth and let out a few soulless groans. Then, all the blood vessels in his body burst, and blood seeped out, floating and coalescing.

In a moment, a large blood ball appeared above Feng Li's body. At this point, Feng Li's body, which was previously red, quickly turned pale.

Wang Lin was sweating, his forehead glistening. He watched the blood ball, his hands rapidly making seals, occasionally emitting a few rays of spirit light and drawing a few symbols. Gradually, the large blood ball shrank, eventually becoming the size of a fist, emitting a strange dark red light.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, his body drenched in sweat. Without pausing, he spat out another mouthful of spirit mist, shot a few blue lights, and when the mist boiled, he pointed at Feng Li, and the mist entered through his orifices again.