Boom!
Another violent clash echoed through the sealed chamber as Zyn’s massive claw smashed against Arkaal’s weapon aura. Poison mist spread wildly through the air while broken stone pieces scattered in every direction.
Arkaal slid backward across the ground before quickly regaining his footing.
His breathing had beco slightly heavier than before.
The old man narrowed his eyes as he stared at the wyvern circling around him. At the sa ti, the faint sound of Aksai’s flute continued to echo through the chamber without pause.
The lodies were soft.
Almost gentle.
And yet they were endlessly annoying.
Every ti Arkaal tried to focus fully on attacking, the strange sound interfered with his mind. Sotis his thoughts slowed down slightly. Sotis his emotions beca unstable. Other tis, his concentration loosened for a split second.
Normally, such tiny effects would not matter much to soone like him.
But in a battle against a genuine 4th Order beast?
Even the smallest opening could beco dangerous.
Roar!
Zyn suddenly lunged forward again, opening its jaws wide and releasing a thick torrent of green poison flas.
Arkaal imdiately swung his Dadao.
A massive crescent-shaped blade aura tore through the poison flas and split them apart. However, the poison mist still spread around him and forced him to retreat once more.
At the sa ti, countless vines burst out from the ground again.
"Damn brat," Arkaal cursed coldly while cutting down the vines around him.
Only now was he finally starting to fully understand Aksai’s strategy.
’This bastard wants to tire out,’ Arkaal thought grimly.
The longer the battle dragged on, the more troubleso it beca for him.
The wyvern itself was already difficult enough to handle. Although Arkaal believed he could eventually suppress it, doing so would still consu a large amount of Spirit Essence and ntal focus.
And then there was that cursed flute.
Arkaal’s expression darkened further as another strange lody entered his ears.
’That Soul Artifact is the real problem,’ he thought.
Without the flute’s constant interference, he would have already found an opening to bypass Zyn and kill Aksai hiding behind the protective barrier.
But every ti he tried to force his way toward Aksai, either his concentration was disrupted or Zyn would suddenly attack more fiercely under the support of those lodies.
It was extrely irritating.
For a brief mont, another thought appeared in Arkaal’s mind.
’Should I just open the sealed chamber and call for backup?’
After all, this was the royal faction’s territory.
He was not alone.
There were several other Core Formation Lords hidden within the faction. Even the late-stage Foundation Establishnt Experts under the royal faction were not ordinary cultivators. Many of them were trained in special Group Battle Formations.
When fighting together, they could even suppress an early-stage Core Formation Lord temporarily.
If reinforcents arrived, dealing with Aksai and the wyvern would beco much easier.
The idea was tempting.
Very tempting.
Especially now that the battle was becoming more troubleso than Arkaal had expected.
Boom!
Zyn smashed its tail toward him again, forcing Arkaal to dodge sideways.
As the battle resud fiercely, Arkaal’s thoughts continued moving rapidly.
However, after only a few monts, he slowly abandoned the idea of calling for help.
Firstly, there was his pride.
Arkaal was one of the royal faction’s commanders. A late-stage Core Formation Lord.
If news spread that he had needed help dealing with a newly advanced Lord, his reputation within the faction would suffer greatly.
Especially after his master’s death.
Secondly...
Arkaal’s eyes flickered coldly as he glanced toward Aksai behind the barrier.
He did not trust the brat at all anymore. The more he fought, the stranger Aksai seed.
Weird Soul Artifact. Strange techniques. Mysterious abilities.
Even his master had died under unknown circumstances. Arkaal no longer dared to underestimate him.
’If I open the chamber and remove the seals, this bastard might escape using so strange trick again,’ Arkaal thought.
That was the real issue.
This sealed chamber had been personally designed by Qishan himself while he was alive. The barriers and formations inside were all 4th Order.
As long as the chamber remained sealed, Aksai had nowhere to run.
But if Arkaal opened it even slightly to call for reinforcents, the situation would change completely. Aksai’s chances of escaping would increase rapidly.
And Arkaal absolutely did not want that to happen. His eyes gradually turned colder.
’No,’ he thought firmly while tightening his grip on his Dadao. ’I’ll kill him myself.’
Arkaal’s eyes gradually turned colder as the battle continued.
He had already understood one thing very clearly. If this dragged on further, the situation would only beco more troubleso for him.
Arkaal was no fool. He understood that Aksai was deliberately trying to wear him down little by little. And the most irritating part was that the strategy was actually working.
The old man suddenly stopped retreating. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.
"Enough gas. You think only you have little tricks up your sleeves, huh?" he muttered coldly.
In the next mont, Arkaal took out a dark purple vial from his storage ring and imdiately drank its contents.
The mont the potion entered his body, a powerful wave of Soul energy exploded out from him.
Boom!
The air around him trembled violently.
Aksai’s eyes narrowed instantly.
’A Spirit potion? No.... it’s sothing similar to a fusion between a Spirit potion and Aether potion.’
Arkaal’s already sharp Weapon Intent suddenly beca even more dangerous. The pressure released from his Dadao grew heavier, sharper, and more unstable.
The old man raised his blade slowly.
Buzz!
A terrifying sword hum spread across the chamber.
Even the surrounding stone walls started showing deep cuts from the invisible sharp energy leaking out from his weapon.
At the sa ti, Arkaal raised his other hand.
A bronze-colored shield suddenly flew out from his storage ring and floated around him automatically. The shield was covered in strange poison runes that glowed faintly.
The mont Zyn fired another torrent of poison flas toward him, the shield released a dark barrier.
Boom!
The draconic poison flas slamd against the barrier but failed to break through imdiately. For the first ti since the battle had started, Zyn’s attacks were directly neutralized.
Then Arkaal revealed his next move. Three large formation seals appeared around him.
In the next mont, three massive poison beasts erged from the seals.
Roar!
Hiss!
Screeech!
One was a giant black centipede covered in poisonous spikes.
Another was a green-scaled lizard with three tails.
The last was a huge spider-like creature with long sharp limbs dripping dark poison.
All three were late-stage 3rd Order poison beasts. Although they were weaker than Zyn individually, their movents imdiately showed coordination.
It was clear they were trained to fight together. The three beasts quickly surrounded Zyn from different directions.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The battle instantly beca much more chaotic. The centipede restrained Zyn’s movents. The spider sprayed sticky poison webs toward its wings. anwhile, the three-tailed lizard attacked relentlessly from the sides.
Arkaal himself also joined the assault with enhanced Weapon Intent.
Slash!
A deep wound appeared across Zyn’s shoulder. The wyvern roared angrily.
Dark green blood splashed onto the ground and imdiately lted the stone floor.
Inside the barrier, Aksai’s expression beca more serious.
Within barely a minute, the situation had changed completely.
Zyn’s earlier advantage had vanished rapidly. Its huge body, which had once seed overwhelming, was now becoming a target from multiple sides.
And Arkaal’s attacks had beco far sharper than before after consuming the Spirit potion. But Arkaal was still not done.
The old man waved his sleeve once more. Several dark figures suddenly erged from another storage artifact. Aksai’s eyes narrowed imdiately.
Poison humanoids.
Their bodies looked rotten and stitched together strangely. Their skin was pale green and filled with cracks leaking poison gas. Their eyes were completely empty.
No consciousness.
No emotions.
Only killing intent.
The creatures imdiately charged toward Zyn recklessly without caring about their own lives.
So exploded into poisonous gas when struck. Others clung onto Zyn’s body while releasing corrosive toxins directly into its wounds. Aksai’s eyes beca colder.
’Those things...’
For a brief mont, mories flashed through his mind.
The isolated dinsion of the Heavenly Poison Sect.
The poison undeads.
The similarities were too obvious.
’So this old man had once visited the Heavenly Poison Sect’s isolated dinsion too?’ Aksai thought quickly.
Or perhaps there was another hidden way to enter it. Perhaps the Poison Gu King himself had given this inheritance to his disciple and it was the Poison Gu King who had once entered that isolated dinsion a long ti ago.
Either way, Arkaal clearly possessed thods related to that ancient poison inheritance. And he had his own ways to make use of that inheritance.
Boom!
Another sword slash landed across Zyn’s scales. The wyvern roared painfully this ti.
Aksai finally stopped hesitating.
’Old man,’ he thought coldly. ’You’re not the only one who can use minions to fight your battles.’
A faint smirk appeared on his face.
The flute lody instantly changed again.
lody of Daze.
lody of Panic.
lody of Sweet Slumber.
All the Soul Songs erupted together one after another. Arkaal’s movents slowed briefly. The poison beasts also beca slightly disoriented.
At the sa ti, thick vines burst out from the ground once more, temporarily separating Arkaal and his summons from Zyn.
"You have done enough. Rest now. I’ll handle things from here," Aksai muttered softly.
The space behind him suddenly distorted violently.
Dozens of figures started erging rapidly.
Woodland Fiends.
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