The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 618 - 353

Most won in this world, whether human or banshee, admire the strong and follow the strong. This is also why Miluo did not shy away from using these conspiratorial thods in front of her. Originally, he thought that by letting her witness his extraordinary abilities, the girl would gradually fall for him.

But this ti, what he saw in her eyes was not admiration, but a surprising anger and disapproval.

It seems that he also needs to adjust the way he treats her.

At this mont, a subordinate ca up to him and whispered, "Young master, judging by the ti, it should be about ready."

Miluo lifted his head from his thoughts and narrowed his eyes: "Let’s go, the real show is still to co."

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Plague Demon moved like a gust of wind, swiftly navigating through the woods.

It felt very unlucky. Although the first batch of plague-infected people were dying, the fully fed Plague Seed could only stay put, waiting for it to return to collect. The world has its own way of balance; although it could spread terrible plagues throughout the continent and cause panic among millions, it couldn’t regain any strength before retrieving the Plague Seed. Now, the Plague Demon was even weaker than when it had just escaped the Sealing because it had also expended a trendous amount of energy to create the Plague Seed.

After being imprisoned for ten thousand years, it was already greatly weakened. Just when it was ti to harvest the first batch of fruits, these people had to co after it at this mont.

The timing was precisely calculated. It seems its little hobby was known to these people.

If it had a few full Plague Seeds in its hands, if it could regain a bit of its strength, it would definitely make these arrogant fools realize what it ans to be unable to live or die!

The sunlight suddenly dispersed in a very short period of ti, the sky over the forest beca densely clouded, and then it quickly started to rain.

Initially, the Plague Demon didn’t care. The forest was dense, and the rain couldn’t wet the ground imdiately. However, the rain grew stronger, and finally turned into a torrential downpour, as if soone was relentlessly pouring water down from the sky.

The raindrops finally fell on it, and the Plague Demon instantly sensed sothing was wrong. The raindrops on its body sizzled and were followed by excruciating pain!

The water was pervasive; no dense foliage could block it for long. In just a mont, the rain tinkled down through the gaps of the shade, for the Plague Demon, this was equivalent to a lingering torture, the rain falling like knives, making its green smoke-like body riddled with holes.

It had no choice but to stop and picked the largest leaf nearby, re-coiled its green smoke into a small ball, and sullenly hid under the leaf.

How could it not know that soone was plotting against it? But this purifying rain hurt too much. It urgently needed to catch a breath.

Finally, the rain couldn’t reach it for the mont.

The Plague Demon breathed a sigh of relief, cursing furiously in its gut, when it saw a human hunter passing by swiftly from the left, oblivious to its presence under the leaf.

The Plague Demon focused intensely on him, instinctively wanting to chase. Its green smoke-like body was easily hurt, and this human’s shell seed a good choice. But just now, Miluo’s henchn had set this trap for it, and seeing a human again, it spat secretly: "Do they think I’d fall for it again?" Angrily glancing at the hunter, it shrank even smaller.

Seeing that there was no sign of the rain stopping, the Plague Demon mustered its courage and surged forward. It wasn’t foolish; such rainfall targeting it could only be localized, and it would be safe imdiately once it left this area.

If it could reach the official road and encounter one or two travelers, its days of suffering would end. But the remaining power it had was only enough to possess one or two more people. After all, it wasn’t a monster like Yin Jiu You, who could occupy others’ bodies effortlessly. Each forced control over a new host cost it a trendous amount of energy.

However, those waiting in ambush wouldn’t let it escape so easily. It had just heard a soft exclamation ahead when a man, dressed in light Qing-colored brocade clothes, with long eyebrows and handso features, ca around from the back of the tree, smiling arrogantly: "How does the Holy Water compare to the Yangming Divine Needle? As expected, Miluo isn’t up to the task, and indeed can’t hold you." As he appeared, the Plague Demon saw that many people had erged from all sides. It seed it had fallen into another encirclent.