assistirfilmes Chapter 139 Unexpected
Chapter 139 Unexpected
Such formidable Sword Qi, so effortlessly nullified by the young willow phantom, without even making contact—Patriarch of the Nether River's brows furrowed tightly. Possessing such immense and eerie power, why had he never heard of it? For the first time, filled with confidence, he felt that there were many secrets hidden in the Three Realms that even he was unaware of.
"Damn Ksitigarbha, were it not for him trapping me so easily within the Sea of Blood, I wouldn't be so ignorant!" the Patriarch of the Nether River silently cursed in his heart.
Yet, his hands did not relax in the slightest, as the murderous energy-infused Sword Qi persistently attacked the young willow phantom, the frigid Sword Qi tearing through space, carrying a terrifying destructive force.
However, the willow phantom just stood there quietly in front of him, untouched by the myriad forces.
A nameless rage began to burn fiercely from deep within the Patriarch of the Nether River—he felt looked down upon by this young willow phantom, feeling humiliated by that sensation. As the master of the Sea of Blood, pride swelled in his heart; how could he tolerate such contempt?
He opened the gateway to the Sea of Blood, from which the raging blood surged forth, quickly covering the land. The thick scent of blood filled the air, making Red Child and the others feel almost sick.
The Sea of Blood slowly advanced towards where the three of them were, instantly devouring all living beings in its path, making them part of the Sea of Blood.
Soon, the Sea of Blood spread to where the young willow phantom was, looking as if it was about to make contact.
Red Child and the others held their breath, focusing on the advancing Sea of Blood. If the young willow phantom couldn't stop the Sea of Blood, they too would perish here.
The Sea of Blood approached the phantom, as if blocked by an invisible wall, unable to advance further. However, as time went on, the Sea of Blood kept rising, and with it came a sizzling sound—the sound of the invisible barrier being corroded by the Sea of Blood.
Seeing this, the Patriarch of the Nether River rejoiced, thinking that this Sea of Blood seemed to affect the unknown willow phantom.
"It seems your protective charms are about to fail," he said, controlling the Bull Demon King and laughing.
However, that was the reality, and even the Patriarch of the Nether River had no choice but to sever the connection between this place and his body, to prevent the enigmatic Willow from tracing it back to his location.
The Red Child and the others sighed in relief at this scene, their frantic hearts could finally settle, and only now did they have the leisure to examine the Willow phantom that had protected them.
Gazing at the towering trunk and trailing Willow branches, they felt profoundly comforted; the strength it exuded was simply too vast, beyond their imaginations.
With the dissipation of the Sea of Blood, the Willow tree seemed to return to its previous calm, its branches swaying in the wind effortlessly, showing no sign of the earlier wanton destruction.
Yet the Patriarch of the Nether River gradually discerned the truth; this Willow clearly lacked sentience, retaining only the purest instincts, thus it only acted when attacked or when it encountered its food, otherwise remaining inert.
So he said to the three little ones with a smile, "You can't escape this time. I have all the time in the world, and when this phantom's time is up, I'll deal with you then."
Having spoken, the Patriarch of the Nether River, inhabiting the Bull Demon King's body, casually seated himself on the ground, eyes intently fixed on the three youngsters hiding behind the phantom.
The atmosphere suddenly quieted down, the youngsters hadn't expected the Patriarch of the Nether River to be so petty, just blocking the outside, silently waiting for the phantom to disperse.
The Dragon Princess walked up to the trunk of the Willow, her delicate hand resting on the ethereal wood, she whispered softly, "Willow, oh Willow, could you take us back to the South Sea?"
The Bull Demon King, seeing this, slightly curled his lips, thinking to himself: After all, they are but children, to harbor such naive thoughts at a time like this. This Willow clearly bears no sentience; her words are merely a comfort to her own mind, and completely pointless.
However, as the Dragon Princess's words fell, the Willow phantom shone brightly and transformed into a ray of golden light. Wrapping around the three little ones, it flew off into the distance instantly, the Restrictions set by the Patriarch of the Nether River seemingly losing all effectiveness, not impeding in the slightest as they were whisked away into the far distance by the Willow.
The Bull Demon King, piloted by the Patriarch of the Nether River, was in disarray in the wind; he found that all his conventional knowledge seemed worthless before this Willow tree.