12dz Chapter 1070 Gift Exchange
Chapter 1070 Gift Exchange
A demigod-level magic weapon?
Chaos cursed under his breath, never expecting that this evil Netherworld Clan brat would have such a treasure!
The time limit for the undead to operate has been exceeded, and Chaos can clearly feel its power gradually weakening...
With its current power, it is no longer able to break free from this demigod-level Ten Thousand Ghosts Sealing Talisman.
'It seems this kid knows I can't stay still for too long.'
'He tricked me...'
......
Ye Ge, Gao Shenxue, Nangong Qiuyue, and others returned to the Royal Noble Hotel.
"What do we do now?" Nangong Qiuyue asked worriedly. "How could Chaos have suddenly disappeared? Where did Xiyao go?"
Who would have thought that Xia Xiyao would disappear so soon after Ye Ge returned?
Cang Feng stroked his chin and analyzed, "That light that just appeared, it seems to be some kind of formation?"
“That’s a high-level spatial array of level eleven, the Great Transfer Technique,” Yue Ling said. “It’s powerful enough to teleport an entire mountain to another location.”
"The Great Teleportation Technique?" Yu Li said, "So, Xi Yao may have already been teleported to a place very, very far away from here?"
"Probably."
"!!!"
"Who, who would do such a thing? Those people from the Temple of Priests?"
"Judging from the Five Elements Gods' expression just now, it shouldn't be like that."
Gao Shenxue's eyes were calm: "Only people from the gene company are left."
After all, they are the only ones who have been collecting the genes of ancient beasts.
Now that chaotic undead spirits and ghosts have appeared in Kyoto, they certainly won't let them go.
"Then... what do we do now?"
Jiang Xiaoming scratched his head vigorously: "Is there any way to find the coordinates of where they teleported Xia Xiyao?"
Everyone looked anxious but helpless.
"Don't be nervous," Ye Ge said calmly. "I know where Xi Yao has been teleported to."
Everyone turned to look at him.
Yue Ling looked at him and asked, "You know?"
Ye Ge quickly recounted what he had seen from the high vantage point to everyone.
"So you saw everything." Cang Feng pondered, "People of the Evil Nether Clan... In that case, it's highly likely that Xia Xiyao was teleported to the Evil Nether Clan's territory?"
Le Ling pondered, "The physical body of the Chaos Ancestor has not recovered and is still in the state of a ghost or spirit. He will not be able to move around in the mortal realm for long... They probably want to take Xi Yao to their territory first, lay an ambush, and then slowly deplete the power of Chaos, waiting for Chaos to return to Xi Yao's appearance."
"Holy crap..." Jiang Xiaoming: "If Xia Xiyao really falls into their hands, wouldn't she be used as an experiment...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Nangong Qiuyue gave him a sharp rap on the head and said angrily, "Don't jinx it!"
"..."
Jiang Xiaoming covered his head, looking aggrieved.
Gao Shenxue looked at Ye Ge with clear eyes: "Xiao Ye, you should have a way to bring Yao Yao back, right?"
She knew that since Xiao Ye remained so calm even after Yao Yao was taken away, it meant that he must have a backup plan.
“Hmm.” Ye Ge said, “I saw them set up the formation, so when their formation was set up, I used my speed to leave a spatial teleportation anchor point on Chaos’s back. So no matter where they move Yao Yao, I can summon Yao Yao back now.”
Upon hearing this, everyone paused for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief.
"So that's how it is. You should have said so earlier..." Nangong Qiuyue breathed a sigh of relief.
Yu Li said, "Lord Ye Ge, you should quickly summon Yao Yao back."
"Okay." Ye Ge clasped his hands together with a "slap," preparing to cast a spatial spell.
"Wait a minute," Gao Shenxue interrupted him.
"Hmm?" Ye Ge turned her head: "What's wrong? Xue'er?"
"Besides being able to teleport Yao Yao back, your spatial anchor point should also be able to teleport things there, right?"
"of course can."
"Then wait a bit."
Gao Shenxue said calmly, "I'll prepare a gift for them in exchange."
Ye Ge was taken aback: "A gift?"
......
The black sword hovered high in the sky, hands behind its back, like the Grim Reaper controlling the game of chess, looking down at the chaos suppressed by the Myriad Ghosts Sealing Talisman.
That enormous, mountain-like terrifying body was now slowly melting and collapsing, just like a scarlet glacier under the scorching sun! The thick, tangible black evil energy, like burning oil, emitted a sizzling wail as it frantically evaporated and dissipated from its body.
Black Sword's pupils flickered as he glanced at Chaos's attribute panel again. Seeing that Chaos's health bar, mana bar, and various attribute values were all less than one-fifth of their original values, he immediately smiled: "Chaos, you are already mine. Don't struggle anymore; it will only waste your divine soul."
Chaos's expression darkened: "Hmph... young upstart, don't underestimate the power of ancient ferocious beasts!"
"Fierce Demon - Vortex of Evil Souls!"
A massive, chaotic mass suddenly ripped open vertically, revealing a bottomless gash! Within the wound lay not flesh and entrails, but a wildly spinning vortex radiating an ominous grayish-purple light. At the vortex's core were countless layers upon layers of interlocking, grinding gear-like teeth, like a giant millstone. Thick, seemingly alive grayish-purple mist, accompanied by piercing screams that drove one mad, surged forth from it…
A mist instantly spread, drifting among the surrounding Netherworld warriors. As if thrown into a furnace of souls, the warriors instantly lost their minds, as if under an illusion. Some clutched their heads and wept, some screamed ferociously, some swayed, some laughed maniacally... Everyone's behavior became extremely strange.
Black Sword narrowed his eyes.
"Darkborn—Evil Eyes!"
A deep, dark purple, malevolent light suddenly erupted from the depths of his eyes, as if it could pierce through the netherworld!
In the vision of those demonic eyes, the battlefield scene instantly shed its appearance. He clearly saw that on the bodies of those evil Netherworld warriors shrouded in gray-purple mist, strands of translucent negative essence representing negative emotions such as fear, anger, madness, and despair were being forcibly drawn out of their bodies, as if pulled by invisible threads, and continuously flowing into the terrifying vortex in the belly of chaos.
Black Sword chuckled, raised two fingers, and cast the spell again.
"Darkborn - Evil Severing Sword!"
With a buzzing sound, one after another jet-black energy swords, engraved with ancient and evil dark purple runes, instantly solidified around him! The swords swirled with a ghostly light that devoured souls, radiating a sharp aura capable of severing all spiritual ties!
"Go!" Black Sword pointed his finger in the air.
Boo hoo hoo-!
Dozens of evil, black swords transformed into streaks of shadow that tore through the mist, precisely piercing into the churning gray-purple fog!
The Darkin Black Sword pierced through the purple mist, and monstrous faces within the mist emitted piercing screams.
The group of evil Netherworld warriors seemed to suddenly awaken from the illusion, looking around blankly.
"Do you want to extract the negative energy from my subordinates and transform it into your new power?"
Black Sword said disdainfully, "It's useless. Other races may think you're using an illusion and can't see the truth in your purple mist, but my Evil Nether Clan was originally a dark race that grew and leveled up by absorbing the evil thoughts of others, so I know best how to break your ability. I can see clearly what you want to do."