Chapter 1777: A Chance Encounter

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief upon receiving verification that An Lin was alright.

Only one percent of the essential dao bone had been digested. At this rate, An Lin estimated that it would take about one or two months for the essential dao bone to be completely digested.

In other words, the Dark Immortal Transformation spell technique was in the bag!

Everyone exited the ancient battleground and wandered around the Spirit Realm atop the Demonic Frost Star.

Their target had changed once again. They were now aiming to exterminate as many enemies as possible rather than search for treasures.

The Void Spirit Tribe had pledged their allegiance to the Heavenly Human Tribe, so An Lin and the others decided to severely damage the Void Spirit Tribe before they had to leave the Spirit Realm.

Thus, they bulldozed through the Spirit Realm, destroying all enemies they encountered.

Only a few days had passed, yet they already lost count of how many powerful beings they had slain a long time ago.

An Lin and the others formed an invincible combination in the Spirit Realm. Even the Half-Step God of Creation Stage Ancient Fiendcelestial had been slain by them, so who else could stop them here? Unless a God of Creation came to face them, anyone else would simply be cannon fodder.

Elsewhere.

This was a place where dark winds that could rob one of their life force blew all year round.

Living beings with lowly cultivation bases would be killed by these dark winds in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, a fierce battle was taking place here.

A white holy light clashed with a soul power, making heaven and earth rumble as explosive energy exploded forth, sweeping away all dark winds in the general vicinity.

A woman with a powerful aura and white wings on her back was battling a bunch of Void Spirit Tribe powerful beings while wielding a golden holy sword.

This was a tall and slender woman with holy, beautiful features and a set of snowy-white, well-proportioned legs beneath her white holy dress. Her voluptuous chest wobbled as she fought vigorously, and sweat was pouring down her delicate face. The grave expression she currently wore suggested that she was not faring very well.

Aside from her, there was a tall, handsome man fighting by her side who also had white wings on his back.

Both of them were at the Return to Void Stage, but they were still forced into a dire situation by about a dozen or so powerful Void Spirit Tribe living beings.

“Kukuku… Shirley, Augus, the Dark Wind Plains will be where you two are laid to rest!” A Void Spirit Tribe Return to Void Stage mighty figure with green flames burning all over its body cackled.

Augus knocked back two Void Spirit Tribe powerful beings who tried to attack him from behind with an enraged expression on his face. “Spirit King Ao Huo, we have no intentions to battle the Void Spirit Tribe and are only looking for the Vital Dream Divine Flower, why do you insist on cornering us like this?”

“I think you’re misunderstanding something.” Spirit King Ao Huo rushed toward Augus as its green flames transformed into ghostly claws. “We want to kill you because we think it’s fun, not because of what you’re trying to do!”

“Hahaha, exactly right!”

“Die die die!”

“I’ve never tasted the flesh of a Light Wing Clan Return to Void Stage mighty figure!”

“I’m taking that chick’s legs! They look so succulent and delicious!”

All of the other Void Spirit Tribe powerful beings roared with laughter.

“F*ck!” Shirley gritted her teeth. “What a bunch of freaks!”

At this moment, a blue soul sword flashed through the air like a bolt of lightning. Shirley’s expression shifted, and she immediately raised her sword to defend herself, only to be knocked flying and sustaining a gash on her arm as well.

“Freaks?” A Void Spirit Tribe mighty figure with a wolf head and a ghostly body licked the bloodstained soul saber in its hand. “We’re no freaks. The current situation is simply you are at our mercy, and we can kill you even if it’s just for fun. Is there a problem with that?”

Shirley’s chest wobbled with rage.

At this moment, a few Void Spirit Tribe powerful beings charged toward her again.

Shirley and Augus looked at each other, and both of them could see an intent to retreat in each other’s eyes.

They had to find an opportunity to escape. Otherwise, they were going to die in this mass brawl.

At this moment…

The temperature between heaven and earth suddenly dipped.

Ice and frost began to appear on the ground.

Immediately afterward, a vast, terrifying aura swept forth.

Shirley and Augus were both horrified upon seeing this. This was the power of a Dao Integration Stage super mighty figure, and a Void Spirit Tribe one at that!

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In contrast, all of the Void Spirit Tribe powerful beings became quite excited.

“It’s the Demonic Frost Star!”

“The Demonic Frost Star is here, hahaha!”

Shirley looked up at the massive star that had almost obscured the entire sky, and her beautiful features turned deathly pale.

If she used her trump card, she still had a chance to run away, but with a Dao Integration Intermediate Stage super mighty figure here, there was no longer any chance of that happening.

An expression of despair appeared on Augus’ face as he heaved a faint sigh. “Is this fate? Looks like searching for the Vital Dream Divine Flower in the Spirit Realm is still too dangerous of a mission for us after all.”

Right at this moment, the massive star was already exhaling frosty power.

The power of frost materialized into swords, which fell from the sky, threatening to destroy heaven and earth.

“Hahaha… Demonic Frost Star, do you want to give us a hand?”

“Master Demonic Frost Star, please leave us with some scraps, hehehe…”

Spirit King Ao Huo was still cackling before it was suddenly struck by the feeling that the frost swords falling from the sky were a little off target.

Splat!

The sword pierced through its body, and a terrifying frost power destroyed its consciousness.

“Er… Master Demonic Frost Star, did you miss your target?” Spirit King Ao Huo looked up at the massive star in the sky with a confused expression.

Soon, the anguished wails of the other Void Spirit Tribe powerful beings erupted from around it.

The frost swords had punctured their bodies with unerring accuracy.

It was not missing its target at all!

Not only were all of the Void Spirit Tribe powerful beings in disbelief, but even Shirley and Augus were completely dumbstruck. They were unable to grasp what the Demonic Frost Star was doing.

“Demonic Frost Star! Why?!” a Void Spirit Tribe mighty figure roared with rage and indignation.

The star’s deafening voice erupted from above as it said, “Why? You are at my mercy, and I can kill you even if it’s just for fun. Is there a problem with that?”

All of the Void Spirit Tribe powerful beings: “…”

Shirley: “…”

What familiar words…

What a slap to the face…

All of the Void Spirit Tribe powerful beings fell amid roars of grief and indignation.

Soon, Shirley and Augus were the only two left on the battlefield.

“Gulp…” Shirley swallowed as she looked up at the colossus in the sky with a fearful expression, unable to figure out what it was thinking.

Soon, the ball began to shrink, and a few extremely familiar figures appeared before Shirley, upon which she was dumbstruck once again.

“An… An Lin?!

“Xu Xiaolan and Liu Qianhuan as well?!”

Shirley was shocked beyond belief at the sight of these familiar faces.

“Even Liu Mingxuan, Black Spirit Snake, and White Spirit Snake are here…” Augus drew a sharp intake of breath. What a terrifying lineup!

“Hi, long time no see…” An Lin waved at them with a smile.

“It really is you, An Lin.” Shirley’s beautiful eyes roamed over An Lin with a hint of disbelief. She poked his shoulder to verify that he wasn’t an illusion, upon which she heaved a sigh of relief. “Why are you here? And what’s the deal with this Demonic Frost Star?”

“Oh, you mean Little Star? There’s no need to fear. It’s my slave.” An Lin smiled.

“Gasp…”

Shirley and Augus drew another sharp intake of breath.

A Dao Integration Intermediate Stage Void Spirit Tribe slave?

Badass!