If no one comes to help, Lan Caihe will pay a terrible price this time.
Whether they can survive depends on how ruthless Lan Caihe's methods are.
The petals rose again, even though Lan Caihe knew her abilities were being suppressed.
Knowing that using flower petals to attack will amplify the opponent's corrupting power.
But there was nothing he could do.
If he didn't do that, the other party's corrupting power would strike him directly.
Only by attacking with flower petals can the spread of corruption be temporarily slowed.
As Lan Caihe grew increasingly disheveled in battle, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
If it were Zhong Quanli or Zhang Guolao who came here, they would definitely not be in such a sorry state as he is.
That's what it's like to be restrained; it's frustrating and uncomfortable to fight against.
Therefore, after reaching the Mythical level, whoever possesses more Mythical abilities will be stronger.
However, Lan Caihe, whose abilities are limited by mythology, will only achieve so much no matter how much he develops them.
What if this single ability is developed to its limit?
Being restrained is being restrained, unless Lan Caihe can break through in the face of battle.
Break through to a level of dominion that no one knows about.
But that's impossible.
"Hehehe, give up struggling."
"If this continues, you'll die once you've exhausted your strength."
"Why not obediently submit to my tribe? You'll enjoy very high treatment!"
The Old Ancestor of Powder Mist chuckled and mocked.
He wasn't worried at all that Lan Caihe would run away.
The surrounding world is now completely enveloped by his black miasma.
Not to mention the sky, even the ocean is filled with his black miasma.
It's simply impossible for Lan Caihe to break through with his abilities alone.
This is a dead end.
A certain death trap!
...
On the other end.
Where Moshaman is.
At this point, she had already given orders to the nine newly recruited rapists.
"You guys are doing this..."
After giving these instructions, the nine traitors each headed towards their own countries.
They held a special pink anchor in their hands.
My mission this time is to bring this thing back to China.
As for the pink anchor, it is a beacon formed by the magic of magic.
With this beacon, they can transmit quickly.
Of course, teleportation also comes at a cost.
Each time this beacon is used for transmission, it requires the sacrifice of thousands of lives.
However, the lives of a mere thousand people are but a drop in the ocean in the human world.
It's not worth mentioning at all.
Watching the nine traitors leave, Mo Shaman smiled.
She was unaware that there were three immortals of such rank in this world.
I thought Poseidon and Apollo were humanity's last trump card.
Little did they know, even without the three immortals...
Even Zeus and Hades could give someone like Mosaman, a half-step ruler, a hard time.
Their power contains no life force; it is purely a force of destruction and annihilation.
For example, ten thousand thunderbolts, or death and darkness.
The demigod, Mo Shaman, was unaware that one of her kind had already perished.
If she knew, she would probably have already started heading back to the ancestor's place.
After all, every elite member of the Pink Mist Clan is a valuable asset to the Pink Mist Clan.
The death of even one person will cause great loss to the community.
They are difficult to reproduce and can live for up to a thousand years.
To reach the level of a half-step Dominator in terms of strength, one must live to be at least six hundred years old.
Even some exceptionally talented individuals need to be five hundred years old to reach the level of a half-step ruler.
For example, Mosaman is one of those exceptionally talented individuals.
At the age of 521, he reached the half-step master realm.
The scene returns to the Black Sea.
At this moment, Lan Caihe's condition had become extremely precarious.
The paleness on his face was impossible to hide, no matter how hard he tried.
Before long, if Lan Caihe is unable to break through, he will surely face death.
"Damn it!" Lan Caihe cursed under his breath.
The corrupting forces around us are growing stronger.
It has already occupied almost all the space around him.
At that point, he won't be able to use flower petals to defend himself.
So at this moment, he needs to make a decision.
After hesitating for less than two seconds, Lan Caihe made his choice.
He overestimated himself this time, which is why he encountered this problem.
Of course, he can't die here.
He still needs to bring back information about this place.
Even at a great cost, he had to do it.
Previously, Lan Caihe had been thinking about how to escape from here with minimal cost.
Unfortunately, given the current situation, it's no longer possible to leave safely.
I'll remember you!
After Lan Caihe uttered a harsh remark, he was suddenly enveloped in flower petals.
No, it's more accurate to say it's wrapped in flower petals.
In reality, Lan Caihe's entire body transformed into flower petals.
His skin fell off like flower petals, coalescing together to form a colorful flower wheel.
It is very small, only about the size of a plate.
The oppressive aura it exudes is indeed extremely strong.
Seeing this, the Pink Mist Ancestor understood that Lan Caihe was fighting desperately.
If this move can be countered, Lan Caihe will be defeated.
It vigorously drove the black miasma towards the flower wheel that Lan Caihe had transformed into.
But Lan Caihe completely ignored it and transformed into a flower wheel.
It then broke through in one direction, carrying a large number of petals.
The corrupting forces encountered along the way were blocked by the flower petals, which forcefully pushed open a path.
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