Chapter 555: Praise the Immortals
Strawpin creased her brows as she fed energy into the formation core, a five-sided diamond crafted specifically for this purpose. Their squad’s victories were nowhere near as easy as they seemed. They were constantly besieged by shockwaves erupting all over, not even aimed at them. Her Dao perception was so overwhelmed she’d shut it off, relying completely on eyesight to navigate the battle, which meant she couldn’t see in every direction at once for the first time in many years. It stressed her out.
A powerful tug slipped into her soul, requesting more power than she was putting out. She complied, also wiping her Dao off the energy she sent away, gritting her teeth as some of the straw floating around her dissipated. Overhead, Min Ling unleashed a powerful attack fueled by the energy she’d just received. An enemy A-Grade fell screaming.
“Are you okay?” Starhair asked, close beside her.
“Of course,” she lied. “You aren’t?”
“Of course I am,” he lied back.
“I’m better than both of you,” Fiend Prince declared through gritted teeth. A constant stream of crimson energy left his body to sink into the diamond. Strawpin would have laughed if she wasn’t exhausted.
A powerful aura fell over them. Strawpin looked up in fear to find a peak A-Grade cultivator hovering above their formation, cold eyes glancing down. It was a species she’d never seen before—some sort of gray, taut-skinned humanoid. The cultivator aimed its palm downward to release a hail of needles. Heavenly Spoon and Min Ling turned towards them, galvanizing their powers with a painful tug at the three peak B-Grades’ inner worlds. A spoon-wielding green phantom, red lightning, and purple flames surged upward, wrapping around the needles in a colorful showdown. It would only delay the inevitable, however—they did not possess the power to fight a peak A-Grade.
“Leave my friends alone.”
A powerful aura appeared nearby. Strawpin turned to find Jack, his body covered in shallow wounds and purple sparks, holding the lifeless body of an amazonian-looking Archon in one hand. He was panting, but not overly hurt. The moment he appeared, the enemy cultivator’s eyes turned from cold and merciless to terrified—it tried to teleport away but found space around it sealed. Jack punched out, a river of purple power which crashed into the enemy and shattered their body, throwing away all needles just by passing by. The energy flow continued deeper into the battlefield, turning smoothly to avoid allies and only strike at enemies. One punch took down over a dozen enemies—most of them B-Grades.