Chapter 619: Whispers of Ruin
An icy shudder ran down Adam’s spine. The cleaver only confirmed what he had seen: the grotesque features of a humanoid—no, a demon’s protruding fangs, ashen skin, and sharp claws. And now, this stupid Ye Feng broke its seals.
Thick miasma already seeped from the crackling cocoon, enveloping him, and soon insidious whispers would begin to poison everyone’s minds...
The demonic cleaver chuckled, its voice dripping with mockery.
"Why would it whisper? I needed a wielder and someone to hide me. It doesn’t. Hahaha. You’ve been a useful tool, but I guess that’s where we part ways."
Horrified, Adam swung his arm, spatial mana splitting the air before him. Through the dark cracks, the outline of the forest’s lush canopy and the figures of the inner disciples he had marked appeared.
The joyous fools still filled their spatial rings with precious fruits and minerals when all hell would soon break loose. After all, there could only be one reason for that leech of a weapon to say they’d part ways: everyone would die, him included.
He couldn’t waste a second. Therefore, he channelled his mana to encase all the sprawled cultivators in an ethereal bubble that hovered toward him.
They shuddered, their mouths opening in protest, but he thundered before they could and ignored them afterwards.
"Protect these unreasonable fools, Misha. We need to buy time until the blessed land kicks us out!"
"I’m not leaving you." She rushed behind him, baring her teeth and growling at the cocoon. "We’ll fight whatever comes out together."
Adam’s veins throbbed on his forehead. Time wasn’t for explanations, but he still hugged Misha and whispered. "I can’t let them die. I’m not fighting either, just buying everyone time. So, please, protect them in my stead."