Rumble...
Two half-step Spirit Transformation cultivators detonated themselves at once, their power shaking heaven and earth. More than half the precipitous mountain collapsed, and the Spirit Plant Temple standing atop it was not spared, blasted straight into ruins.
The deafening explosions continued for a full cup of tea's time before gradually dying away.
"Senior elders..."
Standing on the Spirit Plant Altar, Lin Mo gazed at the dissipating blood-red flames in the distance, his expression indescribably complicated.
Without question, they had been controlled by Evil Soul Seals, reduced to soul slaves and made the Hundred-Flower Nether Lord's trusted lieutenants.
Yet they had retained their own awareness, the pride of Nascent Soul Great Cultivators, and the dignity of human cultivators!
Perhaps they had been waiting all along for an opportunity to do something for humanity in the final moments of their lives.
His arrival had been that opportunity.
They had not left even half a sentence of last words or said a word to him. With absolute resolve, they had chosen to detonate themselves without the slightest hesitation!
"Cough, cough..."
As the flames gradually dispersed, the Hundred-Flower Nether Lord's ravaged body emerged once more from their center.
He was clearly badly injured. His life aura had weakened by at least thirty percent, and a great cloud of crimson mist surrounded him, continually merging with his broken flesh.
He had been formed from the fusion of thousands of evil spirits, and ordinary attacks were virtually useless against him. Yet the two white-robed elders had clearly injured his divine soul-the sole weakness of an evil spirit incarnation!
"So... this was how the Spirit Transformation seniors of the Spirit Origin Continent temporarily forced the Hundred-Flower Nether Venerable back..."
Looking at the place where the two white-robed seniors had vanished, Lin Mo was overcome by a