Chapter 1095 - 1095 67 Fusion_2

Chapter 1095: Chapter 67 Fusion_2 Chapter 1095: Chapter 67 Fusion_2 The cultivators from the Longevity Sect, All Appearance Sect, and Qin Family, upon hearing Shen Ying’s words, had their eyes light up one by one.

They might not be particularly skilled in worldly affairs or especially adept in magical combat.

But they were, after all, Golden Core Zhenren and Immortal Masters of Nascent Soul; with a sweep of their Spiritual Sense, they had also perceived the excellent change the wall of fire created by Wang Ba had brought to the battlefield.

Now was the perfect opportunity to break away from the Three Continents’ cultivators’ plan to divide and conquer.

They quickly gathered together without hesitation.

All being cultivators of Da Jin and having benefited from the rules set by the Great Jin Sect for tens of thousands of years, the three sects and one clan rarely had barriers between them.

With a high degree of trust among each other and a mutual understanding, they began to form a Great Formation, each as a foundation.

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At that moment, eight puppets at the peak of Nascent Soul swooped down, rapidly flying toward the firewall.

One puppet formed a Seal Technique with its hands, and immediately mountains descended from the sky, attempting to extinguish the firewall.

However, starting a fire is easy, but putting one out is difficult.

“Burning mountains and boiling seas” is no empty saying, after all.

Atop the mountains, near-purple flames swiftly began to rise.

The surrounding Spiritual Energy was burned even more rapidly.

In midair.

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The lean Daoist Cultivator from Shengzhou sensed this scene, and his expression instantly darkened!

“No good!

This Fire Method has already taken shape, and it’s beyond human power to counteract!”

“Everyone spread out!”

The fire is inanimate, straightforward in its approach; as long as one avoids its sharpness, there is no danger.

Just now, several Nascent Souls had suffered because they were caught off guard and had collided with it themselves.

Otherwise, no matter how fierce the flames, they wouldn’t have caused such significant harm.

The Three Continents’ cultivators below, upon hearing this, immediately dispersed.

“We’ve underestimated him!”

The lean puppet cultivator from Shengzhou couldn’t help but turn his gaze toward Wang Ba, who had quietly hidden to the side.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Since this person had suddenly appeared on the battlefield until now, it had only been a matter of seconds, but the Three Continents’ cultivators had already lost seven or eight Nascent Soul combatants to him.

But that was secondary.

Both sides were prepared for losses in the fierce battle.

The key issue was that despite such huge losses, not only had they failed to gain an advantage, but their battle strategy had been disrupted.

First, a White Tiger, suddenly emerging, directly restrained one of their important trump cards, the Abyssal Dragon Whale.

Moreover, their plan to exploit their numerical advantage and gang up on the lesser force was declared bankrupt by this unplanned firewall.

“Kill!

We must kill this person, or if he has other methods…”

With a shift in thought among the eight puppets, two immediately flew out, and swiftly vanished into the chaotic battlefield.

At this moment, after having unleashed a mighty wall of fire in one breath, Wang Ba immediately took cover.

What he could do, he had done.

There remained some minor tricks, but none that could significantly impact the situation.

And the Da Jin cultivators had also successfully extricated themselves.

There was no need for him, a Golden Core Craftsman, to be a target.

Thus, his objective in taking action had been achieved.

At this time, the Mysterious Dragon Soldiers were also greatly exhausted, so he comfortably withdrew to the back.

Seeing this, the Da Jin cultivators did not interject.

After all, Wang Ba’s significant contributions were plain for all to see.

So as the Da Jin cultivators passed by him, each wore a look of respect.

Even two Nascent Soul Early Stage Cultivators landed in front of Wang Ba.

“I am Li Wanjiu from the Longevity Sect.”

“Brother Wang, your performance in this battle was too dazzling.

The Three Continents’ cultivators will certainly harbor resentment.

Now that you are weakened, to prevent retaliation from them, the two of us will protect you,” said a young cultivator with braided hair and slightly strange attire, bowing respectfully.

In his eyes was an unhidden admiration.

The other was a cultivator from the All Appearance Sect.

“Chief Wang, I’m Zhou Boyang, a disciple of Qixinglu Peak, here to protect you,” the other middle-aged cultivator said with a respectful demeanor.

Wang Ba was momentarily dumbfounded, somewhat unaccustomed to such treatment.

He used to prefer hiding in the shadows, with keeping a low profile being the priority.

Now, as his cultivation base had increased and his status within his sect had risen, he was gradually taking a more public role.

Still, he was somewhat uncomfortable with it, especially with being protected by others.

But although he was unaccustomed,

Having two more Nascent Soul cultivators for protection did offer extra security.

So, Wang Ba genuinely and wholeheartedly chose to accept their offer:

“You have my thanks, fellow cultivators, for your efforts,” he replied.

“Heh, not at all.

If not for Brother Wang, I, Wanjiu, would have perished at the hands of the Three Continents’ Thief Cultivators.”

“Indeed, if not for Chief Wang, my fellow disciples and I couldn’t have escaped their encirclement.

Protecting Chief Wang is our duty,” the two said with an easy demeanor.

And just then, Qin Lingxiao arrived on her white dragon.

However, she passed by Wang Ba without a sideward glance, heading straight for the other Da Jin cultivators ahead.

“Wait!

Brother Qin!”

Wang Ba’s brow furrowed slightly as he called out hastily.

Qin Lingxiao’s figure immediately froze.

The white dragon, sensing its master’s intention, stopped at once.

“Brother Qin, may I ask if you know where my son is now?” Wang Ba asked urgently.

Qin Lingxiao’s body stiffened, she didn’t turn around, and after a brief silence, she suddenly raised her hand and pointed in a direction, then stamped her foot heavily on the ground.

The white dragon, pained by the action, immediately sped away.

Watching this scene, Wang Ba hesitated, but in the end, he still didn’t speak.

After all…

that white serpent dragon wasn’t his Spirit Beast, and it wasn’t his place to comment.

“How can she treat her own Spirit Beast like that?

See how well I treat Jia 15 and the others,” Wang Ba thought to himself, shaking his head inwardly.