Is that a Wisp? Chapter 1386 Wipe Out The Mist Sect

Chapter 1386 Wipe Out The Mist Sect　　”Why has the Mist Sect invaded Turia?” Zamura shouted, transmitting his voice to the enemies. 

“A God Trial Realm brat is the Sect Leader? How amusing.” A derogatory voice resounded in response, carrying with it complete disdain. “Bring stronger if you wish to converse with us. Otherwise, scram!”

“Sect Leader, let me try,” Zualin said, flying forward upon getting a nod from Zamura. “I’m the Mountain Sect’s representative. State your claims, Mist Sect.” 

“It’s simple.” An old man with a goatee flew forward, stopping a kilometer from Zualin. “I’m the Mist Sect Leader, Multar. We only have two objectives. Hand over Feifei and the Mountain Sect’s God Seat.” 

“How the hell did they know about the God Seat?” The immortals from the Mountain Sect clamored at Multar’s words.

“Is there a spy in our sect?” Such a thought resounded in their minds. 

“No, there’s no spy,” Krune said with confidence. “You might not know this, but I’ve been monitoring the minds of every sect member to guard against an attack from the Abolition Tower. So, I know for a fact that we don’t have any spies. The enemy has someone that can divine information through heavens.” 

“Did you like that trip, Divination Immortal?” Zualin smiled all of a sudden upon being shared some information by Krune through Mental Energy. 

Upon hearing his blatant provocation, Multar frowned. Indeed, it was the Divination Immortal that had divined the information that a God Seat was in the possession of the Mountain Sect. 

And the reason they were looking for Feifei was to ensure the Golden Gate Sect would never rise. It was not to mention that through Feifei’s help, they would be able to make one of their immortals inherit the God Seat. 

Only Feifei’s Spiritual Incarnation had such power, hence why she was valued so much by both the Golden Gate Sect and the Mist Sect. 

“Haha, Feifei is our founding Elder. And, we all know how valuable she is,” Zualin said, slowly scowling in response. “Don’t stretch your paws, brat. I’ll fucking blast you into nothing.” 

“Hah…haha…hahaha! You’re calling me a brat?” Multar cackled all of a sudden, acting like he had heard the biggest joke of the century, “When I was a Primal God, you weren’t even a sperm in your old man’s nuts.”

“Haha, how funny, right?” Zualin laughed in response. “After so long, even I managed to reach the peak level of cultivation. But you’re still just a Primal God. Amusing!” 

“This bastard!” A Primal God emitted killing intent, cursing in response, “Sect Leader, let’s not waste time anymore. We’ll mow them down before capturing Feifei.”

“That’ll take too much time. And if Feifei tries to hide, it’ll cause us to expend more resources…” Multar said in worry. Even though he was confident of obliterating the Mountain Sect easily, they couldn’t be away from their home for long as the surrounding forces were still eyeing their territory. 

After all, it was four continents. No power could be calm about that. It was because the Mist Sect could be considered a Quasi-Super Sect. It was only missing a God to be called a Super Sect.

In terms of wealth, resources, manpower, etc., they had already reached the level of a Super Sect. 

So, they were a superpower whose actions were monitored by all surrounding powers. 

“Let’s forget those four continents, Sect Leader.” The Divination Immortal spoke right on time. “We’ve already pillaged it completely and crippled its foundation. Not even a Semi-God Realm cultivator can be birthed from those four continents now, not to mention stronger immortals. It’s pretty much a wasteland now.”

“Plus, we’ve brought the entirety of our foundation with us. Even if we don’t find Feifei, we can still occupy this supercontinent and grow stronger rapidly,” he said. “Besides, with my power, Feifei cannot escape my grasp. I’ll be able to locate both her and the God Seat.”

“Where are they now?” Multar asked. 

“Both are in the Mountain Sect Sub-Realm,” Divination Immortal replied. “It’s protected by powerful spatial laws, so we cannot teleport within it. But once we defeat their forces, we can barge into it from its entrance. I’ve already locked onto the entrance’s spatial coordinates.” 

“Nice work,” Multar said, transmitting the contents to some Primal Gods specialized in spatial laws. “Begin cracking their defensive code immediately.”

“Yes, Sect Leader.” The Primal Gods nodded before getting to work immediately. 

“Zamura…” Krune whispered. 

“I know.” Zamura nodded. “The Guardian Spirit would be able to hold on for the time being. We’ll suffer too many losses if we move first. So, we’ll have to be patient.” 

“Then, let me begin my preparations,” Krune said as his eyes slowly turned purple for an instant. In the sky, the clouds slowly began to accumulate gradually, darkening with time. 

“There’s someone among them that’s able to use Tribulation Lightning, right?” Multar muttered.

“Yes, Sect Leader. He’s a troublesome bastard, but an Elementary God is enough to deal with him.” An Elementary God came forward, stating, “I’ll be the one to kill him. I have learned of all his methods from those that had faced Krune in the past.”

“Alright, he’s yours, Stulfan,” Multar said, slowly turning around to face Zualin. “Heed this, Mountain Sect. Surrender, and your lives would be spared. But resist, and this will be the day you’re annihilated.”

“The same could be said about you.” Zualin snorted in response. “If you pay up for your past transactions, apologize for being rude, and scurry away with your tail behind your legs, you’ll be spared. Otherwise, you can forget about reviving after another hundred thousand years once again to exact revenge. You won’t get a second chance.” 

“It seems words are no longer of any use now.” Multar snorted before bellowing, “Mist Sect! Our opponent has declined our magnanimous offer and wishes to die a dog’s death. So, as honorable cultivators, we must grant their wishes.”

“Are you with me?”

“Yeah!” The over three million immortals roared, thundering the entire region as just their roar turned into a mystical power that slammed into the Mountain Sect immortals, causing a lot of them to cough up blood immediately as their knees turned weak while they began to lose strength.

“I see, so they’ve already launched the first attack.” Zamura snorted as he waved his hand, giving his command, “Mountain Sect…”

“Wipe out the Mist Sect!”