Mystical Journey

Some of the Resonance- and Inherited-Level disciples made their moves.

Garen even saw Blue Pole Star and another pretty, fair woman leading a group of the disciples each, and soon they had killed several giant black apes, quickly calming down the chaotic situation.

"How dare you attack our Blue Frost Sect headquarters! When the Sect Master returns, that will be the day you die!"

That fair lady spoke, magnifying her voice, and instantly stabilizing the chaos.

Many people rushed toward her quickly, and gathered together.

There were more and more powerhouses from the Blue Frost Sect, all gathered in one place, and they instantly formed a huge force, killing more than ten giant black apes in an instant.

"Dragon Pulse Freeze! Frost Descent!"

Abruptly, a voice came from the ground beneath them.

Under the leadership of Great Senior Sister and Blue Pole Star, everyone in the Blue Frost Sect actually formed a large circular formation, emitting a vicious blue chill.

The enormous chill actually formed a terrifying blue dragon head, almost a hundred meters tall, in mid-air, the giant and ferocious dragon jaws chomping down hard toward Carthage and the others.

Before the terrifying force even reached them, an intense chill had begun to rise from their feet.

Garen felt as though that gigantic blue dragon head was staring at him, a terrifying power that far transcended Non-Falling Level locking onto him from mid-air.

Many layers of ice began to rise from his feet, passing his calves, his groin, and freezing their way up his abdomen.

He was extremely shocked, but right now, none of his techniques or powers could stop this terrifying freezing. As soon as any of his power touched this freezing power, it was instantly converted into nothing, as though it had never been there.

Within a few seconds, half of his body had been encased in ice.

"A Level-Eight Engraved Formation? That's vaguely Interesting." Carthage was also currently in the midst of freezing, but his lips were curved in a sarcastic smile.

Slowly, he raised one hand, and grabbed toward the sky, his arm straight as an arrow.

"Storm!"

Brr…

In an instant, the sky turned dark.

Countless black clouds spun and formed a giant whirlpool that was several thousand meters tall, the eye of the whirlpool looking like a tunnel of darkness that headed toward another world.

With an explosive rumble, all of a sudden, a giant hand that was almost a thousand meters wide reached out from inside. The giant hand had fair skin, and its surface was covered with tiny silver scales. It spread open its fingers, lightly pressing down with its palm.

The blue dragon shattered, as though it had been forcefully compressed and exploded from the pressure, instantly turning into countless shards of ice.

There was no sound, just endless tremors.

Garen felt as though an arm like a heavenly pillar had landed in front of him, crashing hard into the ground. All of the light before his eyes had been covered by that arm, and he could even see the palm-sized silver scales on the arm. They were dense and emitted a smell like sulfur. The whole arm was like a giant wall that had fallen down from the sky.

The powerful current swirled around the arm, and began to spread in all directions, blowing ripples through the force field surrounding Garen.

With a crisp crashing sound, the giant arm abruptly shattered, like glass, and was instantly blown into countless silver shards, vanishing in the air.

The black clouds scattered, and it was a complete mess below them now.

Garen suppressed his shock, and looked down.

At least half of the buildings in the crescent city had been destroyed, and as a result of the destruction from that one palm, the Blue Frost Sect had also sustained severe casualties.

A demonic smile curved Carthage's lips, and thanks to this aura of his, his originally plain face now seemed deep and horrifying.

"Go."

He spoke calmly.

Whoosh!

Four blood-red figures abruptly appeared beside him, and Garen had no idea where they had been hiding. All four of them wore long blood-red robes, the hems of their robes flickering with shard-like shadows as they descended, but strangely, even though the ends of their robes kept shattering off, their robes never got any shorter.

The four blood-red robes said nothing, dashing straight downward.

Whoosh!

Garen gripped his sword hilt tightly, he had not noticed the four figures at all.

He stood alone, high in the sky, and watched as the four blood-red robes dashed into the crowd it was completely a one-sided massacre. The heavily-injured Great Senior Sister from the Blue Frost Sect and Blue Pole Star were holding back one blood-red robe each, but no one could match up to the remaining two. All the attacks seemed to go through them rather than landing on them, as though they were merely illusions.

And anyone they brushed again would break out into red flames all over, instantly turning into some white skeletons that crumpled onto the ground.

"Garen." Carthage's voice came from beside Garen.

Garen turned his face to look at this mysterious and powerful man.

"Blue Pole Star is yours," said Carthage with a small smile, a red cross vaguely appearing in the middle of his brow.

"Yes."

Garen lowered his head.

In that instant, a similar red cross shot into the air before him, spinning in mid-air.

Garen reached out his hand to grab the cross, and lightly wound it over his arm using the black zip he had brought by himself as a rope. Now it's a black circle.

"This is our side's symbol, don't attack your comrades if you see this."

"Understand."

Garen took a deep breath, and flew rapidly downward, two long trails of white light shooting out from the Flying Boots he wore.

Below, the Blue Frost Sect's formation had already been utterly destroyed by the giant hand just now, and there were injuries all around. By now, the almost hundred people had more or less been killed off by the four blood-red figures. Only Blue Pole Star and that Great Senior Sister remained as some of the few blood-soaked people who were still putting up a fight.

Smack.

Garen landed lightly in the ruins of a building, stepping on stable rocks and miscellaneous pieces of garbage. He experienced the feeling of solid ground through the soles of his feet, and this instantly repelled some of his uncertainty from before, as though none of that was real.

He lowered his head, and casually grabbed a handful of stones from the ground.

The white stone shards were slightly sharp, and there was a lot of white cement on them. They were hard, and hot to the touch.

Sighing, Garen turned around and walked towards the few remaining fighters from the Blue Frost Sect.

The four blood-red-robed people were now surrounding the five remaining members of the Blue Frost Sect, but they did not make their move, neither did they release the enemy. Instead, they seemed to be waiting for Garen to reach them.

Garen walked into the circle quickly, and as soon as he approached them, he could feel waves of a bone-piercing chill coming from few members of the Blue Frost Sect.

"Garen, the master says that we should leave Blue Pole Star to you," chuckled one of the people in blood-red robes. "You better not let Master's kindness go to waste."

Garen's heart stiffened, this guy actually revealed his identity! This was completely forcing him to leave the camp of the Energy Machinists, now he really had no way back!

He glanced at the red-robed man expressionlessly, and spoke coldly. Besides, Carthage was pressuring them from up there, he would not condone any infighting.

"I don't need you poking your nose into my business."

"Those are some fighting words," chuckled the red-robed person coldly, and said no more.

On the other side, Blue Pole Star and the others reacted slightly as soon as they heard that name. Blue Pole Star's eyes widened, and he looked slightly confused, shocked, bewildered. There was only one person who was called Garen and had a grudge against him. And no matter what, that person should have no connection to this black-robed man with an aura of death here.

When Garen's gaze moved to him, Blue Pole Star had not yet recovered, but he still stood between Garen and his younger sister. His only younger brother had already died on the Void Battlefields, he could not let anything happen to his sister! No matter who the enemy was!

"Master said that if you can kill him, he might let you all go." An old voice came from another one of the blood-red robes, and his words were pointed exactly at Blue Pole Star.

"Kill him?" The air approaching despair in Blue Pole Star's eyes lit up with a hint of hope.

"Brother…" Behind him, his younger sister grabbed his hand, and sobbed in a gentle and weak voice, "Don't… Don't go, they're lying."

"Why do I need to lie to you? Under the effect of the Quadruple Weakening Fields., even if you are Non-Falling Level, you'll only have the power of a peak Inherited-Level. Killing you would be like killing a bug, why would I need to lie?" said the old red-robed person coldly.

"Let me!" said the Great Senior Sister loudly, taking a determine voice forth. "I'll take his place."

"No can do," laughed the old red-robed person coldly.

"Have you no shame! Blue Polar Star is grievously injured and he's lost a lot of blood, he might not even half his original power! And you're weakening him with force fields, too!" said the Great Senior Sister harshly. "If you're strong enough, come at me!"

"The winner needs to put the ends over the means, and history is written by winners. Even if it's shameless, no matter what else, you only have two choices right now. One is to fight our Junior Brother Garen one-on-one, and the second is death," said the first blood-red-robed person who spoke just now. "As expected of the Blue Frost Sect, you really are famous for your unity, you're still sticking up for your Junior Brother at a time like this, as befitting a Great Senior Sister… Tsk-tsk, you're just my type."

"Cowardly maggot! If it's a one-on-one battle, I could crush you with one finger!" cursed the Great Senior Sister as she abruptly turned pale.

"Alright, let's get it started as soon as possible." Garen took one step forward, and the blood-red cross tied on his arm abruptly lit up with a red light. He felt as though he had walked into a viscous liquid environment, where the air around him seemed to be filled with a thick and invisible fluid that impeded the speed of his movements.

This was clearly the so-called Quadruple Weakening Field, and Garen did not feel as though it had any effect on him, so that must be what the red cross was for.

He gripped his sword slowly. After Demonic Blade Sunlight used up the blue flames last time, he realized that it could recharge with other flames, so he just filled it up with some normal mortal flames. That was why it looked like it did in front of Carthage, where it only had red flames and not blue. Plus, the normal flames did not seem to be sufficient in quality, so they could only burn on the tip.

At a time like this, there was no longer any need to hide his Demonic Blade Sunlight. Since the flames disappeared, the Demonic Blade had ended up as merely a blade that was sharp enough and sturdy enough, awaiting the next recharge.

Hiss…

Sunlight was slowly pulled out of its scabbard, and Garen held it in both hands, throwing away the scabbard.

Garen stared at Blue Pole Star opposite him, and a Two-Moons-Level force field exploded from his body.

"It's you… so it really is you." Blue Pole Star had vaguely seen through the attributes of Garen's techniques through his actions and force field. He laughed tragically, and then secretly transmitted his voice to Garen. "I know I won't live for long… but my sister is still young. She's just Level Three… I'm begging you."

Garen felt melancholic. A Non-Falling Level powerhouse surely had aces left in his hand, and he might not lose even if he fought Garen in his current incapacitated state. But now…

"I'll use all my riches… and my life, in exchange for a promise from you." Blue Pole Star stood there motionlessly, but his voice reached Garen's ears. "Spare her life. I will give you my Inherited Power."

Inherited Power!

Garen took a deep breath. Back then, a regular Inherited Level's Inherited Power had already helped him greatly, and if it was a Non-Falling Level's Inherited Power, the benefits would be unimaginable.

"Agree." Carthage's voice appeared in Garen's ear suddenly, making his heart stiffen.

Without further hesitation, Garen clenched his teeth and nodded.

"I promise."

Baroom!!

In the distance, the Blue Frost Sect's most iconic building, the mid-air spinning stone wheel, was yanked down hard by more than ten giant apes. Amidst the crashing sounds, the headquarters representing the Blue Frost Sect, one of the few notable middle-sized sects among the Energy Machinists, fell once and for all.

"Alright, come kill me." Blue Pole Star smiled tragically. He knew that whether he won or lost, he would not be allowed to live, the opponent's power, influence, and ambition were all too overwhelming, and they were so deep that even he, as a Non-Falling Level, shivered at it. Even if he won, he would still be eliminated, without a doubt.

But his younger sister did not know anything, so as long as her memories were wiped, she would still have a hope of surviving.

Walking over slowly, Garen was not obstructed by any force field at all. The two of them were less than five meters away, and he could already see the will to die in Blue Pole Star's eyes. He did not know how the other person decided he was trustworthy, but this decision right now was undeniably the best option for him.

"Do it," chuckled one of the people in blood-red robes beside them.