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Chapter 644 Black Masked Cultivator

"If I waited for you, the monster could have already died from boredom by the time we reach here!" Even with the added reinforcements, Zi Dan exhibited his relief with a bit of sarcasm at Xiao Mao but also knew that they still did not have the capability to defeat Dorian.

Without a doubt, Kong Xian was blown back by Dorian's psychic attacks. If not for Zi Dan quick wits to throw the shield back at Kong Xian to defend himself, he would have been shred to pieces by the blast.

Even Kong Xian who thought his new shield was sturdy enough, it was already severely dented by the recent kinetic energy blast from the Valg Humanoid. "Ahhh… That one cost about 200 over panda medals…" Kong Xian said to himself as he kept the shield and focused holding on his two handed sword.

Even though Zi Dan was relived by the additional support, he could not fathom why Kong Xian who was supposed to be heading towards the opposite side of the throne hall, would be right beside him.

"Before I was about to make our move, one of those Black Masked cultivators held on to my shoulder and told us to move to your direction. they insisted that there was nothing significant at the side I was about to explore." Kong Xian replied as he observed the surroundings of the room. "But I think I should have ignored their advice and explore that area instead of being stuck here with a sub Boss. Heck, maybe this is the real boss!"

"Not possible, his latent aura is not as strong as the one we encountered in the throne hall. We might have a chance to defeat it." Xia Mao reloaded his Cat Head Arrows and pointed his crossbow at the sniggering Valg Humanoid.

"Hahaha! I think that chance just went out of the window when you stepped into this room." Zi Dan shook his head with a short sigh.

"So there are more of these competent humans with magic, huh? Maybe I will consume all of you and get my revenge against -" A rock was thrown at tremendous speed, hitting right smack onto Dorian's forehead.

"Thank you for finding this... monster. Now step aside, I will finish this." The Black Masked Cultivator said as he picked up a piece of broken tile on the ground, courtesy of Dorian's persistent attacks. He then casually flung it right straight at the Valg Humanoid's leg, causing him to fall to the ground. Even though Dorian had no concept of pain, the physical body still reacted to the damage he received when the tile destroyed the knee joints.

"I shall not suffer such insolence!!!" Even with his brains splattered all over the place from the rock attack, Dorian's mouth was still blabbering nonsense nonstop.

"Heh! And take all the raid points by yourself? You do not have to be all that high and mighty, you know!" Kong Xian said as he attempted to rush strike the Valg Humanoid, but this time around, a stronger kinetic shockwave sent everyone flying to the corners of the room ...Except for the Black Masked cultivator.

"Like I said, you guys can stay back." Even though his full mask blocked his facial expression, it was clear that the Black Mask cultivator was smirking behind it. Dorian was not exactly happy that his kinetic shockwave had no effects against the person who did the most amount of hurt to him.

Even as he began regenerating, Dorian was cautious for another attack and prepared to dodge or counterattack whenever necessary. Yet the Black Masked cultivator took another rock and crushed it into smaller pieces with his bare hand before throwing towards Dorian.

The Valg Humanoid thought that those smashed up rock pieces would be a threat and decided to release another wave of kinetic blasts to prevent them from hitting him.

The stronger shockwave rendered the three other cultivators to be paralysed once again from the backlash, and it was a miracle they could still hold on to their lives.

To Dorian's surprise, the small rock projectiles disintegrated and cease to exist. But his focus on those rock pieces made the Valg Humanoid to temporarily take his eyes off his primary target.

That split second was sufficient for the Black Masked cultivator to zoom past the shockwave without much effort and proceeded to serve Dorian an uppercut to his chin.

Dorian's neck splintered off from his main body, and his brain mass was scattered all around the Black Masked cultivator. Without hesitation, the latter continued by grabbing the torso and smashed it to the ground with a fraction of his might, causing the body to split its parts into various directions with just one hit.

At the same time when the body was smashed into bits, a haunting, agonising shout echoed throughout the entire room. It was none other than the true form of Dorian as he lost his physical body. Still, that was merely a way for the sentient Valg to materialise. Given enough magical energy, it could regenerate the body once more. For now, it tried to escape the room via its spiritual form.

In his mind, Dorian vowed to return and hunt this Black Masked human down and skin his insides out like how Maeve did to him when he was still barely conscious.

Sadly, his dream of revenge would be for nought as the Black Masked cultivator was not done. From beneath his shirt, he took out an inverted black cross with thorns spiralling down the symbol and raised it up towards the floating spiritual form.

A short flickering of dark toned light emerged from the inverted cross upon detecting a dense amount of magical energy in the room. The thing was, the cross would not react to any sort of magical power but only to the magic of Feys.

The Black Masked Cultivator could have used it directly when fighting against Maeve, but the Daughter of the Winter Court would have noticed it and directly aimed for him to destroy the cross. Thus, this was the best place to get a hold of the Fey's magic.

Without any chants accompanied to the reveal of the inverted cross, the air within the room turned oppressive, and the haunting echoes suddenly turned into cries of pleas. For some reason, the cultivators observed the spiritual Valg form being forcibly absorbed into the inverted cross.

Even though Dorian had no way to escape it, he still tried to curse the Black Masked cultivator for his actions until the room was utterly silent. "Heh, for a useless otherworldly spirit, he sure made a lot of noise." The masked cultivator said before he inspected the inverted cross.

It was now brimming with the hatred from Dorian, and the Black Masked Cultivator could feel the cross's magic to be pulsating at the same rate of his heart. "Now we have a working Item of Power. Looks like the Feys from our world are interconnected to this world as well. Hmph, makes the job all the more easier. Would be better if Narris and Tinda found Maeve's Item of Power."

The other three cultivators managed to regain their footing and wanted to know what was happening. Yet, the Black Masked cultivator made no noise and disappeared from their sight as if he never existed before. Th1s chapter is updated by n)ovel/\bin/\

"Do you wish to wait here until the end of the raid?" Zi Dan's legs gave way immediately when he noticed that the coast was clear.

"You freeloader...count me in." Xia Mao whispered as he dragged himself towards Zi Dan and sat beside him. In no time, the two took out cans of beer and started to drink among themselves. Kong Xian could not believe that the elderly cultivators were acting this way.

"Wanna join?" ZI Dan offered a can towards Kong Xian even though the latter was displaying disdain. Yet, that disdain gradually turned into acceptance, and the Towering Tortoise cultivator willingly sat down beside them for a drink.

Besides, with that group of absurdly strong Black Masked cultivators tagging along with Xiong Da and Bu Dong? They probably can clear the raid boss in no time. Kong Xian believed there was no harm for them to rest for now and recuperate before coming to aid them at the very last minute. (If there was ever a need for that!)

With Kong Xian taking out a few snacks from his storage ring, the three laughed and recollected the recent boss fight as they forged a new friendship amidst that few cans of beer.

There was nothing more pleasing than finding new comrades in a perilous dungeon setting.