Chapter 347

Chapter 347: One Against Three

The protector of True Young Master felt a deep sorrow upon witnessing the scene. Unlike the complete annihilation of the Mo Sect’s forces, the White Bone Sect could always reap great rewards in the Lost Forest, leading many to receive generous rewards from their sect.

In such circumstances, the cultivators from the White Bone Sect competed eagerly to come here. Without a certain position and strength, one might not even secure a spot.

This led to the situation where all those arriving were Inner Elite Disciples; even though the Core Inner Gate Disciples were absent, these individuals were still formidable.

Those who could become core inner disciples were considered secondary elites, with each Golden Pool extending more than hundreds of miles, likely reaching at least the cultivation level of the Wind Tribulation Immortal in the future.

Such elites would be given special attention in any sect, and losing even one would cause heartache for days.

However, in just a few breaths, over ten of those eager to escape had perished.

Only about seventy or eighty had arrived, and losing so many at once left him bewildered about how to report to the higher-ups.

The death of True Young Master alone was a significant mistake, and combined with the loss of these inner elites, the protector felt like crying. He feared that upon returning, the sect’s higher-ups might even want to punish him.

Fortunately, more than half remained, and the protector dared not let them die, quickly shouting, "Hurry in! Staying inside is safer!"

The disciples were already frightened and, without needing a second command from the protector, rushed into the interior of the White Bone warship.

After all, the White Bone warship was a Seventh-Rank mid-grade treasure ship, equivalent to an Eighth-rank treasure, capable of matching the Fire Tribulation Immortal.

Eliminating such a treasure was no easy feat; even the Earth’s Magnetic Force Warship, with all its might, could only wear it down slowly.

The tentacles made of Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force, formed by thirty-six beams of light, bound the White Bone warship while simultaneously eroding it.

The outer layer of white bones and skulls on the White Bone warship was being worn away in chunks by the Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force Light. The formations on the deck and buildings continuously released dark energy to counter the Divine Light.

The intertwining black and white lights engaged in a fierce battle; although the white Divine Light held the advantage, the White Bone warship was not without defense and could withstand the assault for a while.

However, overall, the White Bone warship was in a precarious situation, essentially unable to escape. With some more time, it would surely be completely destroyed by the Divine Light.

The protector of True Young Master could not allow such a thing to happen. This White Bone warship was a Seventh-Rank treasure ship, and in the White Bone Sect, which was not adept at forging mechanical treasure ships, they could barely muster a hundred Seventh-Rank treasure ships. Any single one was a treasure.

If they lost this, along with the numerous deaths of True Young Master’s inner elites, even if he were the Fire Tribulation Immortal, he couldn’t bear such sins; escaping unscathed would be a miracle.

This thought made the protector frantic, and he shouted angrily, "Fang Lie, do you understand the rules? We came to the Lost Forest to compete for the Dao path; why did you attack directly?"

"You idiot!" Fang Lie sneered disdainfully. "Good and evil have always been irreconcilable. I’m fighting you right now; come at me if you dare!"

"But this violates the agreement made by the major sects!" the protector shouted in sorrow and anger. "Doesn’t your Fang Family value the principle of having a just cause? What happened to your integrity?"

"Because when you calculated my father’s death, I wasn’t even of age yet; he didn’t have a chance to teach me these things!" Fang Lie retorted angrily. "So now, you can just die!"

Saying this, Fang Lie ordered the earth’s magnetic force puppets to intensify their attack on the protector.

"Damn it!" The protector rolled his eyes in anger, realizing the Fang Family members were no longer the overly rigid rule-followers they once were; saying anything now was pointless.

Helplessly, he had no choice but to pin his hopes on support from the other two demonic sects.

However, to his dismay, when he turned to look, he discovered that the warships from the two sects were merely standing at a distance, watching without joining the battle.

This truly infuriated him; just a moment ago, he had been filled with a sense of grandeur, talking about avenging Fang Lie, but now, they weren’t participating at all—only digging their own graves.

Enraged, he felt the urge to burst out in curses but forced himself to hold back.

He knew that the demonic sects acted without reserve and told bold lies without concern; trusting them would make him a fool, and if he dared to resist, it would only backfire.

As a fellow Demonic Path disciple, he understood the nature of these demonic cultivators all too well. Plainly speaking, these individuals would only get involved if there was something to gain; if there was no benefit, they would retreat, and would never help when someone was in trouble.

To get them to take action, one must first pay a price.

So the man could only shout helplessly, "You two, lend a hand! Just harass them from outside. Help me out and I’ll give you a Seventh-rank Treasure!"

Exactly as the protector predicted, members of the Blood Sea Sect and Ghost Realm Sect immediately lost their nerve after witnessing the Earth’s Magnetic Force Warship’s terrifying power, not daring to approach. All their previous bold promises turned out to be empty words.

From their distant position, they watched the fearsome earth’s magnetic force with lingering fear, privately deciding to stay as spectators. But when the Seventh-rank Treasure reward was mentioned, the leaders of both sects instantly changed their tune.

A Blood Sea Sect youth immediately cried, "Fellow cultivators should stick together! Hold on, senior – I’m coming to help!" His words sounded grand, but he inched forward hesitantly, stopping hundreds of miles from the warship to shoot streams of sticky crimson blood arrows. Though short and lacking piercing power, these disgusting projectiles could corrode and taint treasures.

The Ghost Realm Sect member similarly vowed, "Don’t worry, senior! Reinforcements are here!" Yet he too kept hundreds of miles away, spewing clusters of Netherworld Ghost Fire.

Fang Lie completely ignored these feeble attacks. While maintaining the Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force Light’s defense, he focused his power on crushing the White Bone warship. The Earth’s Magnetic Force Warship lived up to its monstrous reputation – built from Earth’s Magnetic True Gold, it wielded terrifying control over magnetic forces. Enhanced by the Mo Sect’s treasure ship Divine Seal that absorbed vast earth energy, it generated enough Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force Light to form a tornado-like vortex beneath the hull.

Both the blood arrows and ghost fire, being Yin-Yang and Five Elements-based attacks, disintegrated before touching the warship.

As the White Bone warship’s upper structures crumbled and deck plates cracked, its protector desperately shouted, "Put some real effort in! This magnetic warship can only handle one target at a time! Attack harder from closer range or you’ll lose your treasures when we fall!"

Realizing the truth in this, the two demonic sects reluctantly moved closer while coordinating their assault. The blood palace ceased firing arrows, instead unleashing a blood lake spanning dozens of acres. The Netherworld Ghost Fire shifted from sporadic bursts to a continuous flaming pillar.

Fang Lie grew concerned until he noticed the Great Earth General’s faint smile. The magnetic light surrounding the warship suddenly shifted from neutralizing attacks to redirecting them. Under precise control, both the blood lake and ghost fire reversed course toward the White Bone warship.

The horrific scene unfolded:

Corrosive blood flooded through the White Bone warship’s bow ports, melting bone structures into black sludge. Meanwhile, the concentrated ghost fire breached the weakened stern, burning through every deck it touched.