Chapter 348

Chapter 348: Sinking the White Bone

The White Bone warship had quite the predicament. In front of it was a thick wave of blood, destroying the Divine Pattern Restrictions along the way; behind it was the Netherworld Ghost Fire, turning the Divine Pattern Restrictions to ashes.

In the middle was the Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force Light, continuously wearing down everything on the White Bone warship. It was like being attacked from three sides.

It could have held on a bit longer, but now, the defenses of the White Bone warship collapsed almost instantly. Three terrifying powers surged in, quickly seeping into the warship’s interior.

Many elite disciples hiding inside didn’t even understand what was happening before they met a tragic end—either being burned to ashes by the Netherworld Ghost Fire, corroded to death by the Blood Sea, or worn down to nothing by the Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force Light!

The protector of the White Bone Sect was so furious he felt like he was going mad. He never dreamed that he wouldn’t be defeated by the Mo Sect, but by the very allies he brought in.

Nothing is scarier than a partner who is a scoundrel! Didn’t they think about the directional property of the Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force Light when they launched their attacks? Or were they aware and deliberately using it to harm their own?

The protector wished he could catch the leaders on both sides and severely punish them, but unfortunately, he had no chance left.

Seeing the situation was hopeless, the protector immediately thought about fleeing. He couldn’t care about others now; he shouted, "Each one for themselves!"

Then he was the first to rush out of the White Bone warship.

True Young Master’s protector was an old man with a gloomy face. He had a white bone law pearl atop his head, emitting pale colorful light that protected him from the Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force Light, Netherworld Ghost Fire, and Blood Sea, keeping them at bay.

This was his life-bound treasure, a result of thousands of years of hard work. Although it was only a low-grade Eighth-rank, it perfectly matched him, making its power exceptional. It helped him break free from the doomed White Bone warship.

The other disciples of the White Bone Sect didn’t have such strong power. Only a few found themselves in relatively safe key positions, with minimal impact, and had decent treasures for protection, allowing them to escape in the end.

However, only seven or eight of them made it out; the rest perished on the warship.

But for those scoundrels, their fate had long been sealed; Fang Lie would not let them go, no matter what. The protector was Fire Tribulation Immortal, and with his Eighth-rank life-bound treasure, he could easily escape. Fang Lie knew he couldn’t keep him.

So, Fang Lie focused on the White Bone warship and the remaining disciples of the White Bone Sect.

As long as he sank this valuable warship and eliminated all the elite disciples of the White Bone Sect, this battle would count as a complete victory. Losing one protector wouldn’t matter.

Thus, just as those disciples thought they had escaped, they suddenly faced fierce attacks from the Earth’s Magnetic Divine Light Towers. Each disciple was targeted by a Divine Light Tower, and terrifying white tentacles struck them hard while continuously wearing them down with the Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force Light.

As a devastating weapon on the Earth’s Magnetic Force warship, the power of the Earth’s Magnetic Divine Light Towers was not to be underestimated, especially after being covered in Earth’s Magnetic True Gold, making its power nearly that of an Eighth-rank treasure’s strike.

Such a powerful attack even had the Fire Tribulation Immortal on edge, while those at the Golden Pool realm had no way to resist.

The strongest among them staved off the attack for only a few breaths of time with a treasure before they all perished, their bodies worn down to nothing by the Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force Light, leaving nothing behind.

Even their treasures and Sumeru Bags were turned to ash by the Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force Light.

Eventually, the White Bone warship reached its end, with tentacles made of Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force Light snapping it into several pieces, and the broken hull disintegrated, plummeting from the sky to the ground.

The massive hull crashed down, creating a tremendous roar, even causing an earthquake. Dust was thrown into the air in the vast desert, creating a truly spectacular scene.

Fang Lie watched in delight, laughing heartily, "This is satisfying, so satisfying!"

But True Young Master’s protector was filled with despair and anger. He shouted, "Fang Lie, we are sworn enemies!"

After that, he could no longer stay, transforming into a rainbow and vanishing without a trace.

The many disciples from the Ghost Realm Sect gasped in shock; they never imagined that such a powerful Seventh-rank mid-grade treasure ship could be destroyed in such a short time.

Although they had pitched in, it remained undeniable that Fang Lie’s Earth’s Magnetic Force Warship was overwhelmingly powerful. Against the might of the Netherworld Ghost Fire, they stood no chance—once ensnared, they’d inevitably become the second White Bone warship!

Too terrified to linger, they hastily turned tail and fled, not even daring to utter a parting threat.

While the Ghost Realm Sect slipped away quietly, the Blood Sea Sect’s scoundrels made a far louder exit.

The red-clothed youth atop the blood palace barked retreat orders while blustering, "Fang Lie, you’ve won this round! We’ll settle this another day!"

Fang Lie’s rage ignited. *They attack me, then flee while spouting threats? This brat’s arrogance knows no bounds!*

Seething, he decided to eliminate them outright. One more enemy crushed wouldn’t hurt.

Fueled by fury, Fang Lie ordered pursuit. "Why wait? Let’s settle it now! Where’s your bravado? Turn and fight!"

The Earth’s Magnetic Force Warship wheeled toward the fleeing blood palace. Earth’s Magnetic Divine Light Towers unleashed beams of Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force Light.

But beyond a hundred miles, the light couldn’t form tangible tentacles, shooting instead like cannon shells.

Inside the Netherworld Ghost Fire, sect members jeered at their rivals’ stupidity. "Fools! They fled but couldn’t keep quiet. Now Fang Lie’s chasing them instead!"

Blood Sea Sect disciples burned with humiliation, mentally cursing their red-clothed comrade. Even the youth himself wished to slap his own face—why had he provoked fate with loose words?

He considered apologizing but couldn’t swallow his pride. Silent and desperate, he fled.

The gap between pursuer and prey narrowed rapidly.

The blood palace excelled in endurance battles, sustaining itself through combat. Yet its sluggish speed paled against the Earth’s Magnetic Force Warship’s swiftness.

The hundred-mile lead shrank to forty within moments. At thirty miles, magnetic tentacles would seize them—dooming the blood palace like its skeletal counterpart.

Cornered, the red-clothed youth pleaded, "Fang Lie! Show mercy for future encounters! Call off the chase!"

"Future? Let’s conclude matters today!" Fang Lie mocked. "You wanted me to ‘wait and see’? Behold!"

"I’ve seen enough! Please stop!" The youth near tears. Losing a blood palace would earn him the Thousand Cuts!

Unlike the esteemed True Young Master, he was merely an Inner Elite Disciple—replaceable. Junior Brothers salivated for his downfall.

Unmoved, Fang Lie pressed on. "You attacked me boldly. Now face the consequences!"

Desperate, the youth shifted tactics. "The Lost Forest opens in half an hour! Even if you catch us, you can’t destroy the blood palace in time! Will you sacrifice your sect’s mission for pride?"

Fang Lie wavered. His primary duty was gathering Flower Demons for the sect—this feud was peripheral.

Yet yielding rankled. He growled, "For my sect’s sake, I’ll spare you. But pay reparations for your insolence! Refuse, and I’ll hunt you to eternity after visiting the Lost Forest!"

"This is extortion!" the youth fumed, but knowing Fang Lie’s resolve, he relented. "Name your price!"

"Ten Hundred-Year blood lotus seeds! Now!"

"Ten? That’s robbery! Three’s my limit!"

"Bullshit! Gather them from your Inner Elite Disciples! One more word, and you all die!"