There weren't as many cultivators in this battle as there had been the first time. As a result, the battle didn't spread out too far, only a few hundred kilometers.
On a prairie tens of thousands of kilometers away from the battlefield, it was still shrouded in fog. There was a stone that gave off a ghostly glow and Wang Lin's figure suddenly appeared.
The sky was dim and shrouded in fog. The rain from a few days ago hadn't stopped, but it was a lot lighter. It fused with the fog and made the sky damp.
Wang Lin picked up the Space Stone and put it into his storage space. Then he looked into the distance and there was a flash of coldness in his eyes.
"After entering, the Space Stone will land on the spot, which is very dangerous. Unless it's a last resort, it's best not to use it."
Wang Lin's body flickered and ripples echoed under his feet. He disappeared in an instant.
When he reappeared, he was less than 500 kilometers away from the battlefield where millions of people were fighting. He could faintly feel the ripples of spells and the faint aura of death from the battle ahead.
As long as it was a large scale battle, there would be countless deaths on both sides. Wang Lin was tired of this kind of battle and didn't want to participate too much. He didn't have a sense of belonging here, nor did he have the passion to shout "I'm a cultivator, I don't mind fighting!"
All he wanted was to complete the three conditions Old Ancestor Green Bull had given him and return the three gifts the Great Soul Sect had given him!
This was Wang Lin's personality. He valued kindness!
"Right now, I can't continue fighting Void Tribulant cultivators … But if there are Void Tribulant cultivators that are seriously injured, perhaps I can take advantage of them …" Wang Lin's eyes lit up and he turned into smoke. He moved closer and closer to the battlefield.
As he got closer, the fluctuations of spells became even stronger and the aura of death became even stronger. He could vaguely hear the sounds of fighting and the collisions of spells and treasures.
"This battlefield is a way to capture an origin soul and seal it in my body to cultivate the Rapid Spell Art!"
Wang Lin got closer and closer to the battlefield. Not long after, he charged into the battlefield that was hundreds of kilometers wide. Thunderous roars echoed in his ears, waves of spells echoed, and colorful lights filled the area.
Both sides originally had 6,000 to 7,000 cultivators, but now there were less than 4,000 left. Their eyes were red as they engaged in a tragic battle.
Wang Lin moved around the cultivators fighting. He saw the deaths of the Green Devil Continent and the Heavenly Bull Continent, but he didn't act.
He didn't want to participate in this battle. In his view, whether it was the Heavenly Bull Continent or the Green Devil Continent, they were all the same.
In a flash, Wang Lin quickly flew into the depths of the battlefield. Shortly after, Wang Lin suddenly stopped and looked to the right. There were two cultivators fighting inside the fog. One of them was on the losing side and had been in danger many times. The old man from the Green Devil Continent was very powerful, at the mid stage of Arcane Void. His attacks were extremely ruthless.
"It's him!"
Wang Lin looked at the retreating cultivator. He had some impression of this person. It was the white-haired old man that appeared on the Extreme Sky Prairie.
The old man was in a sorry state. His face was pale and blood was flowing out from the corner of his mouth. However, his expression was still determined and hadn't changed at all.
After taking a few looks, Wang Lin's eyes lit up and he charged forward.
The cultivator chasing the white-haired old man had a ferocious expression as he let out a roar and waved his hand. The two giant phantoms appeared around him and he chased after the white-haired old man.
"You have fought the Old Man for so long, now die for the Old Man!!"
The cultivator suddenly raised his hands and pointed forward. The two phantoms on either side of him roared and shot forward. They were about to catch up to the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man let out a sigh. He had somewhat become indifferent to life and death. On the battlefield, he had seen many fellow cultivators die miserable deaths, and now it was his turn.
A hint of sadness appeared in his heart, but more than that, he felt relief. However, it was impossible for him to just wait for death. There was a flash of coldness in his eyes and he prepared to self-destruct!
This was the last thing he could do for his hometown before he died as a cultivator of the Heavenly Bull Continent!
"The Old Man was born on the Heavenly Bull Continent, and his cultivation was created by the heavens and earth of the Heavenly Bull Continent. Now I'll return it to the Heavenly Bull Continent and have no more worries!"
The white-haired old man's gaze was calm. As he spoke, he turned around and stopped fleeing. Just as he was about to self-destruct, his pupils suddenly shrank. He saw a figure suddenly appear between him and the cultivator chasing after him.
It was a figure with white hair and white clothes!
Wang Lin silently appeared. He raised his right hand and casually waved. The world rumbled and large amounts of fog churned. The two devil shadows trembled and suddenly collapsed.
The collapse of the phantoms caused the expression of the Green Devil Continent cultivator to change greatly. It wasn't that his spell couldn't be broken, but for Wang Lin to break it so easily meant there was only one explanation!
The weakest of the other party was still a Mysterious Tribulant cultivator!!
This thought flashed through his mind and the Green Devil Continent cultivator's scalp went numb. He retreated without hesitation and was about to escape.
Wang Lin let out a cold snort and took a step forward. He appeared before the Green Devil Continent cultivator and his palm smashed down like Mount Tai. The cultivator couldn't dodge at all and his palm landed on the top of the cultivator's head.
With a bang, the cultivator's body collapsed into a bloody mess. His origin soul was surrounded by this force and pulled out from his collapsed body. Wang Lin quickly formed a seal and pressed it against his chest.
The origin soul disappeared, but a vortex appeared inside Wang Lin's body. This vortex was the embryonic form of a Spell Vein he had opened in his body according to the Rapid Spell Art.
All of this happened very quickly and ended in the blink of an eye. The white-haired old man stared dumbfoundedly as Wang Lin disappeared. After a long time, he let out a long breath.
"He is the elder of the Great Soul Sect!"
The old man had seen Wang Lin in the underground palace, so he immediately recognized him. However, as he looked at Wang Lin's back, his long, white hair, white clothes, and the cold aura he gave off, the old man felt a sense of familiarity. It was as if he had vaguely seen Wang Lin before.
Wang Lin moved through the fog toward where the Void Tribulant cultivators were fighting. Along the way, whenever he saw an Arcane Void cultivator, he would immediately kill them and seal their origin soul inside their body to consolidate the first Spell Vein.
Wang Lin vaguely understood the principle behind the Rapid Spell Art. By sealing a certain amount of origin souls, it would turn into a vortex. As a result, once the vortex rotated, it would move extremely fast!
The more cultivators were sealed and the higher their cultivation levels were, the faster the vortex would rotate. Similarly, when Wang Lin needed it, the speed at which he could cast spells would increase accordingly.
However, it wasn't without limits. As Wang Lin moved forward, he closed in on the Void Tribulant cultivators. He had already sealed nine people. After these nine, he couldn't seal any more and couldn't form a second Spell Vein.
This was explained in the Rapid Spell Art. After experiencing it himself, Wang Lin had a profound understanding. In order to form a second Spell Vein, he needed an origin soul with a higher cultivation level.
Unless he could start sealing at the Nirvana Void stage like Xu Decai, the power would be greatly reduced. Right now, the vortex Wang Lin had formed with an Arcane Void cultivator was more powerful than Xu Decai's four vortexes.
This showed just how powerful it was.
"Arcane Tribulant cultivators should be able to form a second Spell Vein in my body, but there are very few Arcane Tribulant cultivators on this battlefield …" Wang Lin narrowed his eyes and looked at the churning fog in the distance. There were all the Void Tribulant cultivators on both sides.
After looking for a while, Wang Lin frowned.
"It will be difficult for them to be seriously injured in a short period of time. I don't know what kind of pill those Green Devil Continent cultivators used to faintly resist the fog and increase their combat power … As a result, I'll go find the Arcane Tribulant cultivators first."
Wang Lin pondered and quietly retreated. Just as he was about to leave, his expression suddenly changed. Without hesitation, Wang Lin charged forward at full speed.
The instant he charged out less than 30 feet, a ray of green light closed in on him and landed where he was just now. The ground trembled and a loud rumble rose into the sky and spread in all directions. Even the fog seemed to show signs of collapsing under the attack of the green light.
This blow created a shockwave that pushed Wang Lin far away. If Wang Lin hadn't noticed it in time, that blow would have seriously injured him!
Wang Lin didn't turn around, but he felt his hair stand on end. He clearly felt a divine sense lock on to him, so he quickly moved forward.
Ripples appeared under his feet and he was about to merge with the world.
"Break!"
However, just at this moment, a cold voice echoed in his ears. The world seemed to be sealed, and he couldn't merge with the world!
"Mid stage Void Tribulant old monster!"
Wang Lin immediately determined the cultivation of the person that had locked onto him. He clenched his teeth and no longer merged with the world. He waved his sleeve and the mosquito beast appeared to carry him away.
Behind Wang Lin, the old man named Zhang, who had battled Lu Wenran and the Void Tribulant cultivators from the Heavenly Bull Continent, stared at where Wang Lin had escaped to. Killing intent appeared in his eyes and he quickly chased after Wang Lin, disregarding the battle!
"Old Man, Zhang Daozong has been waiting for you for several days. You finally came out, you little fox. You killed Liu Zhiyuan, so you have to appease the sect master's anger!"
Wang Lin didn't say a word. He borrowed the speed of the mosquito beast and instantly flew more than 100,000 feet. However, Zhang Daozong was even faster and instantly covered less than 1,000 feet!
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