4632

Chapter 4632: 5.0384 Area of Effect Damage

"You want to ask me how I broke your damned Illusory Dream Grand Formation?" Nitian looked at the old man with amusement. She signaled the Little Stoic to set her down.

Everyone watched as a soft, round little girl, about five or six years old, pattered over to the old man. She lifted her small chin and said with a cold little face, "I am the ancestor of your formation-laying!"

Everyone: …

Master Mou Yang wore a sullen expression, gritting his teeth and sneering, "You… you little brat! Do you… do you think you've already won?"

"Why don't you look up!" Mou Yang let out a sharp cry, his eyes filled with a sinister gleam. "Today, all of you will die here!"

Qiao Mu looked up, her face unruffled, at the dense, massive horde of harpies approaching from afar. The sky was obscured by the harpies' dark wings. Only a vast, dark expanse was visible overhead, with a few black feathers occasionally shedding and drifting down.

The Little Stoic's small face was grim, and she instinctively leaned closer to her Aunt-Master. The harpies overhead numbered perhaps tens of thousands, each appearing stronger than previous harpies. And… they all glowed with a faint, eerie blue light.

Master Mou Yang sneered, "How about it, little brat? Do you think that Hall Master Mu had no backup plan?"

The old man stared at Qiao Mu, smiling triumphantly. "Instead of cooperating with a flip-flopping little girl like you, why wouldn't I continue to cooperate with Hall Master Mu? After all, I am still a member of Heaven's Will."

"The organization prohibits private duels and the killing of comrades. Little girl, I am a good person. How could I truly obey your command and go deal with Hall Master Mu?"

"Are you feeling especially disappointed and dejected?" The old man tried to discern something from the Little Stoic's calm face.

But he saw nothing!

"Indeed, a cunning old man." Qiao Mu nodded slightly at Master Mou Yang. "The Hall Master Mu you speak of is indeed exceptionally intelligent. However… it stops there."

"What do you mean?" The old man frowned, a bad premonition flashing in his heart.

Qiao Mu looked at him with a long, profound gaze, saying expressionlessly, "Instead of worrying about others, you should worry more about yourself."

"What do I have to worry about? Do you think you can escape unscathed under the encirclement of these tens of thousands of poisoned, mutated harpies?"

"Oh, look up there," the Little Stoic suddenly said, pointing upwards.

The old man's eyelids twitched. He looked up and saw that, at some unknown moment, the five or six-year-old girl had already leapt into the air. She stood alone, blocking the path of the thousands of harpies.

The old man's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but shout furiously, "Daydreaming! Who do you think you are? Trying to resist thousands of harpies by yourself? Don't blame this old man for not warning you, if these harpies' limbs and blood fall and contaminate anyone below, that person will surely be poisoned and die without a burial place!"

These were specially poisoned, mutated harpies! No one could withstand them! They were originally prepared for an attack on Yan City, but now they were deployed here first…

The old man's eyes widened, but then he saw the girl turn back and give him a cold look, a Sky-Pointing Sword appearing in her hand. A myriad of dazzling lights suddenly erupted simultaneously, sweeping directly towards the opposing harpy army.