World-saving Plan: The Only Savior

Chapter 1767 - 50: Plague Relics (6)

The entire body of that black-armored monster erupted with lethal poison mist, which instantly spread in all directions, turning this area into a dark green hue, even the ground became a viscous liquid.

Zhang Xiaoman shook his head and enhanced his divine sense to the maximum.

Now, this area was completely invisible to the naked eye, his line of sight was limited to less than a meter in front of him. Even with Zhang Xiaoman’s current constitution, he couldn’t see in such an environment.

Currently, he could only rely on his divine sense to perceive the surroundings, but the poison mist here also had the effect of blocking and concealing divine sense. After the black-armored monster ejected a large amount of poison mist from its body, Zhang Xiaoman had already lost the ability to sense the surrounding environment.

Fortunately, the poison itself could not harm him, which removed the most fatal threat, equivalent to clipping the vast majority of the monster’s wings.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

At the same time, dozens of sharp beams flashed past, over ten blades shot from all directions, hitting Zhang Xiaoman’s body in an instant.

Luckily, the Star Shining Armor helped him withstand those attacks.

The armor was crafted by Ore using Divine Casting Rock, extremely strong in defensive power. With it, he wouldn’t be harmed even if he directly plunged into a constant star’s interior.

"There are other monsters!"

Zhang Xiaoman’s expression changed slightly, dodging away from his original position, which was struck by dozens more blades the next moment.

"No, I must find a way to disperse this mist, otherwise there’s no way to clearly see their positions."

He kept moving swiftly, making it impossible for the opponents to lock onto him.

This was the main arena of the Plague Army; the monsters’ abilities were greatly enhanced within the poison mist. And ordinary wind couldn’t blow away the mist; only a sufficiently strong Dark Spiritual Power Storm could drive them away.

"A sufficiently strong Dark Spiritual Power Storm?"

Zhang Xiaoman pondered on how to respond, rapidly calculating in his mind how to quickly disperse the mist here.

"If I directly use a skill to create a Dark Spiritual Power Storm, the consumption will be enormous, and it might not even be enough to disperse them; the poison mist here has already formed a sort of barrier-like existence, I must find another way..."

"Dark Spiritual Power Storm... maybe I can try using that method..."

As he evaded the incessant attacks from all directions, he flicked dozens of slender silver needles from his sleeve. Upon closer inspection, these were not needles but exquisitely crafted tiny silver swords, only looking like needles due to their small size.

"Tracking Technique!"

Zhang Xiaoman drew a spell with his fingers, and the dozens of small swords spun rapidly, then twelve of them suddenly changed direction, flying into the poison mist.

"Clang, clang—!"

A series of metallic clashes sounded, and Zhang Xiaoman lost contact with the twelve small swords in an instant. It seemed that these small swords had been severed by those monsters.

This was not unexpected, and was within his predictions.

The small swords served to let Zhang Xiaoman use the Sword Array Skill. While their material was better than ordinary weapons, they couldn’t be considered Divine Weapons, so it wasn’t surprising they were easily severed by those monsters.

The reason Zhang Xiaoman expended effort using these flying swords amidst the monsters’ onslaught was to trigger his Lord of Light passive, which ensured the targets couldn’t escape his tracking.

Now, his tracking flying swords were severed, meaning the monsters would be exposed through other means.

"Boom!"

The next second, a ground-shaking tremor erupted, a vast spiritual tide swept upwards from the ground. Even Zhang Xiaoman felt a tinge of fear at the terrifying energy.

This was the power of the universe itself, beyond what he could resist now. But fortunately, this Spiritual Power Tide did not unleash indiscriminate energy attacks but quickly dissipated after forming a strong Dark Spiritual Power Storm.

The Dark Spiritual Power Storm Zhang Xiaoman wanted, came!

All the mist in front of him was scattered by this Dark Spiritual Power Storm; mere poison mist was simply no match for the natural force of the universe and it easily exposed the scene originally hidden.

In front of Zhang Xiaoman was an endless swamp, all the land here became like this under the erosion of the poison mist. Zhang Xiaoman had previously noticed this but didn’t expect the swamp to be so vast.

But what shocked him the most was not far ahead, within this swamp, stood a colossal palace towering hundreds of meters, entirely composed of gray bricks rich in pure energy. He knew very well the materials used to construct a palace that could withstand the erosion of this poison mist for countless years must be extraordinary.

Additionally, at the foot of this palace, all around Zhang Xiaoman, stood twelve Plague Demons resembling ancient Great Generals, ten meters tall, clad in black armor, wielding long spears.

Zhang Xiaoman realized these were the Demons who ambushed him earlier. They were all quietly standing on the spot, encircling Zhang Xiaoman, seemingly puzzled by the sudden Dark Spiritual Power Storm, not knowing what had happened, and the dispersal of the poison mist considerably reduced their combat power.