Chapter 325: Chapter 324: Wu Emperor Makes a Move
"Really? Right now, you’re utterly defenseless, yet you still think you can turn the tables on ? What a delusional brat. But rest assured, I won’t kill you outright. I will make you wish you were dead!" Mo Dianwu raved, completely oblivious to the change in Ye Fan.
"If you have the guts, co at us!" the North Witch Leader bellowed.
"Don’t worry, your turn is coming soon. I’ll let you all taste this living hell. You will all face my retribution," Mo Dianwu said disdainfully.
At that mont, Ye Fan had finally finished gathering his power. He could now enter a state of Demonization, after which he would undoubtedly kill Mo Dianwu and avenge himself, the Witch Clan, and Mo Azhu!
The mbers of the Witch Clan also prepared to give it their all. Even if it didn’t end in mutual destruction, they intended to obliterate their enemies.
But just then, a great shout echoed through the battlefield. "Mo Dianwu, it has been many years! How dare you invade my Witch Clan. This ti, I will ensure you do not leave alive!"
This is bad! Mo Dianwu was shocked. He knew that voice all too well; he knew who had returned.
Upon hearing this voice, several of the Witch Clan’s great leaders flushed with excitent. The speaker was their master, the Wu Emperor. The White Witch Leader and Black Witch Leader, however, were terrified.
Sure enough, the words had barely faded when a figure descended from the sky. Though stooped with age and weathered by ti, his aura was terrifyingly powerful. It was the Wu Emperor.
"It’s you!" Mo Dianwu cried out in shock.
"That’s right, Mo Dianwu," the Wu Emperor rebuked. "You have plagued my Witch Clan for many years. Did you think I was unaware? Since you’ve co, you might as well stay."
Instantly, the mbers of every Witch Clan tribe rose to their feet. Their Clan Leader, the Wu Emperor, had returned. His power was terrifying and boundless, and all their confidence ca flooding back.
Mo Dianwu’s expression turned ugly. From the Wu Emperor’s deanor, he isn’t injured or on his last breath at all. His combat power is still at its peak. The mory of being grievously wounded by the Wu Emperor a century ago left a bitter taste in his mouth.
The Wu Emperor first glared at the White and Black Witch Leaders. "You two traitors!" he roared. "Aiding the Mo Sect in their attempt to annihilate the Witch Clan! What punishnt do you deserve for such a cri?" He detested traitors above all else.
"Wu Emperor, you can’t bla us for this!" the White Witch Leader cried. "You can only bla the Witch Clan’s decline! We had to rebel to ensure our survival!"
"Sect Leader Mo, save us!" the Black Witch Leader pleaded, casting a desperate glance at Mo Dianwu.
But Mo Dianwu made no move. The Wu Emperor imdiately attacked, a deceptively gentle stream of witchcraft flowing from his hand toward the two traitors. They tried to resist, but in the next mont, they began to scream.
"AH! My eyes!"
"Master, have rcy!"
They begged for their lives in agony, but the Wu Emperor’s expression remained placid and unmoved. He was, after all, executing two unforgivable traitors. As two wisps of black smoke dissipated, so too did their lives.
The Wu Emperor then turned to Mo Dianwu. "Mo Dianwu, this will be our final battle. All grievances between us will be settled today!"
"Do you think I’m afraid of you?" Mo Dianwu said coldly. To be honest, he was indeed afraid of the Wu Emperor. Otherwise, he would have attacked long before now.
However, before making his move, the Wu Emperor handed two Spiritual dicines to Ye Fan and Black Fog. "Young man, thank you for doing so much for our Witch Clan. Take these. They will temporarily suppress the poison in your bodies!"
Ye Fan imdiately swallowed one Spiritual dicine and gave the other to Black Fog. They were still healing, and it would take at least two or three days to completely purge the poison.
Mo Dianwu shouted, "I’d like to see if your strength is truly as terrifying as it was back then!"
"You won’t be disappointed!" the Wu Emperor replied, lunging at Mo Dianwu without another wasted word.
Mo Dianwu was stunned. "Mo Sect Demon Statue!" he roared, unleashing his signature technique in an attempt to block the attack.
But the Wu Emperor rely shouted, "Heavenly Witch Technique!"
This was the ultimate clash between the arts of poison and witchcraft, a confrontation between two of the most terrifying powers. When the forces collided, Mo Dianwu’s expression changed drastically. He never imagined the Wu Emperor’s power had grown even more dreadful than it was a century ago.
"AH!" he scread as he was sent flying backward, slamming harshly into the rocks.
PUH! Instantly, he spat out a mouthful of black blood. As it splattered on the grass, the vegetation withered and turned yellow.
He shouted indignantly, "To think that even after a hundred years, I am still no match for you!"
"Mo Dianwu, our two sects are the most mystical in the Divine Land. Must we truly fight to the death?" the Wu Emperor demanded. "Will you not be satisfied until both our sects have perished?"
"That’s right!" Mo Dianwu retorted coldly. "Only one of our sects can exist. This has been the law since ancient tis. Wu Emperor, our duel isn’t over yet!"
"Oh? Is that so? Then feel free to try again," the Wu Emperor said dismissively.
But Mo Dianwu said, "There’s no need. You can protect the Witch Clan for a ti, but can you protect them forever? We’re leaving!"
"You think you can just leave?" the Wu Emperor barked.
"I co and go as I please," Mo Dianwu shot back. "Not even you can stop !"
He imdiately used his poison arts to cover the Mo Sect’s retreat. The Wu Emperor, however, made his move. He employed the Heavenly Witch Technique, and as it descended, it enveloped the very sky above. When that dreaded witchcraft rained down, the Mo Sect Martial Artists shrieked in agony. They were not Mo Dianwu; they were incapable of withstanding the Wu Emperor’s power.
Mo Dianwu unleashed the Mo Sect Poison Palm, using all his strength to block the attack. When the two forces vanished and the dust settled, there was no longer any sign of Mo Dianwu.
"After them!" the Dong Witch Queen commanded.
"Wait!" the Wu Emperor stopped them.
"Wu Emperor, why aren’t we pursuing them?" the leaders asked, confused.
Just then, the Wu Emperor suddenly coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. The Witch Clan mbers stared in shock, never having expected their leader to be injured.
"I am gravely wounded," the Wu Emperor explained. "I was forced to fight this ti solely to intimidate Mo Dianwu. You must not act recklessly, for my life is all but spent."
"Wu Emperor!" the crowd cried out in alarm. They had never anticipated such an outco.
Ye Fan was also surprised. So that’s why the Wu Emperor disappeared from the Witch Clan tribes for nearly a century. His ti is up.
「Outside the Great Witch Mountain Range」
anwhile, the Mo Sect mbers had regrouped. Mo Dianwu could no longer suppress his injuries and spat out another mouthful of blood. "Are there any pursuers from the Witch Clan?" he asked.
"No, Sect Leader. We escaped via a pre-planned route. Even if they sent pursuers, they couldn’t possibly catch us!"
Mo Dianwu breathed a small sigh of relief and collapsed onto the ground. Looking at his subordinates, he saw that only a few dozen had managed to escape with him. He had arrived with hundreds of n, full of ambition, never imagining he would return with only a handful of battered survivors.
Truly, the Great Witch Mountain Range was not a place to be trifled with.
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