Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road novel Chapter 851

Chapter 851: The Ancient Tree Spirit Is Furious [Battle]

"Did you just speak?" she asked cautiously, but before she could think further, she flashed away, dodging the continuous attacks aimed at her.

"Yunyun, seal off this area! Don’t let my battle ruin our home. Even if I’m in danger, you are not allowed to interfere!" she shouted at Xiao Yun, who was watching from a distance.

Xiao Yun did not hesitate. He decisively isolated this section of the Land of Paradise from the Ethereal Small World, ensuring that their home would remain unharmed.

The others gathered nervously to watch her battle from a safe distance, awe-struck. Even the army of Thunder White Wolves and Red Snakes arrived, excited to witness her fight.

Shenlian Yingyue was now facing a grave challenge.

She wasn’t fighting a human or a beast, but an ancient entity, the Ancient Tree Spirit.

Ancient entities were unimaginably powerful, far beyond human warriors. Even ancient people were formidable, but ancient entities, connected to the very fabric of nature itself, were an entirely different level of existence.

She dodged the razor-sharp wind, but suddenly, a heavy downpour drenched her. Thunder rumbled fiercely, shaking the heavens.

The rain came like an army, relentless and merciless. Cold as steel, the drops hammered her skin. She raised her arms to shield her face, but the raging wind drove the water sideways, slipping past her defenses.

"Rumble, rumble, BOOM!"

She could barely see anything as mist and heavy rain shrouded the battlefield. She was drenched from head to toe, unable to use her spiritual power to shield herself. The strange rain pierced through her barriers as if they were nothing.

Water was the essence of life, used in every form. It could nourish, destroy, or transform. It could turn solid, forming weapons, shields, and creatures.

But now, she was battling against the rain itself!

How could she fight it?

She couldn’t dodge countless raindrops. If this were a meteor shower, she could evade some attacks. But this was rain, falling endlessly from all directions.

Each drop felt like cool silk slipping through her fingers, there yet not there, like liquid glass, smooth yet untamable. The wind roared, a thousand unseen hands brushing against her skin.

Lightning flashed. Her heart pounded. The storm laughed in thunder. She pushed forward, teeth clenched, soaked to the bone.

The rain would not win. Not today.

"Rumble, rumble, BANG!"

She spat out a mouthful of blood, struck by two bolts of lightning. No matter where she escaped, she was attacked again.

Her body twitched with electricity, the power of rain and lightning combining to crush her.

Then, an idea flashed in her mind.

Summoning her black sword, she swung fiercely, defying the downpour and lightning, but the rain did not yield.

She whispered a spell, and the black sword transformed into a black umbrella.

"Ding dong, ding dong."

At each tip of the umbrella, tiny black bells glowed mysteriously, emitting a soft, shimmering chime.

As she moved, the bells sang like soft stars falling.

"Consider yourself lucky to possess one of the Nine-Pointed Artifacts of the Celestial Spirit." The deep, ethereal voice of the Ancient Tree Spirit echoed, carrying an overwhelming pressure that bore down on her soul. It had witnessed that the rain could not pierce through her mysterious black umbrella.

She was shocked.

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