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Chapter 2033 - 2031: The Elder with a Severed Arm Emerges from Seclusion!

Chapter 2033: Chapter 2031: The Elder with a Severed Arm Emerges from Seclusion!

Right at this moment, a pseudo eighth-tier fighter spoke with mockery:

"Originally, there was still a chance, but, alas, you had to court death, stepping right into the center of the formation."

"I really wonder what it is that supports your audacity without restraint."

While speaking, he turned his gaze towards Wu Ya.

"Greenflame God? When I first came here, I heard about you."

"Now it seems, you are merely a brash fool with a simple mind."

With that said, he waved his hand, activating the formation beneath Wang Mang and his companions’ feet.

Instantaneously, a chilling aura immediately enveloped them.

Faint lights flickered around Wang Mang.

At this moment, Wang Mang did not use the Devouring Dao Rhyme to envelop himself.

He stood there, stark and rigid, in the center of the formation.

As time passed, the previously subtle energy of the formation was now dazzlingly bright.

Simply one glance was enough to scorch one’s pupils.

Wang Mang, who stood right in the center, could no longer see the outside scenery clearly.

The two pseudo eighth-tiers had also vanished from his field of view.

Wang Mang, enveloped by this force, was now without a single unscathed spot on his body.

Despite his strong recovery powers, the formation’s killing speed was not slow either.

If the two pseudo eighth-tiers outside were to see this scene, they would surely be shocked to their core.

To think that someone could withstand the force of a formation with their body!

This was a formation specially set up to trap and kill other pseudo eighth-tiers!

After half an incense stick of time passed, the two pseudo eighth-tiers outside chatted idly:

"This time it’s a massive haul."

"Not only a pseudo eighth-tier, but also a spirit pet of the same level!"

Hearing this, another one standing beside him replied with regret:

"Ah, a spirit pet of pseudo eighth-tier level is a rare find anywhere."

"Such a pity... such a pity..."

As the two chatted, the door to the room behind them was also pushed open.

An elder with a severed arm walked out.

Sensing the noise behind them, both turned around.

Seeing the elder’s face shadowed by gloom, their hearts skipped a beat.

"Fellow Daoist Yi, your injury..."

Facing their gaze, the freckled elder snorted coldly, staring emotionlessly at the stump that used to be his arm.

"This hand is useless now, that damned dog’s power was somewhat strange; by the time I ground it down, I had missed the time to reattach the severed arm."

After finishing speaking, he harshly exhaled a foul breath.

His gaze then moved past the two in front of him, focusing on the operating formation behind them.

"What is this?"

Seeing the elder’s puzzled face, the two pseudo eighth-tiers looked at each other and smiled, saying together:

"Fellow Daoist Yi, do you want the dog?"

"Ha ha, the very dog you encountered before is within this formation."

Eyes gleaming, the freckled elder grunted with interest.

"That beast brought people right to our doorstep?"

Hearing this, one pseudo eighth-tier chuckled in reply:

"That’s right, and they’ve even brought Greenflame God with them."

On hearing the words "Greenflame God," the elder’s pupils suddenly constricted.

With some disbelief, he said, "Is this true??"

The other pseudo eighth-tier smiled and said, "Of course, it’s true."

Upon hearing this, the freckled elder’s entire body trembled.

"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!"

And thus, he exclaimed three times in approval.

He then directly bypassed the two and looked towards the center of the formation.

Following behind him, the two pseudo eighth-tier characters found his excitement quite amusing.

They stepped forward and came to the elderly man’s side.

"Fellow Daoist Yi, the formation is still active; what can you see in it?"

"Yes, indeed."

Hearing their words, the freckled elder also calmed his excited heart.

He then slowly began to speak:

"I have lost my composure."

"However, with only two pseudo eighth-tier origins, how shall we divide them?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the two pseudo eighth-tier characters beside him exchanged a look.

The next moment, one of them spoke with a chuckle:

"Speaking of which, they were indeed delivered directly into our hands."

"Since no real effort was expended, how about we let Fellow Daoist Yi, who could use some recovery, take the larger share?"

Hearing this, a flash of delight swept through the elder’s eyes, but he still maintained a stern face and said:

"While that is true, it was you who activated the formation, and I have been in closed-door cultivation the entire time. Would that be appropriate?"

No sooner had these words fallen than a hint of something unusual appeared in the eyes of the two pseudo eighth-tier characters.

However, their faces remained jovially as they said:

"What are you saying? When we first arrived in the Chaos Realm, it was your guidance we depended upon."

"Yes, now that our senior is injured, we naturally wouldn’t be stingy with something like this."

After receiving confirmation from the two, the freckled elder’s expression softened.

Then, with a smile on his face, he spoke:

"Excellent! I indeed did not misjudge people back in the day."

"Little Mo, you once mentioned the Chaos Pact to me, and it occurred to me recently that during my travels in other parts of the Chaos Realm, I seemed to have collected a few."

Hearing this, the pseudo eighth-tier character to his right became visibly excited.

"Elder..."

Before he could finish, the freckled elder waved his hand to interrupt:

"No need for more words, I will look for them after this matter is settled."

The pseudo eighth-tier character suppressed the excitement in his heart and respectfully said:

"Then I thank Elder Yi in advance."

Now, even the way he addressed him changed from Daoist to Elder.

At this moment, the pseudo eighth-tier character to the left seemed eager to say something too.

The elder, who noticed his eagerness, spoke with a calm and composed demeanor:

"You too, need not be anxious."

Hearing this, what he initially intended to say turned into gratitude: "Thanks, Elder."

The freckled elder gazed at the active formation, his eyes filled with covetousness.

The Origin of the Greenflame God!

That was the renowned power of a mighty figure who had made a name for himself upon his entry into the Chaos Realm.

Once he absorbed that Origin, his power was sure to rise to another level.

With such anticipation, he remained fixated on the formation.

...

At this moment, at the very center of the formation,

Wang Mang held up his hand, observing the rate at which his injuries recovered.

An injury would appear for an instant and instantly heal, only for the wound to reappear the next moment.

This cycle repeated, and to Wang Mang, it seemed as though the wound on his arm never truly went away.

After observing for a while and finding it boring, Wang Mang pursed his lips and said:

"Enough, it cannot kill me anyway."

"With that being the case, there’s no need for this formation to exist."

Having said that, Wang Mang silently invoked in his mind: Chaos Hungry Ghost!

As his words ended, the Devouring Dao Rhyme that enveloped Wu Ya and Doggie suddenly burst outwards with a terrifying pulling force.