Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 687

Chapter 687: The Cursed Land And Spirits Chapter 687: The Cursed Land And Spirits “Boom!

Bang!”  The two slender figures flexibly dodged the strange tentacle vines that suddenly shot from the sky, slamming towards them with the destructive power.  The originally gloomy sky was even gloomier, darker, and the clouds were grey.

The soil was wet, all type of poisonous insects were crawling.  On each of the enormous trees that were as huge as the ancient pillars of the ancient palace, there was not less than two giant snakes, and reptiles that were bigger than a person’s body, and longer than the rope.  Shenlian Yingyue and Huang Bai Xing never knew how to relax.

Other than being vigilant to the giant tentacles in the sky, they had to be as fast as the cheetahs, dodge the giant mouths of the beasts that opened to swallow them.

“Boom!”  Shenlian Yingyue waved her long sword, cutting off the giant tentacle that wanted to pierce her from behind.  Huang Bai Xing mercilessly beheaded the giant beasts, despite their countless numbers.

The beasts and monsters seemed endless, perpetually popping up.

“This isn’t the illusionary array,” Huang Bai Xing said, her eyes narrowed as she gripped the exquisite white ice sword, already stained with blood.

Shenlian Yingyue rose into the air, thousands of blooming purple lotuses appearing around her, burning every evil creature that dared to approach her.

The gloomy forest lit up instantly, reflecting the purple hues onto the leaves, soil, rocks, and trees in a magnificent display.

Her beautiful face was expressionless, but the aura of mightiness and serenity emanating from her body made every creature tremble.

Despite knowing their fate would be dire, they continued to rush forward.

Every time she killed something, her face remained shrouded in an unknown expression.

She didn’t enjoy killing and disliked blood.

“It’s been two hours now,” Huang Bai Xing said, pleased to be killing.

Her bloodthirsty mood was finally satisfied here, and she could indulge in endless killing without exhaustion.

“Go!” Shenlian Yingyue waved her swords, and the entire forest resembled a burning hell.

“Roar!” The vicious creatures roared with unwillingness to retreat.

Unbeknownst to them, their food for the day was far more powerful than they expected.

These two human women were not the most powerful beings they had encountered and fought against, but they were formidable opponents.

Moreover, how could these two women have broken into the Cursed Land so easily?

They didn’t suffer from the curse; instead, those curses seemed to be afraid of them.

The purple fires of Shenlian Yingyue, the power of her shabby sword, and her momentum made even creatures who feared nothing tremble with horror.

As they sensed the dark energy and malicious threat emanating from the shabby sword, they finally realized that their perceptions could be deceived.

The other white-robe woman was so beautiful she resembled a fairy, but her smile was crueler than those who feasted on blood and bones to sustain their lives.

“Where is this?

I ask again,” Shenlian Yingyue’s expressionless face seemed impatient to them.

“Or don’t blame me for making this place vanish.” Arrogant!

Too arrogant!

How dared she speak so simply to them?

What did she take them for?

Did the core of this place truly lie within the grasp of a mere human being like her?

“I’m not playing,” Shenlian Yingyue said, showing them the green smoke in her hand.

“Believe it or not, once I crush this thing, you won’t be able to revive again.” As soon as they saw the green smoke, their eyes widened in fright.

Their attacks froze, their breath stopped for a brief moment.

“How did you get it?” someone asked with disbelief.

If that green smoke wasn’t the thing that made them invincible in this place, then what was it?

“Ahh, Ahh, don’t!” They screamed in horror as Huang Bai Xing prepared to shoot the ice flake at the green smoke.

The green smoke struggled to break free from her imprisonment but failed.

The more it struggled, the more it felt something was off.

Every being who held it would have been cursed, becoming one of the creatures in this forest.

But why were these two humans unaffected?

Shenlian Yingyue and Huang Bai Xing didn’t fight blindly.

While they battled, their sharp eyes scanned everywhere, learning their opponents’ weaknesses and movements.

They noticed that every time these creatures were killed, they disappeared strangely into the void before reappearing in another form.

For example, they killed giant eagles.

The giant eagles died, and they reappeared as alligators.

Taking advantage of their momentary distraction, Huang Bai Xing sidetracked them while Shenlian Yingyue broke through the void and pulled out the green smoke.

“Again, where is this?” Huang Bai Xing asked coldly, her voice dripping with menace.

“This is the Cursed Land,” they replied.

“What type of things are you?” Shenlian Yingyue asked, sending a blooming purple lotus fire close to the green smoke to prevent them from delaying their answer.

“We’re cursed spirits!” They swallowed their saliva and cursed her in their hearts for despicably breaking into their place and threatening them.

“Cursed spirit?” Both people narrowed their eyes.

“Here, here!” Their ferocious appearances changed.

They became smoke with different colors.

Some turned into lights.

In short, they had no appearance or body.

“Next question: is it the people from the Witchcraft clan that cursed you?” Shenlian Yingyue continued to ask, maintaining her serenity.

“Yes,” they replied.

“Originally, we were just spirits of nature here.

However, because we failed to find our true master, we were punished by heaven to become useless spirits.” “One day, a group of people in black robes broke in.

We had no power to fight back; so we lost and were cursed.

Our curse was to forever stay in this Cursed Land, protecting the Twilight Forest from invaders and killing all creatures who came here.

We can’t die; we can’t leave; and we can’t be free.” Listening to their stories seemed to evoke a sense of melancholy.

They were once spirits of nature, meant to be pure and respected.

Instead, they became creatures that everyone despised.

They were not ghosts; not monsters; not anything else.

“It’s been more than five hundred years since we became like this,” the lights of their bodies grew dimmer.