Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 2281 - 1609: Grass Cocoons

Then they saw that Sun pouring down from midair like a waterfall, surging out in all directions like a river.

The blades of grass that had originally been only an inch or two high, stimulated by some unknown force, actually went mad and shot up in an instant!

In just the blink of an eye, they had grown to a terrifying height of a full ten feet!

As for the original shrubs and trees, they were even more exaggerated, shooting straight up to nearly a hundred feet tall.

And this was only the beginning—the growth of all the vegetation had not yet ended!

At this moment, the spell in Li Zhirui’s hand changed, and these plants, which had generally grown to tens of feet high, seemed to come alive.

They rapidly climbed onto the nearby Cultivators, wrapping them up one by one, leaving them lying on the ground like cocoons.

No matter how the Cultivators trapped inside struggled, they ultimately could not break this cocoon shell woven from grass and wood!

The only ones who escaped disaster were the small number of High-level Cultivators who had stayed far from the battle formation.

The battlefield that had been raging moments before instantly became incomparably quiet. If not for the faintly visible flesh and White Bone on the ground, no one would have thought this was a battlefield where a fierce slaughter had just been raging.

"What did you do?!"

This scene made the other Profound Immortals completely lose their composure. Afraid their own Disciples would suffer because of this, they could no longer care about attacking Li Zhirui. They hurriedly flew to one of the grass cocoons, intending to tear it open.

With a ripping sound, the cocoon seemed to be easily torn apart.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief and let the Disciple inside come out, the next instant, a flash of Spirit Light flickered over the cocoon’s surface, and it closed up again!

This scene made that Profound Immortal’s expression stiffen. The closing speed was too fast, and the Disciple imprisoned inside was tightly bound by the grass and wood, unable to break free in a short time.

"Many thanks for the many generous gifts you’ve given me before. This is just a tiny, insignificant return—I hope you all enjoy it." The words themselves sounded pleasant, but Li Zhirui’s tone was bone-chillingly cold.

"You deserve death!"

When the few Profound Immortals heard this, they were instantly enraged and wanted to attack him, but their strikes hit nothing.

Everything Li Zhirui had done was to resolve his own predicament. After he imprisoned all the low-level Cultivators, bringing the great battle to an abrupt halt, those Cultivators attacking him no longer had the mind to pay attention to him.

Faced with this excellent chance to extricate himself that he had been yearning for, how could he possibly miss it?

So after he spoke those words, he had already prepared to flee at high speed.

By the time there was a gap in the attacks of those Heavenly Immortal Cultivators and Profound Immortals, he had already left!

"I hope you all enjoy the grand gift I’ve prepared for you!"

As his words fell, another emerald-green Sun appeared, then directly smashed into the ground.

With a boom, a terrifying green torrent rapidly surged out in all directions. Not only did it further strengthen those cocoons, it also made the vitality in this region incomparably dense!

"Hahahahaha..."

Leaving behind a peal of hearty laughter, Li Zhirui departed with flair.

"Bastard!"

A Profound Immortal watched his figure gradually disappear and wished he could charge up and fight him then and there. But faced with the countless cocoons before him, all struggling violently, and with the Disciples inside constantly crying for help, he could only stop in his tracks and, together with the other High-level Cultivators, think of ways to resolve this trouble.

"Damn it! Just what method did that man use for it to be so hard to deal with?!"

No matter what they tried, at most they could only force the cocoons open for a short time. After a little longer, they would close up again!

In the end, they actually had no way to completely deal with these cocoons one by one.

Helpless, the High-level Cultivators of both sides, who were originally supposed to be fighting a great battle, began to gather together to discuss how to resolve this enormous problem.

"Everyone, now is not the time to be stingy with your own treasures. If this drags on, no one knows what fate awaits the Disciples trapped inside." A certain Profound Immortal spoke somewhat anxiously.

The great battle no longer needed to be considered at all.

Because the most urgent matter now was to rescue the Disciples.

"We all know that, but there just isn’t a good solution!"

It wasn’t just him—who among the other High-level Cultivators wasn’t anxious at this moment?

You had to know, these Disciples accounted for sixty percent of the forces of their respective factions.

If they died in the midst of the great battle, at least it could be said they died a worthy death. But if they were to be trapped and die inside these cocoons, that would be far too pointless.

"The reason these cocoons can recover so quickly is entirely because the vitality here is so dense. If we move the cocoons out of this area..."

A certain Heavenly Immortal Cultivator suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said excitedly, "Or if we cut off the cocoons’ contact with this vitality, or find a way to completely drain the vitality here, won’t the matter become simple?"

Before this, they had only thought of attacking the cocoons themselves, but had overlooked the omnipresent dense vitality.

Yet that was the truly crucial point!

One word to awaken the dreamer!

Once those words were spoken, all the Cultivators instantly reacted, hastily changing their line of thought and considering how to deal with this dense vitality.

The simplest and crudest method was to use Death Energy, blood-reeking Evil Qi, Killing Aura and other evil energy to counter and wear down the vitality.

But as orthodox Immortal Cultivators, they simply could not produce a large amount of evil energy in a short time, so they had to look for another way.

After some experimentation, they finally found another solution.

They let a few Cultivators with a Wood Spirit Root act, gathering up this vitality. Whether they temporarily stored it or simply tossed it far away didn’t matter, as long as they could resolve the immediate problem.

It was just a pity that among these few people, not one specialized in Wood-attribute Cultivation Techniques, so at the beginning they were rather clumsy in their attempts.

There was nothing to be done. In the eyes of the world, the power of Wood-attribute Spell and Divine Power was generally weaker than other Spell and Divine Power.

Under the influence of this ingrained impression, unless their Wood Spirit Root had a tremendous advantage, almost no one would choose to cultivate Wood-attribute Cultivation Techniques.

If not for this, they would not have needed so much time.

But this incident greatly changed their negative impression of Wood-attribute Skill.

After about an hour, all the vitality was completely dealt with.

Without the replenishment of vitality, those cocoons were not worth mentioning at all. The Cultivators inside didn’t even need help from those outside—they could easily break free of their restraints and come out on their own.

"Sigh!"

A certain Heavenly Immortal let out a quiet sigh. If they had not been so arrogant, if they had not, despite knowing the other party was merely a passing Mysterious Immortal, repeatedly attacked him and even shown every intention of putting him to death, the other side would not have gone so far in retaliating against them.

And now, a carefully prepared great battle that should have dispelled a vast amount of karmic entanglements for their factions had ended in such a half-hearted, anticlimactic fashion.