Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1134 - 549: Another Fate Prompt, an Almost Inescapable Kill Trap (Part 3)

Fragmented utterly, shattered like fragile glass.

The Void Refining Cultivators stared with eyes popped wide, struck in their consciousness by unseen sound waves. Blood trickled from their mouths, bodies quaked without restraint, and their once-stable auras collapsed in a flash.

Just an instant passed, but numerous Void Refining Cultivators on site suffered severe strikes all at once.

Minds emptied out, they couldn't form a single thought or muster any response.

"The chance has arrived."

Witnessing this sight, Jiang Fan instantly recognized the perfect opening.

He unleashed the Demon-Vibrating Bell's might, without plans to slay these Void Refining Cultivators.

A peculiar curse lurked inside these Void Refining Cultivators, preventing him from killing them.

Killing them would shift that odd curse straight to him.

Therefore, dealing with these puppets required sealing them completely, stripping away their fighting ability entirely.

The initial move involved stripping their capacity to move for the time being.

The Demon-Vibrating Bell's power handled this task superbly.

One single blow rendered this bunch of Void Refining Cultivators mindless and unresponsive.

Indeed, this exposed a critical weakness in the eerie puppets: their Soul Power fell short.

It couldn't match that of real Void Refining Cultivators.

True Void Refining Cultivators wouldn't black out from the Demon-Vibrating Bell's power alone, yet these had turned into puppets, much like the walking dead.

Hence, the Demon-Vibrating Bell delivered outstanding results.

This formed a key reason for his choice of the Demon-Vibrating Bell.

Rumble~~~

The very next moment, Jiang Fan drew forth his second Magical Treasure—the Qiantian Ice Soul Bead.

A Sub-Immortal Artifact he had claimed from the Black Dragon Sea Region.

This Sub-Immortal Artifact unleashed Profound Ice Qi to freeze all things, particularly curbing demons boasting an Undying Body.

Saying nothing, he triggered the Qiantian Ice Soul Bead.

Floating high in the air, the crystal-clear Qiantian Ice Soul Bead gleamed with frost-like enigmatic patterns on its exterior. Once Magical Power surged into it, a spectral blue chill erupted from the bead, unleashing a fiercely frigid Profound Ice Qi that swallowed the surroundings in a heartbeat—even the ambient light appeared locked in icy stasis.

Caught off guard by this force, the Void Refining Cultivators lacked time to respond, abruptly pierced by bone-chilling cold invading their forms. Thick ice swiftly coated their exteriors, halting their Magical Power flow dead.

They reflexively stirred their inner Magical Power to fight back, only to find the Profound Ice Qi sticking fast like marrow-deep affliction, seeping via pores into meridians. Spiritual Power within those meridians froze solid on contact, while the chill battered their consciousness with surges of agonizing pain.

In mere breaths, this band of Void Refining Cultivators froze in place, ice crystals swiftly sheathing them from extremities to cores, faces frozen in shock and defiance. They morphed into ice sculptures of diverse forms, pale mists drifting nearby, their auras fully locked under ice.

Still, the Profound Ice Qi raged on; the spilling frost touched the soil, turning fractured ground into profound black ice, fissures packed with crystals that sprawled for hundreds of miles.

The blood-drenched plain turned wholly to a glassy frozen vista, a close stream hardened into sparkling ice pillars, its spray captured mid-splash.

Heaven and earth held only stark white and profound black, chill manifesting as swirling white vapors amid sculptures and iced terrain. A single breath threatened to frost the lungs, faint white rime even on the void—this crimson field of battle now lay as a frozen wasteland.