A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

Chapter 692: First Supreme P7

Aksai’s eyes widened.

“Move!” he shouted.

The draconic Bluewind Eagle reacted at once. It beat its wings hard and tried to rise, flames exploding from its body to block the attack.

But the claw was too fast. It tore through the fire like it was mist.

The claw slammed into the eagle’s side. A sharp, sickening sound rang out.

The eagle screeched in pain when the attack landed. Its massive body was thrown aside, scales shattering and flying everywhere. Blood sprayed out, dark and thick, trailing behind it in the sky.

One of its wings bent at a wrong angle. The fire around its body flickered and almost went out.

Aksai was thrown forward by the impact, barely managing to stay mounted. He felt a violent jolt pass through their shared bond, followed by a wave of pain and fury from the beast.

The draconic Bluewind Eagle struggled to stay in the air, its breathing rough and uneven. The only reason he could stay flying at this point was because he could make use of his Spirit Spells, not solely relying on his wings that had been damaged. Flames leaked weakly from its beak, no longer controlled.

Below them, fragments of the banner drifted down like black snow. It was clear that it was a desperate, one-time use move.

Saarken staggered in place.

Blood poured from his mouth, and his face had turned pale. The 100 Yin Soul Banner shook in his hand, badly damaged and close to breaking apart completely.

But when he looked at the wounded demon beast, his eyes burned with cruel satisfaction.

“It is kinda regretful that my banner was damaged in the process,” Saarken said hoarsely. “But it was still worth it.”

Aksai gently pressed his hand against the eagle’s neck, steadying it. His face was calm, but his eyes had turned cold.

’The beast can’t fight anymore. Might as well send him away.’

Aksai sent a calm thought through the bond he shared with his demon beast.

Go back. Land on the warship. Rest and heal.

The draconic Bluewind Eagle let out a low, pained cry, unwilling at first. But it trusted its master. With a final beat of its damaged wings, it turned away from the battlefield and flew toward the nearest Alliance warship, leaving a faint trail of blood behind it.

Aksai stepped off its back.

Spirit essence surged from his Dantian and spread through his body. The space beneath his feet firmed up as if the air itself had turned solid. He hovered in the night sky, robes fluttering softly as he maintained a safe distance from Saarken.

The cold wind brushed past him.

Aksai stared at Saarken for a long moment, then smirked.

“Lord Saarken,” he said calmly, his voice carrying through the air. “Do you know that I was most wary of your 100 Yin Soul Banner when I first learned about you from the Third Supreme?

“I knew the location of Kalingoot’s base a few months ago. But the reason I decided to observe, take my time, and plan a few things ahead was because I didn’t want to underestimate you.”

Saarken’s brows twitched.

“In the right hands, that banner could have severely injured me,” Aksai continued, “or even let you win this battle in a short time. But I didn’t expect you to damage that artifact with your own hands just to get rid of my mount.”

He tilted his head slightly, as if amused.

“Even though you injured my demon beast, you actually made things easier for me from this moment on.”

Saarken’s grip on the broken banner tightened.

“I guess you were in a hurry to wrap this battle up,” Aksai said lightly, “so you could go and check on Kalingoot’s treasury. Hehehe.”

Saarken’s expression stiffened. Aksai’s smile widened just a little.

“Even though you’re trying to stay calm in front of me, you’re worried, aren’t you? Worried about the First and Second Supremes scheming against you behind your back.”

Saarken’s eyes widened.

“To be honest, I don’t blame you,” Aksai went on. “I would have done the same if I were in your place. After all, the Third Supreme did tell me about the contents of Kalingoot’s treasury.”

Saarken felt his heart sink.

“I may not care about mountains of Spirit stones or precious cultivation resources,” Aksai said, his voice turning colder, “but I would never let “that” fall into anyone else’s hands. Enemy or ally. It doesn’t matter.”

Saarken stared at him, his mouth slightly open.

He knows?

A wave of shock and anger washed over him.

Did that cowardly hypocrite Loken really betray Kalingoot? Did he tell this man everything just to create chaos and steal that?

Saarken’s breathing grew heavier.

Without realizing it, he turned his head and glanced toward the direction of Kalingoot’s base island. The distant sky flickered with fire and light, and faint tremors still echoed through the air.

His worry deepened. Aksai watched him closely, his eyes sharp and unreadable, as the seeds of doubt took root exactly where he wanted them to.

’No wonder in so many stories, the villains are shown to engage in small talk with the protagonist. Kekeke. It does have its uses.’

Aksai thought to himself and chuckled before slowly releasing his clenched fist. Something small slipped free from his palm and floated into the air between him and Saarken.

It was a cube.

The cube was no bigger than a child’s fist. Its surface looked smooth and clear, like glass mixed with faint silver lines. Strange runes moved slowly across its faces, appearing and disappearing as if they were breathing.

This was a 3rd Order artifact. A rare space-element artifact.

It was one of the precious items Frostbound Lord had given to Aksai during their last meeting. The artifact was with him for many years when he was still active in the Dadangar Subcontinent.

One could say that the cube was one of Frostbound Sect’s crucial trump cards. It could act as a deterrent against a Core Formation Lord as long as 6 or more Foundation Establishment Experts banded together and activated it.

The Frostbound Sect was only beginning to slowly notice the fact that its sect master Frostbound Lord had been gone into seclusion for too long. Even though it was common for a Core Formation Lord to enter close-door cultivation, it was not meant to be this long. Especially when the Wild Devil Lands were filled with chaos.

The Frostbound Sect elders were even eyeing this artifact ever since they learned of its existence. It was unfortunate for them that the Frostbound Lord had handed the artifact to Aksai instead of keeping it in the sect treasury.

One could say that the Frostbound Sect master had favoured Aksai more than his own sect.

Aksai’s eyes remained calm as he watched it.

The reason he had talked to Saarken for so long was simple. This artifact needed time to activate. And Aksai, being only a 1st level Core Formation Lord, could not force it to work instantly. He was still a newbie among Lord level newbies.

The cube was also a limited-use artifact. Once used for enough times, it would be gone forever. Even Frostbound Lord had not owned many items like this.

The cube drifted forward and stopped in front of Aksai. Then it released a strange Spirit pulse.

The pulse had no color and no sound, yet it spread through the air in a clear wave. The space around it rippled as if the sky itself had turned soft.

Saarken’s expression changed instantly. His eyes widened in shock. As soon as he sensed the Spirit pulse, his instincts screamed at him.

Danger.

Extreme danger.

Without thinking, Saarken tried to retreat. Spirit essence burst from his body as he prepared to flee. But it was already too late.

Before he could even take a single step, the cube shattered without breaking. Its physical form melted away like mist. In the next blink, space itself expanded.

A massive cube-shaped barrier formed in the air, sealing shut with sharp edges of distorted space. Aksai and Saarken were both trapped inside it.

Saarken slammed his Spirit essence outward and tried to break the barrier. But it was of no use. Then his body froze. A crushing pressure fell on him all at once.

It felt as if countless heavy mountains had been dropped onto his shoulders. His knees bent slightly, and his movements slowed to a crawl.

At the same time, a deep pressure wrapped around his soul. His thoughts turned dull. His senses blurred. His Spirit essence became thick and hard to control.

The artifact did not just block escape. It suppressed him. It slowed his body, weighed down his strength, and dulled his mind.

Saarken clenched his teeth, struggling to breathe evenly. Aksai floated calmly within the spatial cube, his robes swaying gently as if untouched by the pressure.

He looked at Saarken and smiled. The trap had finally closed.

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