Chapter 4914 — Pleading for Mercy
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At this thought, a sudden inspiration struck Wei Zhao: he was not entirely without means against this kind of primordial spirit. After all, when he had first encountered the ghostly thing face to face, it had not begun with friendly conversation—it had been a case of fighting first, friendship after.
With a wraith's primordial spirit that could not even speak clearly, Wei Zhao had no patience for idle words. Without hesitation he summoned his elixir fire—the thing most effective against primordial spirits!
The elixir fire vanished instantly into the eerie purple mist, yet the scene Wei Zhao had envisioned—the other's primordial spirit annihilated utterly—did not come to pass. At first glance, the thing seemed not to react at all...
"How can that be?" Wei Zhao frowned at once. That couldn't be right—could it be that elixir fire had no effect on primordial spirits?
But in the very next instant Wei Zhao knew he had been wrong. That eerily purple mist, which had seemed tolerably calm, suddenly turned utterly frenzied and violent. The dried thunder dragon corpse under its control raised both claws and its bony tail and smashed them down upon its own head, and in an instant that huge, hideous skull was beaten to pieces by itself!
Wei Zhao, unable to keep his footing, plunged from midair after it, his heart still cold with fright. Thank goodness the jade pendant had given timely warning and he had dodged—otherwise he would surely have been pulverized just like the thunder dragon corpse's head.
Judging by this display, the elixir fire was not without effect on it—otherwise the thing would never have gone so wildly berserk all at once, even going so far as to make the thunder dragon corpse mutilate itself!
"Of course it has an effect. It's just that your elixir fire, boy, is too low in grade to wipe it out directly. Pain, though—that it can certainly deliver," the ghostly thing, silent for so long, suddenly spoke up.
"Then what do I do now? Keep burning it with elixir fire?" Wei Zhao asked, snatching the question in between dodging the thunder dragon corpse as it came crashing down.
By now, after that bout of self-mutilation, the thunder dragon corpse had lost even its head. The eerie purple mist had torn itself completely free from it and was gradually about to disperse into the air.
This was not its annihilation—it was a return to the wraith's primordial spirit's original state. That vast resentment shrouding the entire City of Thunder Burials—that was its true body.
"Burn it if you feel like it—won't do much good, though. Just makes it hurt a bit. If you mean to burn it to death with that little elixir fire of yours, who knows how many years that'd take," the ghostly thing said, curling its lip.
"Then what am I supposed to do?" Wei Zhao said, frowning helplessly. He watched as the purple mist slowly melted away into the vast resentment around them, utterly at a loss, able to do nothing but stare.
"Watch the show, that's what. You've had your fun long enough, boy—time I got a bit of exercise." The ghostly thing gave a chuckle, and before Wei Zhao could react came its sudden, thunderous roar: "Eight Directions Spirit Binding—get out here!"
An incomparably mighty pressure in that instant crushed down upon all four quarters. Wei Zhao could distinctly feel the resentment around them scattered several degrees thinner, while that eerie purple mist in the distance trembled without cease—as if some invisible, immense force of suction were dragging it bodily over!
Under that mighty pull, the eerie purple mist had not the slightest power to resist. And what astonished Wei Zhao even more was that as the purple mist was seized and drawn near, the vast resentment spread all around them swiftly weakened, and in a short while vanished without a trace.