Chapter 4914 — Pleading for Mercy
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Nor was that all—the heavy layers of mist in every direction likewise began to disperse. All at once the view before him opened up; he could clearly see a hundred or more feet away, and with it his spiritual sense could perceive again.
Wei Zhao was overjoyed, like a drowning man who had finally seen the light of day and could truly draw a breath at last. That stifling feeling of being wrapped layer upon layer in mist was truly unbearable; a little longer and his chest would have burst.
"Senior, if you had such formidable means, why didn't you use them sooner? Making me wear myself out grinding away at that dried thunder dragon corpse—aren't you just toying with me for fun?" Wei Zhao could not help complaining with a bitter smile.
"Toying with you? Where would I find the leisure for that..." the ghostly thing scoffed.
"Isn't it so, though? I fought that thing tooth and nail for ages and got not a whit of results, and then you, Senior, subdue it with a single casual roar. Why not strike sooner?" Wei Zhao curled his lip.
"A single casual roar?" The ghostly thing was amused at that. "Heh heh—boy, you truly don't know the value of what you're seeing. Eight Directions Spirit Binding is a heaven-reaching spiritual-sense art—you think it's really as simple as a casual roar? I'll tell you: casting that move costs a great deal of vital essence. I've been brewing it since the moment we came in. After all, this is a wraith's primordial spirit gathered from the death-ghosts of countless lightning-attribute spirit beasts—did you really think it would be so easy to deal with?"
"Uh..." Wei Zhao was slightly taken aback. Only now did he notice that the ghostly thing seemed somewhat weakened; it looked as though it truly had damaged its vital essence. A move that could subdue a wraith's primordial spirit in one stroke came, as expected, at a tremendous price.
As the two spoke, the eerie purple mist had been drawn over completely. Yet it was no longer a ball of fog as before; it now showed some semblance of a spirit beast—only one moment it was a dragon, the next an eagle, then a tiger, then a leopard, shifting back and forth, elusive and impossible to grasp.
"You... all... must die..." The wraith's primordial spirit's harsh, ugly voice imprinted itself upon Wei Zhao's mind once more.
"Heh heh, is that so? Well then, I'd like to see how you mean to kill us." The ghostly thing gave a cold laugh, and at once, as if an invisible giant hand had clenched tight in empty air, the wraith's primordial spirit let out a heart-rending, piercing wail, and its purple radiance dimmed considerably.
"Please... spare..." The wraith's primordial spirit could not endure it at once and, like a wild beast that had just learned to form human words, began with great difficulty to plead for mercy.
"Heh, this thing knows when it's beaten." Wei Zhao could not help laughing. He had assumed that since the other was condensed from the death-wraiths of countless lightning-attribute spirit beasts, it must be a thing of boundless ferocity and frenzy, utterly beyond reason—never had he expected it to beg for mercy so quickly once subdued.
"Quite normal. Because this thing fused too many wraiths, its strength became unthinkably great, but at the same time, since the various wraiths' lingering thoughts conflict with one another, its intelligence is severely affected. It's already remarkable that it can manage human speech at all; it's in no position to scheme." The ghostly thing explained.
"I see. No wonder this thing moved so slowly when it first dealt with me—such a long gap between one bolt of lightning and the next. Had it been a little quicker, I might never have recovered in time and would have been struck dead by its lightning long ago," Wei Zhao nodded.