My and old Mo faced Rat Thirty-two, and for a moment, we couldn't subdue our opponent.
After all, this guy's cultivation had been crippled before.
A hundred years of cultivation, gone just like that.
But how long has it been?
In just a few months, Rat Thirty-two's cultivation had risen again.
And, most unbelievably.
The nine-section whip in his hand was incredibly powerful.
Every strike it made buzzed, carrying immense force.
Each block felt like my tiger's mouth was numb, even in pain.
At this moment, Rat Thirty-two took a step back.
He directly raised the nine-section whip in his hand and said again:
"You two brats, take this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he spat a breath of demonic energy onto the nine-section whip.
Upon sensing the green demonic energy, the nine-section whip rapidly absorbed it.
The next second, the black nine-section whip let out a "boom" and erupted, burning with flames like black mist.
But these flames didn't feel hot; they felt cold.
Upon seeing this, both old Mo and I were stunned.
What kind of black fire was this?
It felt cold.
But ever since I went to the funeral parlor last time and witnessed Bai Lao's fire manipulation.
I had gained some understanding of flames.
The more peculiar the flame, the greater the damage.
"Old Mo, be careful, don't touch that black mist fire."
As soon as I spoke, old Mo nodded in agreement:
"I know. Since physical attacks won't work, let's use talismans!"
After speaking, old Mo directly pulled out a 'Sha Breaking Talisman'.
Preparing to use talismans.
I also grunted and took out a 'Sha Breaking Talisman'.
Rat Thirty-two, who was holding the nine-section whip, had a ferocious look on his face.
He then growled:
"Witness my demonic flame!"
With that, he raised the nine-section whip and swung it towards old Mo and me.
Seeing the black mist flames, old Mo and I quickly dodged.
I even threw my talisman.
Forming a hand seal, I roared:
"By the power of the rushing wind, divine command!"
The talisman I threw flew towards Rat Thirty-two with a "swoosh."
This guy didn't dare to be negligent, performing a sideways sweep that scorched my talisman.
With a "bang," it exploded.
The black mist fire on the nine-section whip sputtered and splashed down a few drops.
They landed on the ground beside us.
Immediately after, a bizarre scene unfolded.
Where the black mist fire touched the ground, it instantly formed ice.
With a "sizzle," it froze an area of about one square meter...
"Holy crap, this fire actually freezes things!"
Old Mo exclaimed in surprise.
I also felt a chill in my heart.
What kind of "demonic fire" could instantly freeze the ground?
If it touched a person, wouldn't they turn into an ice sculpture?
But it was only a moment of surprise, because Rat Thirty-two had already pounced again.
"Kid, die!"
He roared, and with a whip strike, aimed for my head.
I quickly raised my sword to block.
"Bang!" The two forces collided, generating ripples of Qi.
However, the peach wood sword in my hand, at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Began to freeze with a "squeak, squeak," spreading towards the hilt.
Horrified, I quickly retreated.
As soon as I disengaged from the nine-section whip, the freezing peach wood sword stopped.
Only a lot of white frost appeared on the sword's body.
At the same time, old Mo attacked from behind.
First, a talisman.
Then, an axe.
Rat Thirty-two tilted his head slightly, and a long, hairless rat tail suddenly extended from behind his buttocks.
With a "crack," it whipped onto old Mo's body.
Old Mo let out a pained cry.
Before he even touched Rat Thirty-two, he was whipped to the ground.
On the other side, Huang Qi Niang and Senior Uncle's fight was even more intense.
Senior Uncle's punch had even smashed a hole in a wall.
Huang Qi Niang was no pushover either, her body emitting demonic energy.
Her sharp claws could even unleash wind blades of Qi, making her very ferocious.
We couldn't afford to worry about them now.
We could only find a way to kill the Rat Thirty-two in front of us first.
But Rat Thirty-two had the nine-section whip for defense.
Old Mo and I couldn't get close!
What should we do? What spells, what methods?
Just as I thought of this, something suddenly flashed in my mind.
The whistle, yes, the whistle.
When we buried master at the South Mountain Cemetery, Rat Mother had appeared.
She told us that Rat Thirty-two had escaped and stolen the bottomless Old Mother's nine-section whip.
And she gave us a black whistle, made of bone or some other material.
She told us to blow the whistle if we found Rat Thirty-two.
"Damn it, how could I forget this?"
I muttered to myself.
It was just in time when we arrived, and we started fighting immediately, so I didn't recall it for a moment.
But now, it wasn't too late.
I looked at the rising old Mo and shouted:
"Old Mo, the whistle!"
"Whistle? What whistle?"
Old Mo sounded confused at my voice.
It seemed he had completely forgotten about it.
"The black whistle that Rat Mother gave us..."
I continued to remind him.
Upon hearing this, old Mo suddenly remembered:
"Fuck, how could I forget this!"
Saying that, he hurried to his waist pouch to retrieve the whistle.
Rat Thirty-two had no idea what was going on.
But at this moment, he was already lunging with the nine-section whip.
I had nowhere else to retreat; behind me was Chen Yao, trembling with fear.
My true qi surged.
The Qiankun True Method was activated.
At the same time, I raised my peach wood sword and thrust it forward:
"Heaven and Earth Without Limit, Qiankun Without Law, Annihilate!"
I didn't care about gradual progression.
Or that Daoist arts should be used from low to high.
Seeing that ordinary means wouldn't work and the opponent was so fierce.
I went straight for the ultimate move, using my strongest Daoist art.
As the word "Annihilate" was shouted.
The thirteen strands of true qi within my body began to operate beyond their limits.
The spiritual energy in my dantian was instantly consumed by about twenty-five percent, converted into Dao Qi and spiritual power for release.
Instantly, a surge of potent spiritual pressure swept out.
My sword also carried a ferocious Dao Qi gale, directly cleaving towards Rat Thirty-two.
Rat Thirty-two's heart also gave a jolt, feeling a sense of dizziness.
Although his cultivation had increased considerably during this time through evil cultivation and consuming raw souls, etc.
His cultivation level was still slightly inferior to mine.
Even with the nine-section whip as a magical artifact, he himself was struggling to cope.
However, the arrow was already on the string and had to be shot.
Even though he felt the immense power of my sword, he could only brace himself and charge forward.
"Bang!"
A resounding explosion.
My and Rat Thirty-two's mist collided.
Following that, two terrifying waves of energy were repelled.
I felt a strange force hit me, and my feet couldn't stand firm. I retreated three steps before stabilizing myself.
However, Rat Thirty-two retreated four or five steps continuously.
Clearly, in this exchange, I had the upper hand.
However, I couldn't be happy.
This was my strongest move.
The third layer of the Qiankun True Method, the ultimate meaning of the "Annihilate" character.
A dual superposition of spiritual power and physical attack.
Ordinary people, under the spiritual impact of the "Annihilate" character, could directly vomit blood and suffer nervous breakdown leading to death.
But this Rat Thirty-two only retreated a few steps.
Just as my heart was pounding with unease.
Old Mo had already found the black whistle.
His face lit up with joy:
"Found it!"
Saying that, he picked up the whistle and put it in his mouth.
A very low, very sharp sound rang out, "Squeak, squeak, squeak..."
The sound was strange.
But as soon as this sound rang out.
Rat Thirty-two, who had just stabilized himself, suddenly turned his head.
Looking at old Mo with utter shock:
"Rat whistle, you actually have the rat whistle..."