33 Judging The Wicked

A strange silence formed with the sudden appearance of the blue individual. But the Forest Will Tribe people weren't just shocked by the peculiarity of his features, they were suspicious about his motives.

Yes, he seemed to be there to save them from the snake-shaped devil but, not even a couple of minutes ago, they thought exactly the same about the devious serpent!

Indeed, for dozens of minutes, the serpent had fought against the leader of their enemies and they were led to believe that he was on their side, on the side of the Forest Will Tribe. They even helped in his fight, attacking the opponent that he was epically fighting against, and finally beating the enemy with his strange shiny magic.

However, in the end, the cruel snake turned out to be an evil vermin! The heartless devil even ignored Star Leaf's prayers when she literally offered her body to him in exchange for their safety and even tried to attack one of their own hero hunters.

With this memory still vivid in their mind, how could they simply trust the next strange being that suddenly seemed to come to their help? Even so, they understood that if they had no chance against the black Great Devil, they had even lesser chance of fighting against a being that easily submitted him.

So they stood there, stunned by the incredible number of strange miraculous things that were happening to them in this travel toward the Yellow Lake Region.

Darkscale, on the other hand, was in silence for a completely different reason: he was scared!

He could feel terrible pressure coming from the flying blue body. He didn't even need to use his perception to sense it: it was literally weighing him down, wrapping around him like a straitjacket.

He didn't have any doubt about it: that pressure was definitely coming from an incredible cultivation base. The more shocking thing was that the blue-clad creature didn't even need to concentrate or do anything and the reptile already felt his own energy almost collapsing under the insane pressure.

"Evil King! I know you are here! I heard your roars! I need to talk to you!" suddenly said the blue-clothed figure. He was looking around the battleground, almost as he was expecting to see someone hidden between the broken wagons and the bleeding bodies.

The reptile was stunned by the blue man words: Evil King? Was he talking about the same entity that he dreamed of?

Not finding what he was searching for, the face of the blue man contracted into a displeased expression. He then sighed and moved his eyes over to Darkscale.

The serpent could feel the gaze of the man on his scales, and it burned him! He literally felt his scales being scorched by an invisible fire!

Was this the gap between a meekly quasi-cultivator with an almost formed Natural Heart and a true cultivator with a solid cultivation base? His surprise about the previous words of the blue man rapidly evaporated under the agony he was feeling.

Darkscale felt like before he learned the Pretorian's Breath: unable to defend himself in any way.

Powerless. Completely powerless.

He didn't have any illusion of fighting back: this wasn't like the human that he tricked into walking into a trap before, this was someone on a completely different level than him.

"What is this, evil sinner?" the blue-robed creature suddenly said, pointing a long blue finger towards the silver cocoon that bound Godermo at his interior.

Inside of it, the Fire Earth Chieftain was still fighting against the binding power, without any success whatsoever. He couldn't make his raging scream be heard outside, but he kept fighting, making the cocoon wiggle strangely under his strikes.

Without waiting for the answer of the snake, the blue-clothed cultivator snorted. Immediately, a terrifying impulse of energy expanded form his body, crashing into everything around the battleground. Every self-conscious living creature felt it touching their body, passing through any part of their being in a single second before disappearing.

The humans couldn't tell what it was, but Darkscale was different: he immediately recognized the principles under that pulse of mighty invisible power! It was an Energy Probe, and a very powerful one at that. Something that was hundreds time stronger and faster than the one he could generate himself, so powerful that it managed to cans everything around hundreds of meters around the blue-clad man.

"Odious! Why are you keeping this young boy in such a cruel way?!" cried the blue man, his thick black brows furrowing. He was looking directly at the cocoon formed by countless Slave Mark Technique silver chains, almost as if it wasn't there and he could see directly the man hidden inside it.

Darkscale had a very bad feeling. He wanted to turn and run, he wanted to do so now, but his body was like glued to the ground. The air around the serpent seemed to be solid rock, blocking every movement he wanted to make. Even breathing was hard, let alone running away.

'Carelia! Let me in!' he screamed internally.

One more time, the Artificial Intelligence was nowhere to be found. Darkscale panicked: he couldn't move, and the only thing that could allow him inside the Blue Cave didn't answer him.

The blue person abruptly turned and looked deeply towards the direction of the reptile, his gaze burning the surface of the snake's skin making him hiss in pain.

"Cruelty, is awarded by punishment!" decreed the monk robed man.

Darkscale felt his skin burning as if he just jumped into a working oven. The snake hissed in pain, wanting to move away but couldn't budge under the suppression caused by the powerful cultivation base of the blue monk.

"Despicable! Ghost Energy! Robbing the power of the dead to do evil on other living! Despicable!" the blue-clad man roared, the undulation that expanded from his body exploding outward with violence, creating cracks in the air around him.

Both the pain and the pressure on the reptile augmented, making him feel like he was going to become a mush of blood and flesh at any time. His violet eyes filled themselves with pain, grievance, and anger but he couldn't do much other than endure the humiliation and pain that he was inflicted.

The blue man then waved his sleeve in a large and elegant movement, creating a wave of azure water out of nothing. This took the shape of a hand, and moved across the air towards the man bound in the silver casket of energy. When the blue wave touched the silver cocoon created with Darkscale's ghoulish Ghost Energy, it completely devoured it after a couple of seconds.

Godermo immediately jumped to his feet again. He was surprised and confused but his warrior instincts made him immediately put a large distance between himself and that killing zone that entrapped him for so long.

Having been covered by the silver chain, he didn't witness the descent of the blue-skinned creature. The last thing that happened to him was the attack from the Forest Will cowardly hunters.

So when he first saw him, scanning the area around him, he froze. His mind went blank: the presence of the creature was so far from anything he ever experienced in his life that for a moment he believed he was dreaming.

"Young, poor, defenseless child being bullied in such a disgusting way" said the blue-skinned creature, with a voice full of piety, while looking at the large and muscular Fire Earth Chieftain and referring to him as a young poor child.

Godermo's face fell. Young, poor, defenseless child? He suddenly stopped to care as much about the physical aspect of that creature. He was more interested in the stupidity that he was saying. Was he calling him weak? Rage started to boil in his body: first, he was beaten by a trickster snake and now he was mocked by a strange blue man?

Thankfully, before the chieftain could do anything, he noticed that his new archenemy, Darkscale, was looking with frightened eyes towards the blue individual. Was he afraid?

Finally noticing, Godermo was also shocked that the snake was completely healthy, even if just an hour before he had a mortal injury on the lower part of his body.

While the Fire Earth chieftain tried to understand what was happening, the blue monk was pointing his interest on another creature bullied by Darkscale: Winter Leaf.

He looked at her, then seemed incredibly disgusted for a moment. Seething with rage he moved his gaze back on Darkscale and immediately the pressure around the creature multiplied exponentially.

The reptile has never been tortured this much in his life. His violet eyes were full of tears and regret. Not for the things he did, but for listening to Carelia in the first place and not killing all those stupid humans when he got the chance!

"Despicable! You sealed this poor young woman into a slave contract?" thundered the horned man, righteous light shining in his eyes.

"Speak child, did he also use you as..." the old rough voice of the creature paused for a moment, almost as if it was trying to gather the courage to ask the question, "…Cultivation Cauldron?" he finally asked. The last phrase was said with a trembling voice, almost as the creature couldn't bear to prefer such abhorrent words.