Within the Special Administration Bureau, they were considered so of the most formidable individuals, but today, upon seeing Yun Ran, they suddenly felt like they were just there to fill the numbers.
If it weren’t for the Little Paperman also being present, he would have exclaid: Damn, impressive!
"What are you standing around for!"
His subordinates ran off like a puff of smoke.
Outside, Yun Ran and the mobile squad were working hard, and those trapped in the Illusion hadn’t given up on themselves either.
Daoist Qingmu was currently exuding an eerie dark aura all over his body, to the uninford, he might be mistaken for so kind of evil entity.
With his last ounce of strength, he managed to protect his heart ridian, preventing the dark energy from completely engulfing him.
But at this mont, he indeed appeared miserable; pain forced Daoist Qingmu to grit his teeth and grimace.
Recollecting what Yun Ran had said earlier in his mind, that girl’s fortune-telling accuracy wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
"Who knows how long this ’glimr of hope’ she spoke of will take. If I, an old Daoist, were to die of entrapnt here, my lifeti of reputation would be utterly ruined~"
Just as his words fell, another voice could be heard, which imdiately energized his sowhat wilted deanor, and he sharply looked in the direction of the sound.
"Qingmu, it’s really you!"
Zhongli Yuanjing also had a Magic Artifact that had been refined by Heavenly Thunder; although he couldn’t wield Heavenly Thunder as freely as Yun Ran did,
the Magic Artifact significantly reduced the effects of the Illusion on him. Sensing Daoist Qingmu’s presence nearby, he hurriedly searched for him.
However, seeing Daoist Qingmu’s body emanating dark aura at this mont made Zhongli Yuanjing’s heart tighten, fearing that Daoist Qingmu would die in front of him.
When Daoist Qingmu saw Zhongli Yuanjing, he instantly smiled.
The Divination made by Yun Ran really ca true – indeed, there was a glimr of hope.
If Master Zhongli had arrived even half an hour later, he reckoned there would have been no saving him.
The fierceness in his eyes dissipated, replaced by a trace of warmth: "I didn’t expect you to be the one coming. It seems my life is indeed not fated to end here."
Seeing that Daoist Qingmu still had the leisure to jest at a ti like this, Zhongli Yuanjing instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
He quickly took out the prepared Healing dicine from his bag and stuffed it into Daoist Qingmu’s mouth while starting to purge the dark energy that had penetrated his body.
Zhongli Yuanjing expended a lot of effort, finally managing to clear a significant portion of the dark energy from Daoist Qingmu’s body.
Only when beads of sweat appeared on his forehead did he retract his hand.
With the dark aura gone, the wounds on Daoist Qingmu’s body were exposed, all of them were dried bloodstains turned black on his Taoist robe.
Even from his body emanated a faint stench, the sll of wounds that had started to fester and rot.
Zhongli Yuanjing’s face imdiately changed: "How did you get so severely injured!"
Daoist Qingmu didn’t rush to explain anything but looked towards Zhongli Yuanjing’s bag: "Got any food? Give sothing to eat first."
At this mont, Daoist Qingmu didn’t have the slightest bit of his usual otherworldly composure.
The red veins in his eyes and the ashen look on his face were all indicative of his dire state.
Zhongli Yuanjing quickly took out so high-energy nutrition liquids and food from his bag and placed them in Daoist Qingmu’s hands.
While Daoist Qingmu was eating, Zhongli Yuanjing wasn’t idle either; he started to treat the few deepest wounds on Daoist Qingmu.
Seeing that the wound was completely torn, Zhongli Yuanjing’s heart sank again.
The illusion here must be extrely dangerous to have injured Daoist Qingmu to such a degree.
Daoist Qingmu felt that he was finally coming back to life after consuming more than half of the supplies Zhongli Yuanjing had prepared.
"The power of this illusion has diminished quite a bit; it must be because Yun Ran did sothing. We need to hurry and find the others."
They were all very aware of each other’s capabilities. If he had ended up like this, the others wouldn’t be faring much better.
Especially now that their supplies were cut off and there was nothing to eat in this place. If they didn’t find soone soon, they might really end up collecting corpses.
Zhongli Yuanjing looked at Daoist Qingmu’s swaying body and asked with concern, "Can you make it?"
"I won’t die. How many people did you bring this ti?"
Zhongli Yuanjing hurriedly relayed the details of their discovery.
But when he ntioned how their group had been scattered in the blink of an eye, his tone was laden with intense caution.
"If I hadn’t detected the aura of your Magic Artifact, I probably wouldn’t have found you."
Daoist Qingmu, upon hearing this, had an epiphany. No wonder Yun Ran’s divination ntioned that a thread of vitality was related to her; it turned out that it referred to the Magic Artifacts refined by Heavenly Thunder.
"Unfortunately, in this mission, only you, , and Master Jiechen have Magic Artifacts refined by the sa batch of Heavenly Thunder. The others will have to rely on luck to find us."
They were just about to leave when they encountered another obstacle in their path.
Previously, Daoist Qingmu was near death, and the illusion attack had weakened, but now, with Zhongli Yuanjing there, the illusion’s attack instantly doubled.
Zhongli Yuanjing’s face changed abruptly as he took out his own Magic Artifact, watching the dramatically altered scene before him with full vigilance.
Looking at the ’Heavenly Fire’ that seed to appear from nowhere, and those black mist clusters filled with killing intent, Zhongli Yuanjing cursed inwardly.
"Is this what got you entangled before?"
Daoist Qingmu also looked grave: "In this illusion, a country was hit by natural and man-made disasters, and my identity in it was that of the State Preceptor.
But these attacks are not the most dangerous of all. The omnipresent wailing that can attack the Divine Soul is the real threat. Anyone with a slightly weaker Dao Heart is bound to go mad."
No sooner had Daoist Qingmu finished speaking than Zhongli Yuanjing heard the soul-attacking wails he had described.
The two could only stand back to back now, gripping their Magic Artifacts tight, ready for a counterattack.
Elsewhere, after Master Jiechen got separated from Yun Ran, even his good temper was pushed to the brink of spitting blood.
The Ghost General had actually been following him.
Fortunately, he had seen with his own eyes Yun Ran imposing a Prohibition on the Ghost General, otherwise, he feared he would’ve had to risk his life to get rid of such a ’threat’.
Seeing that his own strength was also nearly depleted, Master Jiechen couldn’t help but snatch a handful of grass from the ground.
Luckily, he was a vegetarian, and the grass was plant-based; it should be edible.
"Ptui, ptui, ptui~"
Who could have imagined that the grass would taste utterly rotten and was completely inedible?
Mo Zhi, who didn’t need to eat, drifted around for a long ti and still didn’t find the exit of the new illusion.
Now seeing that the great monk had started eating grass, for the first ti she felt being a ghost was quite good; at least she didn’t have to go hungry.
Because Yun Ran temporarily trusted her, Master Jiechen was also sowhat peacefully coexisting with a person from the Xuan Sect for the first ti, all thanks to Yun Ran.
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