A plain stretched out, desolate and solitary.
But the dozen or so oddly shaped puppets were very eye-catching.
Controlling these puppets was a small squad composed of seven Foundation Establishnt Stage cultivators, both at the early and middle stages.
They occupied positions in all directions, surrounding a cultivator cloaked in a black robe from every angle.
"Friend, to actually ambush a disciple of Luo Yun Sect, you’ve really got so guts!"
The speaker’s face was extrely young.
Though young, his mid-stage Foundation Establishnt cultivation level was genuinely solid.
Not to ntion, when he was at the Qi Refinent Stage, his impressive combat achievents had beco renowned throughout the Yu Ding Realm.
Han Zheng!
At the Qi Refinent Stage, he was ranked first on the Yu Ding Realm’s Sky Pride List.
After entering Foundation Establishnt, he defeated a Yu Ding Sword Cultivator at the middle stage with only an early stage cultivation base.
Not only did he have the status of a Nascent Soul True Master’s grandson, his fighting thods were also truly solid.
However, the team of cultivators he led was still extrely cautious around the black-robed cultivator.
There was no other reason!
The opponent turned out to be at Foundation Establishnt Stage Finalization!
Even more, judging by a few of his lightning-like moves, there were signs of approaching the Golden Core Period.
This suggested that the opponent could very well be a False Core Realm powerhouse who had failed their Core Formation!
Such an existence could almost swagger through the ranks of those at the Foundation Establishnt Stage, and anyone who encountered them would have to retreat three paces.
They initially thought the opponent was at the Late Stage Foundation Establishnt, but upon intercepting him, they realized sothing was wrong.
Now, they were in a precarious situation with no easy way out!
The man chuckled sinisterly and casually tossed sothing.
"You deliberately tracked for the sake of your fellow disciple’s body, didn’t you? Here, take it!"
A corpse fell right in front of the cautiously vigilant Han Zheng.
When Han Zheng saw the corpse, dried up like dead wood, his face involuntarily changed.
Not a trace of blood energy, what did this an?
He took a slight step back, but tried to probe, "Blood Demon?"
The Blood Demon chuckled with a hee-hee and swept his sinister gaze over the seven people and the puppets they controlled.
"Disciples of an Ascendant Sect, your blood essence must be far superior to those weak rogue cultivators, right?"
Before he had even finished speaking, his hands started to form incantations quickly.
Simultaneously, Han Zheng also shouted loudly.
"Strike together!"
Under his command, the seven Luo Yun Sect cultivators imdiately directed the puppets to attack.
...
But only monts later, the battlefield beca a complete ss.
Of the dozen puppets, only four remained engaged in battle.
As for the number of Luo Yun Sect cultivators, only two were left.
Han Zheng stood on a Wooden Kite, with a large-mouthed puppet beside him, and farther away he manipulated an extrely fast puppet, entangling the Blood Demon in close combat.
His appearance was disheveled, but his heart was filled with indescribable grief and anger.
He had still underestimated a False Core Stage cultivator.
Even without having ford a core, such an enemy was not sothing several cultivators at the early and middle stages of Foundation Establishnt could withstand.
With only a few moves, the opponent slaughtered most of their numbers like killing chickens and dogs, leaving only one junior brother dodging left and right.
"Xu Ji, hang on!"
"I’ve already inford Elder Linghu, and he will be here to rescue us soon."
Xu Ji was already drenched in blood, and manipulating a mid-stage Foundation Establishnt human-shaped puppet had left him exhausted, with his mind feeling heavy and dizzy.
Upon hearing these words, he shook his head violently.
"Senior brother, I will cover the rear, you go first!"
As he spoke, he swallowed a blood-red elixir.
No sooner had he done so than his breath surged dramatically, his strength climbing three orders as if forcibly.
Han Zheng recognized that pill; it was a first-order Top Grade Blood Igniting Pill from the hands of Pill Refinent Grandmaster Dan Chenzi.
It was obtained by Elder Tian Xingzi in exchange for a favor.
As his disciple, it was natural for Xu Ji to have a Blood Igniting Pill.
Now that the other side had taken it, he was probably looking to stake everything on one desperate attempt!
And moreover, to cover his retreat.
Han Zheng’s heart was deeply moved, "Junior brother, you..."
However, at the next mont, sothing astonishing happened.
Instead of advancing, the greatly empowered man retreated, shooting backward like an arrow released from the bow for dozens of feet.
This scene indeed caught Han Zheng off guard.
Did he just beco the one who should cover the rear?
As a grandson of a Nascent Soul True Master, how could the other dare to do so?
"To be distracted in battle, are you overly confident in your divine soul, or are you arrogantly underestimating ?!"
A faint voice drifted into his ears.
Han Zheng suddenly widened his eyes in shock. The Blood Demon had actually broken free from his puppet, which was comparable to a Late Stage Foundation Establishnt cultivator in close combat.
Boom!
A streak of peach-colored light flashed past, and Han Zheng was thrown several feet backwards, landing on the ground with his life or death unknown.
The Blood Demon looked down at his body for a mont and then ford a sword gesture.
The Flying Sword flashed fiercely.
In an instant, it traversed ten miles and aid right for Xu Ji’s head.
At that mont, a giant sword like a shooting star flew in, followed by a streak of light from the sword.
The giant sword, taking the brunt of the impact, passed straight through Xu Ji’s chest as he fled.
Only now did the Blood Demon catch a glimpse of the attacking figure.
He frowned as he maneuvered his Flying Sword to et the attack head-on.
Dang!
With just one strike, the ostensibly powerful giant sword was helplessly knocked down to the ground.
"A Flying Sword that hasn’t even been refined, and you dare to wield it aggressively?"
He sneered and thrust his sword towards the light.
"With such little cultivation, to play the opportunist, don’t you know how to spell death!"
As he confidently spoke, the seemingly ordinary white figure suddenly spread feathered wings and exploded forward like thunder.
"It’s you!"
The mont he saw the feathered wings, the Blood Demon imdiately realized the identity of the attacker.
But while his mind reacted quickly, his body was half a beat too slow.
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