In the clearing, familiar figures were either sitting or standing, prominently included were Zhu Wushi, Xiao Feng, Xie Xiaofeng, Nie Renwang, among others, but noticeably absent were Ding Peng, Chamu Long, and Azhu.
"Ah! As a thief, I’ve beco one who steals chickens, dogs, and rabbits. This one rabbit isn’t enough to divide among everyone."
The man flipped agilely to the ground, rubbed his face casually, and his face transford into one as thin as a monkey’s. It was Sikong Zhaixing, sighing yet wearing an oddly smug expression. He lifted the rabbit, still kicking, by its ears, chuckled, and shook his head at the crowd.
"Not good, not good! Very bad indeed! The God-searching Palace’s spies are now scattered throughout the nearby city. I just encountered one that almost trapped . I think even if we continue to hide here, we’ll be discovered sooner or later."
"It’s already dusk, and we don’t have ti to hide anymore."
Zhu Wushi stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant sunset behind the mountain peaks with a slight smile.
The sun was setting, and the afterglow was fading into the twilight of the vast wilderness.
If Jiang Dali didn’t arrive before sunset, the tenth day would also pass, leaving Lu Xiaofeng in danger.
But as long as that persistent streak of colorful clouds remained over the mountain peak, there was still ti to wait, still hope.
Upon hearing this, everyone also looked at the distant sunset. Apart from Sikong Zhaixing who began to cook rabbit for dinner with a bittersweet attitude, everyone was waiting.
The setting sun at heaven’s edge was changing every minute and every second, from golden-red to pink, then to rose-red and maroon.
When Sikong Zhaixing anxiously used saltpetre several tis before igniting the bonfire, a deep dragon’s roar accompanied a long black shadow and firelight appeared in the distance, leaving only a faint maroon color in the dim sky. Everyone’s faces relaxed, their spirits lifted, and they stood up.
"Looks like this last supper won’t happen!"
Sikong Zhaixing watched the bonfire extinguish, now smoking, helplessly got up, spread his hands, and looked dejectedly at the massive dragon shadow far away. He sighed with hands on his hips, "Hope there are so valuable treasures in God-searching Palace, so I can die among the treasures without regret."
Just as he finished speaking, his forehead received a smack.
Nie Renwang angrily said, "Stop speaking unlucky words! You’re not going to die yet. You don’t have enough strength to compete; your task in God-searching Palace is to look for an opportunity to rescue Lu Xiaofeng."
Sikong Zhaixing rubbed his smacked head, smiling broadly, "Alright, alright! I’m best at saving people and escaping!"
"Roar!—"
A beast’s howl approached with a fierce wind, pressing the pine forest like countless green flags waving, rustling fiercely. Each needle-like pine leaf fell with the nacing aura emitted by the Demon Dragon and Fire Qilin, scorching high temperatures and blazing flas quickly illuminated the mountain forest.
Everyone raised their heads in the wind, their clothes flapping loudly, all looking at Jiang Dali on the dragon’s back, then revealing smiles and laughing heartily.
"Brother Jiang!"
"Benefactor!"
"Brother Xiao!"
"Old Master Xie!"
"It’s good everyone is fine! What about Brother Ding and Chamu Long..."
Xiao Feng, face solemn, raised a hand to explain to Jiang Dali, "Benefactor. Brother Ding and Brother Cha Mu were severely injured in the last battle with the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable’s Dharma Body Puppet. I arranged for them and Azhu to recuperate in a safe retreat, but Brother Cha Mu handed the Dragon Balls to help on his behalf!"
Speaking, Xiao Feng spread his sleeves, revealing the Eight Dragon Balls radiating a dazzling energy fluctuation.
"Eight Dragon Balls?"
Jiang Dali looked surprised.
Xiao Feng laughed, "When I settled Brother Cha Mu, his son Chamu Xue happened to co, and the child had the eighth Dragon Ball in his hand, so he gave it to . However, Benefactor, I’ve never tried using all eight Dragon Balls at once, afraid my strength might fall short. Perhaps you should keep these eight Dragon Balls..."
"Ah!"
Jiang Dali raised a hand to stop him, saying, "Dragon Balls can only be fully controlled by those with great courage and willpower. I can control them too, but they’re not much use to . Brother Xiao, now you have the strength of the Heavenly Human 7th Realm; with your willpower, I believe you can handle these eight Dragon Balls!"
Xiao Feng took a deep breath, his face serious, nodded firmly, "Since Benefactor trusts , in this critical mont, I Xiao Feng will not shirk responsibility!"
"Good! That’s exactly what I expect from my good brother!"
Jiang Dali laughed heartily, his tiger eyes gleaming brilliantly as he scanned around, not seeing the figure of Demon Lord Bai Suzhen yet feeling no regret or disappointnt. His tiger eyes flashed, focused on Sikong Zhaixing, and decisively said, "Ti is tight, Sikong Zhaixing! Lead the way!"
"Alright!"
Sikong Zhaixing threw the rabbit skewered on a stick, embedding it in a tree trunk opposite him, and leaped, employing his movent technique to dart swiftly.
Roar!—
The Demon Dragon’s body shook, diving into the forest, tearing open gulfs in the forest sea, closely following Sikong Zhaixing.
Everyone promptly employed their superior movent technique, rushing after.
At this mont, no need for hiding, no need for retreating!
Only a battle remains!
Rumble—
Rumble—
Where the Demon Dragon passed, wind surged violently, yellowing pine needles were picked up and fluttered, drifting along with the wind.
Fire Qilin, like a mighty fireball, hung beneath the Demon Dragon, emitting scorching heat, twisting the air, igniting many of the airborne pine needles into sparks.
"It’s right there!"
Sikong Zhaixing vaulted through the forest, suddenly pointing toward a dense and sinister woodland hundreds of yards away, where ancient trees towered, darker than night and nacingly frightening, a place rarely inhabited.
Jiang Dali stomped the Demon Dragon’s back, shouting, "Fire Qilin! Prepare to clear the path!"
"Roar!"
The Demon Dragon lunged viciously, suddenly performing a Divine Dragon Tail in mid-air.
"Whoosh!—"
The chain binding Fire Qilin was instantly pulled straight, within the massive iron gate, Fire Qilin glared with lantern-sized majestic eyes. With a roar, it leapt out of the iron gate like a giant fireball, fiercely diving into the sinister dark forest below, instantly illuminating the ominous surroundings brilliantly, warding off evil.
Boom!!!—
Blazing flas suddenly engulfed vast sections of the dense forest, consuming them, burning. Accompanied by the Fire Qilin’s four hooves pounding to clear the path, it tore open a long gulch, leading deep within the dark environnt.
Fire Qilin stood as the sun in the dark, emitting toxic flas, its glow like countless heavy shovels, tearing, burning, forcibly pushing away every obstacle around.
Whoosh—
The Demon Dragon rode the montum, carrying everyone into the forest below.
"This is too arrogant!"
Sikong Zhaixing followed shouting behind, quickly catching up, laughing, "But I like it, I like it! I’m a thief, always sneaking, but this ti I’m with a big bandit, openly charging in to steal!"
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(Extra update at dawn!)
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