Chapter 733: Chapter 232: Capturing Two Generals, Finally Securing the Carriage_2
The Commander of the Mystic Witch Army sighed helplessly and had to fully guard against Chen Lingfeng, temporarily letting Ning Zhuo’s group off the hook.
“What good luck!” Ning Zhuo’s eyes sparkled.
If they were really to engage in battle with the Mystic Witch Army, the outco would be highly uncertain.
This was one of the top three armies in the Thousand Peak Forest. Ning Zhuo’s chanical Army was just the expendable force utilizing the Heroic Return Skill, and the Three Generals Camp had been established not long ago. Although the Red Flower Camp was a well-known strong force, it had never been full in number and its overall combat power was not as strong as the Mystic Witch Army.
It wasn’t that they couldn’t fight, but that the chances of more losses than victories were high.
Even if they won, it would be a pyrrhic victory!
“I didn’t expect Chen Lingfeng would help us out.” Ning Zhuo looked towards the battlefield of the Mystic Witch Army with a sigh.
Sun Lingtong said, “If we hadn’t driven Chen Lingfeng to madness, this wouldn’t have happened. From this perspective, we helped ourselves.”
Ning Zhuo’s group continued their charge!
They quickly put so distance between themselves and the Mystic Witch Army.
Inside the chanical carriage, during the fierce battle, Lin You glanced at Ning Zhuo’s group.
The distance between them had shortened, making Lin You aware of this group of enemies. However, he remained in place, continuing to fight fiercely with the enemy in front of him.
Bang!
Xu Dali was hit by a move, his entire body falling like a teor, crossing half of the battlefield, and crashing near Ning Zhuo’s group from the main camp.
Soil and stone splashed, and dust billowed.
In the deep pit, Xu Dali panted heavily, covered in blood, struggling to get up.
But the next mont, a strong sense of dizziness made his body sway, falling to one knee on the ground.
He was gravely injured!
Monster Technique—Traceless Silhouette!
Xu Dali’s shadow suddenly expanded, and a Golden Core Cultivator leaped out from within.
This Golden Core enemy had a gaunt and pale face, disheveled long black hair, and wore a tattered black robe. He was Wu Hen, Lord Long’s right-hand man and a peer of Chen Lingfeng!
Wu Hen spat out mana, condensing it into a huge pair of scissors in his hands.
He aid at Xu Dali’s figure and cut ruthlessly.
At the brink of life and death, Xu Dali instinctively rolled forward, avoiding the fate of being beheaded.
He groaned and blood splattered on the ground.
Overwheld with pain, he looked back to see his right arm completely severed, lying on the bloody path behind him.
Xu Dali quickly mobilized his muscles, trying to stop the bleeding.
He was a Body Cultivator, with deep control over his own body.
However, the usual thod that always worked was completely ineffective at this mont.
Xu Dali retreated rapidly while applying healing techniques, all to little effect.
“Monster Technique!” His heart sank, realizing he was in big trouble. The injuries caused by Monster Technique were difficult to resolve with ordinary thods.
Under normal circumstances, he could suppress such injuries relying on his higher Nascent Soul Cultivation.
But at this mont, his state was terribly poor, his strength was nearly depleted, and over ten new injuries were added from the fierce battle in the main camp.
His combat power had fallen to the level of a Golden Core.
“Hehehe.” Wu Hen gave chase.
Monster Technique—Shadow Silk Entanglent.
Monster Technique—Mystic Silk Killing.
The shadows turned into countless thin lines, wrapping around Xu Dali’s entire body. The sharp lines tightened swiftly, embedding deeply into Xu Dali’s flesh.
“I’m dood!” Xu Dali couldn’t move, falling into despair.
The next mont, a spinning sickle flew over, precisely cutting through all the lines.
Xu Dali was saved, montarily stunned, unable to react in ti.
As a Nascent Soul Level veteran general, to be dazed on the battlefield showed his dire state.
When he snapped out of it, he saw a chanical Puppet wielding a chanical Sickle, chasing Wu Hen up and down.
Buddhist Doctor ng Yaoyin!
Then, Ning Zhuo’s group arrived ferociously, with overwhelming numbers.
“Wu Hen!” Ning Zhuo’s eyes glead.
“Damn it!” Wu Hen had once clashed with Ning Zhuo before. Seeing Ning Zhuo coming with his people, he had no intention of fighting and looked for a chance to escape.
“I want him captured alive!” Ning Zhuo shouted.
Mu Lan glanced at him, took a deep breath, and spared no effort, utilizing a large amount of military power to deploy her tactics.
Military Art—Capture Alive!
The net reappeared, enveloping Wu Hen.
Du Tiechuan used this tactic to temporarily imprison Xiang Yue. But Mu Lan’s effectiveness was lacking.
Under normal circumstances, Mu Lan’s mastery of this Military Art was sufficient to restrain most Golden Core Cultivators.
But Wu Hen was exceptional. Being on par with Chen Lingfeng, and versed in Monster Technique, he held uncommon advantages!
“Hmph, dreaming to capture alive!” As Wu Hen spoke, his entire body transford into a shadow, flowing away.
He was about to slip through the net’s sh and escape.
Buddhist Doctor ng Yaoyin suddenly switched her stance, her sickle flashing brightly.
The light struck Wu Hen, forcing him out of his shadow form, restoring his physical body.
Splurt.
He spat out fresh blood. Already injured from the knife wound, the added backlash from failed spell-casting made his injuries severe, causing him to pass out.
Mu Lan took the opportunity to tighten the net, binding him into a bundle, actually capturing Wu Hen alive.
The ease of the capture made Ning Zhuo’s group both surprised and delighted!
“Mother!” Ning Zhuo softly called in his heart, feeling that ng Yaoyin’s Spiritual Nature had suddenly erupted.
But Buddhist Doctor ng Yaoyin showed no response, as if that perfect strike just now was rely an illusion.
Ning Zhuo quickly put away Buddhist Doctor ng Yaoyin.
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