For cultivators, once they enter a cultivation state, they are completely unaware of the passage of ti.
Since the last transaction with the woman, Zhou Yu began to focus on closed-door cultivation.
The only ti he would briefly co out was when he needed to carry out missions annually.
Ten years quickly passed by.
The Team 189 where Zhou Yu was part of, during this decade, beca renowned, almost becoming the most notable existence among the entire City Defense Team.
During these ten years, other teams suffered significant losses.
Especially in recent years, the losses were even greater.
Even at the captain level, losses numbered over two digits.
However, Team 189, from beginning to end, did not lose even a single mber.
Moreover, every ti Team 189 went on a mission during these ten years, they were able to achieve good results.
For a ti, Team 189 held unparalleled prestige.
However, the heavy atmosphere over all of Fengyuan City grew thicker by the day.
In the city, there was an added sense of oppression that made it hard for people to breathe.
It felt like the calm before the storm.
On this day.
In the northwest of Fengyuan City, in the Black Demon Mountain Range.
A ten-man city defense team was advancing through the mountains.
Leading this team was a skinny old man, wearing a black robe with the insignia ’176’ embroidered on the chest.
Undoubtedly, this was the City Defense Team 176.
At this mont, everyone in the team, including the captain, wore expressions full of tension.
Even several team mbers had cold sweat trickling down their foreheads.
The old man at the front had a glowing Warning Talisman floating before him.
The old man was channeling True Yuan into the Warning Talisman while constantly looking ahead.
anwhile, the others ford three groups, watching the left, right, and back positions respectively.
The entire team was engulfed in extre tension.
Amidst this tense atmosphere, Team 176 marched another hundred miles or so.
Finally, one of the team mbers couldn’t take it anymore.
He spoke up:
"Captain, we’ve been walking for so long without finding anything. It should be safe here on our side."
"How about we take a break?"
"Everyone... can’t hold on any longer!"
Hearing this team mber’s words, the others all turned their eyes to the skinny old man in unison.
The skinny old man frowned, taking a look at the Warning Talisman in front of him.
The Warning Talisman had shown no reaction all along.
Then, he glanced at his team mbers.
He noticed deep fatigue on everyone’s faces.
Seeing this, the old man sighed.
"Alright."
"Everyone, maintain formation and rest on the spot for one hour!"
Upon hearing this, everyone couldn’t hold on any longer. They sat down on the ground, gasping heavily for air.
However, no one noticed that just as they let their guard down, the Warning Talisman in front of the skinny old man suddenly flickered.
But it was just an instant, and then it returned to normal.
The old man looked warily at the Warning Talisman but did not find anything unusual.
Then, wearing a look of doubt, he also sat at the front of the group.
Everyone swallowed pills to restore their True Yuan while whispering softly.
"I heard that recently, the Phantom Clan have been very active in the Black Demon Mountain Range."
"Just received a Spirit Talisman from headquarters saying that Team 68 encountered a master from the Phantom Clan; the entire team suffered heavy losses, and only three people escaped back!"
"Isn’t that the truth!"
"We’re really unlucky to run into this mission and even be deployed to such a dangerous place."
"Yes, indeed."
The skinny old man, listening to the team mbers’ discussions, furrowed his brow and said:
"Everyone, do not panic."
"The Phantom Clan has likely realized that we’ve reinforced this area, so they may restrain themselves a bit."
"If we encounter them, everyone should just focus on defense."
"We have over ten teams here; as long as we hold out, reinforcent will co..."
As the old man was talking, the next mont, he shuddered and jumped up suddenly.
The skinny old man’s actions imdiately caught everyone’s attention.
"Captain, what’s wrong?"
Everyone looked puzzled at the skinny old man.
The skinny old man’s eyes were filled with an icy gaze as he scanned each face.
"There’s an extra person in our team!"
At this remark, everyone’s expressions suddenly changed.
In an instant, everyone looked to their sides.
And at this mont, the skinny old man suddenly locked onto soone in the crowd.
"Die!"
The skinny old man waved his hand, and a sword light imdiately slashed toward soone in the crowd.
At this mont, that person let out a shrill laugh.
The person, initially appearing human, suddenly changed completely.
Their skin turned grayish-brown, their two arms lengthened and sprouted barbs gleaming with a ghostly light.
In an instant, they stretched out their arms and grabbed the two late-stage Nascent Soul Realm n to their left and right.
The two reacted instantly, unleashing the True Yuan within them, frantically attacking the Phantom Clan man.
However, before they could act, the barbs on the Phantom Clan expert’s arms pierced their skulls.
In an instant, the two lost the ability to resist, and then their Nascent Souls were consud directly.
Then, the Phantom Clan being tossed the two corpses, blocking the flying sword shot by the skinny old man.
Seeing this, the skinny old man roared in anger, his eyes turning crimson.
He roared again, blasting another Magic Treasure towards the Phantom Clan being.
However, the Phantom Clan being completely ignored him and continued to attack the other team mbers.
"Watch out!"
The skinny old man was furious and anxious.
But he was too late to stop it.
The Phantom Clan are born with the Phantom Body, adept at disguise, and incredibly fast.
Even more terrifying, their bodies are extrely tough, and the barbs covering them have an imnsely powerful paralyzing effect when wounded, almost unstoppable below the Divinity Transformation Realm.
In just a few seconds, two more team mbers were killed by the Phantom Clan expert.
This Phantom Clan expert was extrely sly, utilizing his lightning speed to weave through the crowd. The skinny old man dared not attack with full force and could only watch helplessly as one Nascent Soul after another of his team was devoured.
Screams echoed incessantly.
"Quick, co to !" The old man desperately wielded his Magic Treasure to block the Phantom Clan being as much as possible.
Finally, after losing five mbers, the remaining team mbers gathered around the old man.
By now, the Phantom Clan being had fully revealed himself.
His face was full of sinister smiles.
"Humans are truly delicious."
The skinny old man roared in rage, charging forward, with two Magic Treasures beside him, unleashing their full might.
However, the Phantom Clan being rely sneered, standing motionless.
The skinny old man was initially stunned, then suddenly sensed sothing.
He abruptly looked back, only to see another Phantom Clan expert appear behind him.
He was now too late to avoid it.
The skinny old man instinctively wielded his Magic Treasure to shield himself.
Bang!
But the next mont, he spat blood and was knocked flying.
"Heh heh, foolish human, die!"
The previous Phantom Clan being sneered as he approached the old man, ready to kill him.
However, at this mont, a cold voice was heard.
"Looking for death!"
As the words sounded, a purple lightning bolt suddenly appeared...
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