971: Chapter 971: What Are They Really Guarding?
971: Chapter 971: What Are They Really Guarding?
Kash Lam eagerly asked, “Shall we follow and see?”
Lainey Dragon frowned, “They’re heading towards the Valley of Death.”
Terry turned to look at Carson Flores, “Carson, what do you say, do we follow or not?”
Carson hesitated for a mont, then decisively said, “No, we don’t follow.”
Kash Lam muttered, “Such a rare opportunity, once missed it’s gone.”
Carson explained with a bitter smile, “Over a dozen masters of the Great Perfection of Hollow Void, if they can’t catch up, then us following them won’t do any good either and venturing into the Valley of Death could lead to unpredictable dangers.”
“If they do catch up, they would surely have to fight again, but from the pace just now, even though their combined strength is formidable, they couldn’t stop Finlay Murphy.”
“We are rely spectators; let’s not lose our lives over a show.”
Lainey Dragon agreed, “Supporting that, let’s wait.
Whether or not they catch Finlay Murphy this ti, it seems likely that they would attack the Valley of Death in full force soon.
It’s safer to move with the main troops.”
Kash Lam turned reluctantly, “Alright, then let’s go back and drink tea, continue waiting.”
Thus, they waited a whole day.
“They’re back!”
Carson and the others quickly took to the air, looking towards the Valley of Death.
Indeed, they saw about ten figures rapidly approaching them.
Carson took a closer look, his expression imdiately darkened.
“Sothing’s wrong.”
Kash Lam blinked, “What’s the matter, I can’t even see the people clearly yet?”
Carson solemnly said, “There are fewer of them.”
The faces of everyone changed dramatically, as they all understood what this ant.
Soon, the figures were close.
The expressions on everyone’s faces grew even more serious.
Nine people!
When they left, there were more than a dozen, but now only a few had returned, several covered in blood, one of them even missing an arm, appearing quite miserable.
The whole Cultivator’s Camp was like boiling water, imdiately bursting into noise.
“Go!”
So people in the camp quickly went to assist, supporting the injured.
“What happened, where are the others?”
An elder spoke gravely, “Finlay Murphy is very fast.
We chased him relentlessly, he led us through twists and turns, and unwittingly, we ventured into the core area where we encountered a middle-aged man bare-chested…”
The elder’s pupils showed a frightened expression, “He was wielding a Black War Blade, attacking us.
We joined forces against him but were still no match, and he managed to split us apart, killing two.
When we realized we couldn’t resist, we began to flee, and he continued to chase and killed two more.”
“If he hadn’t suddenly stopped chasing us, many more of us might have died by now.”
The onlookers were all shocked.
The dozen or so great experts who went after him weren’t all at the Great Perfection of Hollow Void, but a dozen Hollow Void cultivators together could not stop one man with one blade?
Hollow Void masters were slaughtered like chickens, four of them easily killed?
Chased around like a herd of panicked dogs?
“What about your magical treasures, couldn’t they block him?”
The elder said with lingering fear, “Our magical treasures couldn’t withstand his Black War Blade.
With one slash, regardless of the magical treasure, it was cleanly split into pieces.”
The crowd gasped in shock again, the power of their magical treasures was imnse.
Yet, it was split by one strike?
What kind of blade was that, so powerful?
Or rather, to what extent must one’s strength reach to achieve such crushing superiority?
Above Hollow Void is the Tribulation Crossing, isn’t it limited to only three months?
Can cultivators not stay in the state of Tribulation Crossing for long periods?
“Could they be Immortals?”
No one knew the answer.
Upon hearing this, Carson’s mood grew heavy.
The Valley of Death was indeed a Forbidden Land; more than a dozen masters entered, nearly all were almost killed.
And yet, there was only one opposing person!
The bare-chested man wielding the Black War Blade…
The last ti he had seen a woman in white, which ant, there might be more than one Guardian in the Valley of Death!
What exactly were they guarding?
Finlay Murphy frequented this area often but wasn’t slain by them, was it because he was fast or because he was inherently connected to them in a profound way?
Perhaps Finlay Murphy was supposed to be like the woman in white or the man with the black blade, a Guardian of Death Valley Forbidden Land?
Carson’s eyes lit up suddenly, sensing the possibility.
Whether it was the woman in white or the bare-chested man, they had clearly been in the Valley of Death for not just a short ti; maybe they, like Finlay Murphy, also dated back thousands of years?
Carson asked, “Does anyone know that man?”
Carson’s sudden interjection made everyone pause for a mont, then they all shook their heads.
“Don’t know him.”
“First ti seeing him.”
Carson shook his head, explaining, “I know you haven’t seen him before, but soone as powerful as him can’t just be a nobody.
My point is he might also be a well-known powerful figure from thousands of years ago, like Finlay Murphy…”
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