After biting for a while, he bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on his Flying Sword. The sword instantly turned deep red. It didn't shoot during the attack but exploded, transforming into a cloud of shrapnel shooting toward him.
Though harmful to himself, the hail of shrapnel succeeded in slicing away chunks of flesh that were gripping him!
Now freed, he was also covered in a mass of wounds and injuries. The pain from his damaged flesh might cause him to lose consciousness, yet he was still able to grit his teeth and shoot toward the hole in the wall.
anwhile, Yan Xiaobao was struck hard by the lion's paw, sending him tumbling backward and screaming. However, even as his screams echoed, Yan Xiaobao was shocked to look down and see that, despite his clothes being torn, his skin was utterly unhard. In fact... he didn't even feel any pain.
After a quick check, he confird... although things seed dangerous... he was at least uninjured.
The stone lion's strike sent him flying, but other than that it did almost nothing.
Despite his elation, one of the Saints closed in and punched him from behind. Though thrown forward, he felt no pain at all, causing him to tilt his head back and laugh loudly.
"I can't believe I'm really this strong! Foolish matters! What do I have to fear?!" Lively, now filled with confidence, he shot through the gap in the wall at an even faster speed. In the blink of an eye, he was in the gap.
Feng Yan had now closed halfway through the gap, not noticing Yan Xiaobao or his sudden burst of speed at all. To him, it seed Yan Xiaobao might have been killed by several puppets.
Just as Feng Yan was about to free himself, a ferocious gleam appeared in Yan Xiaobao's eyes, reaching out toward Feng Yan's shoulder, which was already outside the hole.
"Finally free!" Feng Yan laughed. But then, he suddenly felt a massive force pulling him back into the hole.
"No!" he howled. Before he could even see what was dragging him, his backpack slipped away, and he was thrown deep into the courtyard, far from the gap.
Only at this point did he see Yan Xiaobao.
"Yan Xiaobao!!" he scread, bloodshot eyes glaring. But now, he was cut off by two stone lions. Thunderous sounds followed by a tragic scream ensued.
"Brother Feng!!" Yan Xiaobao cried, leaping through the hole in the wall.
As he erged on the other side, the gap finished closing.
He was now outside, no longer within the Luochen Clan's courtyard. As for Du Lingfei, she continued running the mont she appeared, now waiting at the edge of the forest so distance away. Seeing Yan Xiaobao erge and start sobbing miserably, she was about to call out to him.
"Brother Feng! Not only did you give the backpack to help escape, you dragged away the puppets too. Oh, Brother Feng!"
After hearing Yan Xiaobao's words, Du Lingfei felt frightened. However, the gap had closed, and Yan Xiaobao just stood there angrily and indignantly, so she quickly said, "Yan Xiaobao, co on, let's go!"
No further persuasion needed, Yan Xiaobao started running, tears streaming down his face. Supporting Hou Yunfei alongside Du Lingfei, they vanished into the forest.
Glancing at his shoulder, Yan Xiaobao frowned sorrowfully and said, "Brother Feng, such a great guy..."
Du Lingfei was very upset. She never imagined the mission would be so dangerous. Then she rembered Yan Xiaobao's advice not to co to the Luochen Family, realizing that if they listened to him, Feng Yan might not have died.
Seeing Yan Xiaobao so sad that he was on the verge of breaking down, she felt worse. Finally, she sighed.
"Little Brother Bai," she said, looking at him in distress, "let's hurry. If the Luochen Clan has beco traitors, they won't want the sect to catch wind of it. I tried sending a ssage back, but the area is jamd... the jade sliding plate won't work."
Yan Xiaobao shivered, sensing danger more than ever. anwhile, beneath the Luochen Family manor lay a massive underground tomb. In one section of the tomb was a simring Blood Pond filled with countless floating skeletons.
Encircling the entire scene was a shimring Spell formation, with nurous mbers of the Luochen Clan kneeling around the pond. n and won, teenagers and elders, all knelt at the pivotal mont of the Spell formation.
Seriously, one after another, they cut open their right hands, squeezing blood into the channel leading to the central pond.
In the middle of that Blood Pond, an elderly man sat cross-legged. His hair was long and white, yet he seed threatening without any Qi. With each breath he took, the lake of blood bubbled.
Suddenly, the man's eyes opened, shining with a bloody glow.
"What happened!?" he asked, his cold voice echoing throughout the tomb.
Closest to him was a young clansman resembling the youth trying to kill Yan Xiaobao and the others in the courtyard. Leaning closer, he whispered, "Clan Leader, three disciples from the Spiritual Flow Sect arrived. It happened too fast, I wasn't prepared. I fear it may affect the major task at hand, so outside puppet entities and Spell formation and other puppets attempted to kill them. Unfortunately... I failed, Senior. I only managed to kill one. The other two escaped... taking the disciple we captured last ti with them."
The young man felt extrely frustrated. Normally, if a disciple of the Spirit Sect went missing, it would take at least half a year for the sect to formally declare the person missing. Only then would other disciples be sent to investigate. Given this, it should have been at least nine months before these disciples arrived at the Fallenstar Mountains.
However, only four months had passed, yet Spiritual Flow Sect disciples had already arrived. Not just the young man was shocked. Throughout the Luochen Clan, no one could have guessed that a re Outer Sect disciple's disappearance would cause concern. Logically, no one should have been dispatched so quickly to investigate.
Moreover, if Hou Yunfei hadn't managed to uncover the Luochen Clan's secrets, they never would have captured him. According to their initial plan, they needed half a year to fully prepare before rising up to break free from the Spirit Sect's control!
However, this ant they still needed a month....
"Two Outer Sect disciples...? Hmph! The defense magic has already been activated. Seal the area and send people to track and kill them. We only need a month... then nothing can stop us!" The old man seed utterly unconcerned about what had happened, closing his eyes to continue ditation.
The young man sighed, bowed his head.
Soon after, seven figures appeared from the Luochen Family. Leading them was the sa young man, his cultivation base at Level 8 Qi Condensation.
Among the other six, the weakest was at Level 6 Qi Condensation, with two others at Level 7.
"They couldn't have gotten far. Let's go!" The seven cultivators shot into the forest, eyes shining with a murderous intent.
In the forest, Yan Xiaobao and Du Lingfei moved as quickly as possible together, supporting Hou Yunfei. They attempted to use their gliders, but evidently the sa interference affecting the transmission jade sliding plate also rendered the Spell formation affecting vehicles.
The expressions on Yan Xiaobao and Du Lingfei's faces grew darker.
Yan Xiaobao's face was pale; the impending sense of crisis inside him couldn't be greater. Every inch of his spirit scread at him to run away as fast as possible!
If he went any slower, he'd surely die!
The sense of danger far surpassed his feelings toward Feng Yan. After all, although Feng Yan tried to kill him, he had always been cautious, trying to do so covertly.
Yan Xiaobao had always known that as long as he was careful, he could likely avoid any moves Feng Yan made against him, and possibly even counter him.
But now... as he thought about the information they held, he trembled, sweat beginning to pour down. Considering their knowledge of the Luochen Clan's betrayal, it was clear they wouldn't hesitate to kill everyone.
Without a doubt, they'd do everything possible to ensure their silence.
Moreover, they would attack openly, like lightning!
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