Upon receiving this blow, the Left Protector couldn't help but let out a grunt. However, he ultimately used his own injury to buy so ti, pulling Ye Qing back a little, helping him evade the deadly attack from these mysterious n.
"Help!" the Left Protector roared, retreating several steps. But those n, like maggots on a bone, pursued relentlessly, leaving more wounds on his back.
With the Left Protector's strength, handling one man was possible, but handling two was already difficult. And now, with six n attacking together, and him having to protect Ye Qing, he truly had no power to fight back.
Cui Yulong had already caught up, his Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade flashing in attempts to block these n. However, this was ineffective, and in the end, only one man was held back, who then engaged him in a fierce struggle, preventing him from assisting the Left Protector.
On the other side, Cui Yu had already noticed the Left Protector's dire situation, and he was very worried. The Left Protector and Cui Yulong were unmatched against these mysterious n, while Ding San was chasing the Bishop. The only one who could control Ding San was the Bloody Monk, and they couldn't ask Ding San to save Ye Qing. Therefore, Ye Qing was indeed in a critical situation. If they didn't act, the Left Protector wouldn't last long, and Ye Qing would be dood!
"Change formation!" shouted Cui Yu as he was the first to turn, striding quickly towards the Left Protector.
The others were ready, and seeing Cui Yu turn around, they followed suit, surrounding the n entirely. The Netherworld Scholar was visibly reluctant, but eventually he dared not disobey. He knew how well Ye Qing was connected with the mbers of Sha n, even the Bloody Monk valued Ye Qing greatly. If he ssed things up this ti, the mbers of Sha n wouldn't let him off, so he had no choice but to exert all his efforts to form the formation.
As the Seven Kills Formation shifted over, it imdiately encircled the mysterious n. These n had no understanding of the power of the Seven Kills Formation, and though they pushed left and right, they couldn't break out, instead getting two of their mbers injured by the Killing Gate Seven Hidden, showcasing the formation's might.
Of course, with the shift of the Seven Kills Formation, the Earl over there was also imdiately freed. Cui Yu, although directing the Seven Kills Formation against those mysterious n, kept most of his attention on the Earl, on guard against a sudden attack from him.
However, the Earl had no intention of attacking them. Freed from encirclent, he imdiately ran towards the white-haired Ding San, extending his claws to grab Ding San's neck.
The Earl's claws were his most powerful weapon, managing to scratch a few wounds onto Ding San's neck, which was unexpected to the Earl. He assud Ding San's power was imnse, given how Ding San had forcibly torn off the Bishop's arm. Unexpectedly, Ding San couldn't evade his attack and got scratched, proving his strength wasn't that frightening.
Yet, he quickly realized sothing was wrong. Although Ding San's neck was wounded, it seed he felt no pain, rely turning to punch at the Earl.
Had Ding San attacked before the Earl's ambush, the Earl surely would have dodged, fearing Ding San's imnse power. But now, having injured Ding San, the Earl assud Ding San's strength insufficient, thus mustered his power to block Ding San's punch. Should he defeat Ding San, he believed it would bring him great fa, elevating his status beyond the Bishop's.
When his fist t with Ding San's, the Earl imdiately realized the disparity in power between them. Ding San's strength was like a relentless river. Upon their fists colliding, the Earl's arm bone snapped instantly, without any room for cushioning.
"Ah!" the Earl grunted. This single exchange revealed the vast difference in strength between him and Ding San. Without a word, he turned and fled toward the Bishop, grabbing the Bishop's collar and leaping away swiftly, without even the courage to glance back. He knew that if Ding San surrounded him, his fate would be sealed!
Seeing the Earl flee, Ding San pursued, seemingly unwilling to let them go. anwhile, the six mysterious n, seeing the Earl leaving with the Bishop, panicked. The Earl and the Bishop were their leaders, and with the leaders gone, staying here would be certain death.
Trapped in the Seven Kills Formation, the mysterious n had no power to resist. Now with their morale shaken, their fate was sealed. In a short while, four of the six n were killed, and the remaining two were seriously injured, no longer able to fight.
With these n dealt with, the mbers of Sha n let out a sigh of relief. The strength of these n was indeed rare. If they hadn't acted with full force and used the Seven Kills Formation to trap them, resolving this situation wouldn't have been easy.
"Who exactly are these people?" Ghost King Li Ruoyuan asked curiously, lifting a man's jacket in passing.
Seeing the man's face, Ghost King Li Ruoyuan paused in surprise, turning to ask in puzzlent, "What are these things?"
Everyone else also saw the man's face; like those Ye Qing had encountered before, his face was covered with hair, resembling a beast, truly terrifying. Everyone was full of astonishnt, never expecting what was under the mask.
"How did Ye Qing beco enemies with these people?" Black Asura looked at the n on the ground, puzzled, "Can these still be considered human?"
"If they're not humans, then what are they?" Li Ruoyuan wondered.
"These might be Southeast Asian sorcerers!" The Left Protector said solemnly, "I've heard that Southeast Asian sorcerers have special thods to train the body like an animal, possessing certain attributes and features of animals. Look at how these people attack; it's just like wild wolves—perhaps they've trained human bodies into wolves, which is why this happens!"
The group nodded slowly; most of them were sowhat familiar with Southeast Asian sorcery, so upon hearing the Left Protector's explanation, they all suddenly understood.
"So these are Southeast Asian sorcerers, then!" Li Ruoyuan said, "I've heard that Ye Qing has clashed with these Southeast Asian sorcerers before, killing many of them. No wonder these people want to kill him; it seems like they're here for revenge!"
"Is this right?" Cui Yu said, "When did the Southeast Asian sorcerers beco this powerful? I saw the two who just ran away, and their strength was terrifying—probably comparable to our top-level masters here, similar to Prince Wan Yan Bei Wuchen and those people. Wasn't it said that Master Naikun had already been slain by Southern Fist King Shen Tianjun? Are there really sorcerers of such strength left in Southeast Asia?"
The group was stumped by Cui Yu's question; they looked at each other, confusion written all over their faces.
"Who knows?" The Left Protector shrugged and said, "Southeast Asian sorcerers have been hidden for many years; if there are a few who are strongly skilled, it's not impossible."
"Yeah, who knows if Southeast Asia has hidden strengths!"
"These Southeast Asians are too mysterious; if there is a hidden master, it's not a strange thing!"
The group began discussing animatedly, each person becoming more curious about the situation in Southeast Asia.
"Let's stop discussing these useless things now!" Suddenly, Cui Yulong's voice rang out among the noisy discussion of the group, "Ye Qing is seriously injured, his ridians are entirely ruptured, and his inner strength uncontrolled, about to explode at any mont. We must find a way to save him!"
"What!? Ye Qing's ridians are entirely ruptured?"
"Then... his martial arts would also be wasted?"
"More than wasted martial arts; this person has beco a cripple!"
The group was full of shock and concern, except for the Netherworld Scholar. Upon hearing this, he was brimming with joy. His face had been ruined by Ye Qing, and he had wanted revenge on Ye Qing ever since. But after returning to the Slain Gate, he realized that killing Ye Qing was simply impossible. So, he gave up, though the resentnt lingered in his heart. Now, hearing Ye Qing had beco a cripple, he was the happiest of all. If not for the fear of enraging others, he would surely have said so harsh words!
Cui Yu also rushed over, feeling Ye Qing's pulse, and his brows furrowed instantly.
"His ridians really are entirely severed. How... how did those people accomplish this? How could they rupture soone's ridians while still not killing him?" Cui Yu wondered.
The group was equally astonished; complete ridian rupture is not a simple matter. Generally, with such wounds, a person would die first. Yet Ye Qing remained alive; it made them very curious about what thods those people used.
"Even if he's not dead, his situation is still very problematic!" Cui Yulong said solemnly, "His inner strength inside is too imnse; now his ridians are ruptured and his inner strength is uncontrolled, crashing around internally. If we don't swiftly restrain his inner strength, he will definitely die from an internal explosion!"
"But how can we restrain his inner strength?" Cui Yu frowned and said, "The strength of his inner power is sothing I've never seen before. It's estimated that even the Sect Leader might not be able to control his inner strength!"
"What!?" Everyone was shocked, inhaling sharply, and everyone's face changed.
The Bloody Monk is a figure comparable to the Five Uniques—if even he could not control Ye Qing's inner strength, just how strong is Ye Qing's inner strength?
These people didn't know that Ye Qing's inner strength was the life-long cultivated inner power of Northern Fist King Li Changqing. This inner strength is as formidable as top-level masters' power. The Bloody Monk is rely comparable to a top-level master—his inner strength, at most equal to Ye Qing's, so how could he control Ye Qing's inner strength? If he could, would it not an the Bloody Monk's strength surpasses Li Changqing's?
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