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Chapter 416: Farewell
🕑 Added 2024-03-07 11:57:00 +0000 UTCImmortal Path Space : Table of Content/Chapter List
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SloppyOld Daoist's Golden Core within his body had shattered, and the essence within him had been completely depleted. The combination of various injuries within his body was causing his life force to rapidly diminish.
After losing SloppyOld Daoist, dozens of third-tier Demonic Beasts ahead began to close in on Zhou Shiqi and the others. They struggled to hold their ground but could no longer advance.
Casualties in the group continued to grow, including among Wang Hong's subordinates.
After feeding SloppyOld Daoist a Jade Marrow Pill, Wang Hong placed him on a Flying Boat. They were on the verge of breaking through the encirclement. No matter what, they had to make their escape first.
At this moment, countless Poisonous Bees flew out from his sleeves, swarming together like an endless black cloud and pressing toward the oncoming Demonic Beasts.
Previously, to maintain his spatial contract, Wang Hong had only kept a little over ten thousand Poisonous Bees. However, this time, he had bred more than a hundred thousand Poisonous Bees in advance, all of which possessed at least mid-grade tier one strength.
The Poisonous Bee king could lay hundreds of eggs every day, and with the acceleration of time in his space, he could easily use these Poisonous Bees as cannon fodder.
Concentrating more than a hundred thousand cannon fodders in a small area had a powerful effect.
Although these third-tier Demonic Beasts had strong physical bodies and tough skin, it was still possible to find their vulnerable spots when covered by a swarm of tier-one Poisonous Bees.
For example, their eyes, nose, ears, or rear end – there was always a weak point that the bees could breach.
"Luo Zhongjie, organize the formation and catch up!" Wang Hong ordered Luo Zhongjie, then rode Little Peng towards the front.
Little Peng, under the influence of alcohol, faced dozens of third-tier Demonic Beasts with no fear at all and charged into the midst of the group.
In its current state, even if a fourth-tier Demonic Beast stood before it, Little Peng would charge without hesitation.
They say alcohol emboldens timid souls, and it seemed this saying applied to birds like Little Peng too.
With bloodshot eyes, Little Peng flew into the beast pack, flapped its wings, and knocked down one of the Demonic Beasts.
Following behind, Luo Zhongjie led over two thousand of Wang Hong's men, while in the front were over two hundred Foundation Building cultivators.
Half of them wielded defensive Spiritual Weapons, blocking attacks from all directions, while the remaining hundred-plus Foundation Building cultivators used offensive Spiritual Weapons.
The Demonic Beast that had just been knocked down by Little Peng attempted to get up and retaliate but was simultaneously bombarded by more than a hundred Spiritual Weapons from behind, all striking its head.
Over a hundred Spiritual Weapons simultaneously hitting one spot left the Demonic Beast unconscious before it even understood what was happening.
It was then efficiently stored in a Storage Bag by one of Luo Zhongjie's team members, responsible for collecting the bodies.
These two hundred-plus individuals, working together, were no less formidable than a powerful Golden Core cultivator.
Behind them, the two thousand Qi Cultivation stage cultivators, who would normally serve as cannon fodder in such a battle, had now formed a formation and possessed some means of self-defense. They also coordinated with the Flying Boat to help clear out some of the lower-tier Demonic Beasts.
Little Peng, in its current frenzied state, charged into the beast pack, crashing into them recklessly. Despite having just advanced to the third tier, its physical strength had long surpassed its realm.
Many Demonic Beasts of the same tier were knocked down or sent flying by its attacks.
Simultaneously, it endured countless attacks, but fortunately, its feathers acted as a protective armor, mitigating most of the damage. Little Peng's body could still withstand the remaining force, at least for the time being.
As they broke through to the outside, Liu Changsheng led over two hundred Foundation Building cultivators who were not particularly skilled in direct combat. They were now harassing the outer perimeter of the Demonic Beasts.
Under the combined efforts of several forces, they managed to slay over twenty third-tier Demonic Beasts, with nearly ten of them being taken down with the assistance of Luo Zhongjie and Little Peng.
Wang Hong's Poisonous Bees also eliminated several third-tier Demonic Beasts, while the rest were dealt with by several Golden Core cultivators led by Zhou Shiqi.
However, this achievement came at a cost. One Golden Core cultivator self-detonated after suffering severe injuries, and Yi Huai was torn in half by two third-tier Demonic Beasts.
Others were also wounded to varying degrees. Little Peng had lost most of its feathers, had several bleeding wounds, and multiple patches of skin torn away.
The excruciating pain had sobered it up, and the courage it had felt earlier had mostly disappeared.
They had now broken through to the outskirts of the battlefield. However, the Demonic Beasts showed no intention of giving up and continued to relentlessly pursue them.
At this point, both the Golden Core cultivators in the group and Little Peng were too exhausted to continue fighting.
Only Wang Hong's Poisonous Bees remained relatively unharmed, attacking the third-tier Demonic Beasts tirelessly. They could either disrupt the enemy when scattered or concentrate their attacks to kill.
Currently, these Poisonous Bees were scattered, causing confusion among the pursuing Demonic Beasts. However, relying solely on them was clearly insufficient, and at the speed of most cultivators, escape was nearly impossible.
With each fallen cultivator, despair filled the hearts of those remaining.
But then, a streak of rainbow light descended near them, and to everyone's surprise, it was the Sect Master of Qingxu Sect.
"Sect Master, are you alright?" they asked.
It turned out that the fourth-tier Demonic Beast had indeed been defeated by the Qingxu Sect Master's Talisman, but he now appeared pale, indicating that he had paid a considerable price.
"Quickly retreat, and I will hold them off!" the Qingxu Sect Master ordered.
The Talisman he controlled had dimmed, but it should still be effective against some third-tier Demonic Beasts.
Controlling the Talisman, the Qingxu Sect Master easily dispatched a third-tier Demonic Beast with a single strike.
"Senior Brother, take care!" Zhou Shiqi said before walking past him. He then shouted to the others, "Everyone, move quickly! Don't waste the time the Sect Master has bought us."
Hearing this, the group squeezed every last bit of their Spiritual Power, hastening forward.
They ran for a long distance until they no longer sensed the Spiritual Power fluctuations from the battlefield before daring to stop and rest.
However, the Qingxu Sect Master did not reappear.
They did not dare to rest for too long and resumed their journey once their Spiritual Power had somewhat recovered.
They traveled for two more days without any Demonic Beasts pursuing them from behind, suggesting that they were finally safe.
Wang Hong found Zhou Shiqi and asked, "Master Zhou, may I ask where this journey is taking us?"
"You are Wang Hong, correct? Thanks to your assistance, I owe you a debt of gratitude. Once we reach the Southern Region, I will reward you."
Zhou Shiqi was covered in numerous wounds, looking weakened and pale as he spoke.
"Thank you for your kind words, Master Zhou, but I've come to bid you farewell," Wang Hong said.
"Why? Aren't you going to accompany us to the Southern Region?" Zhou Shiqi's expression soured. If possible, he didn't want Wang Hong to leave. Wang Hong's group had provided significant assistance to their team, possessing a third-tier demonic beast, over two hundred Foundation Building cultivators, and six Flying Boats. Their help was crucial for the team's smooth journey to the Southern Region, but even there, peace was far from guaranteed.
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