noffsinger Chapter 91 Sword Light
Chapter 91 Sword Light
Yao Ye glanced around at the remaining cultivators on the hillside; there were no more than ten of them at most.
Those few dragons that rushed down from the mountaintop were extremely fast, and it wouldn't be long before they met the group head-on.
Given the state of these wounded and injured soldiers, let alone seven or eight early-stage Nascent Soul dragons, even one or two would be enough to give them a hard time.
"It seems that no matter which Foundation Establishment power we use, we must first get through this wave."
He suppressed his inner thoughts and redirected his spiritual awareness back to the battlefield.
The hillside was littered with the mandrill's remains, black blood soaked the soil, and a nauseating stench filled the air.
The corpses piled on the ground were as high as a small mountain, mostly one-legged mandrills killed by Taoist magic and magical artifacts, interspersed with the remains of a few alien mandrills that were significantly larger in size.
However, the surviving cultivators were also nearing their limit.
Duan Heisi knelt on the ground, leaning on his long sword. The wound on his right arm burst open, and blood flowed down the hilt of the sword.
After Miao Wuniang finished bandaging Wu Liang, she collapsed to the ground.
The other outer disciples were in no better shape; the true qi in their dantian had long since been depleted.
"What...what is that?!"
An outer disciple suddenly pointed towards the mountainside, his voice trembling.
Following the direction he pointed, everyone saw the seven or eight dragons winding their way down from the mountaintop.
They were incredibly fast, their sturdy bodies moving effortlessly among the rubble, their curved horns gleaming with a chilling light.
The faces of the outer disciples immediately turned ashen, devoid of color.
The hundreds and thousands of mountain demons had already exhausted their true energy and talismans.
At this moment, any random mountain demon could probably devour this remnant army, let alone the seven or eight dragons at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm that are charging towards them.
"I'm afraid I'll lose my life here today..."
The same thought spontaneously arose in everyone's mind.
Wu Liang lay on the ground, gazing at the scattered white clouds on the horizon, when he suddenly grinned, a bitter smile on his face: "Old Duan, what exactly did we come all this way for?"
Duan Heisi did not answer.
Miao Wuniang closed her eyes, her lips moving as if she were silently reciting some incantation, or perhaps praying.
Chen Bai, meanwhile, took advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was drawn to the several dragon beasts.
He quietly retreated behind the lines and came to the corpses of the strange mandrills.
These unusual mandrills are much larger and more robust than ordinary mandrills, with thicker skin and flesh. When the Fan Shan Seal struck them, it only broke their bones and tendons, leaving their bodies relatively intact.
"Buzz..."
He stepped on one of the corpses, and in his mind's eye, the Returning Origin Creation Cauldron trembled slightly.
[Collection: 1 corpses of "Alien Mandrill" in the early stage of embryonic breathing]
[Extract: "Demon Essence" *1, "Blood Essence" *1]
……
A moment later, two more fist-sized "Demon Essence Crystals" and three pure "Blood Essence Crystals" were obtained.
Chen Bai put these spoils into his storage bag, secretly calculating in his mind—
Including the scattered bits and pieces he had accumulated before, he had gathered no less than ten clusters of blood essence and seven or eight demon essence crystals.
For him, each clump of blood essence was an opportunity to temper his physical body and enhance his foundation, and each condensed demon essence was a trump card to quickly replenish his true qi.
Those dragon beasts were faster than expected.
In just a few dozen breaths, they had already rushed to the mountainside, and the deep black dragon beast at the front could already see the two rows of fine, saw-like fangs in its mouth.
They swam down the stream, using their four legs to leap across the rocks, each landing causing the ground to tremble slightly.
A deep roar came from the throat of the dark black dragon beast. It was not like the hiss of a snake, but more like the muffled roar of some kind of wild beast. The sound waves traveled very far in the night.
Just as everyone was filled with anxiety, a light suddenly appeared on the distant horizon.
At first, it was just a faint frost, like the brightest morning star before dawn.
But just a breath later, the light suddenly brightened, leaving a long trail as it streaked across the night sky at an astonishing speed—
Just moments ago, it was only a few miles away, but in the blink of an eye, it had already traversed the valley. Wherever the sword light passed, the thin clouds remaining in the night sky were forcibly cleaved open with a straight rift, and the clouds on both sides surged like waves.
A sharp, piercing sound followed closely behind, like the cry of a crane in the sky, clear yet chilling.
"There's a sword light!" Wang Yuan was the first to shout.
"It's Senior Sister Zhang!" Fang Zheng exclaimed immediately, his voice filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.
The sword light suddenly stopped above everyone's heads, and the frosty white sword light slightly subsided in the air, revealing a tall and aloof figure.
Zhang Ruxue stood on a flying sword, her frosty white sword robe fluttering in the night wind.
Five streaks of light trailed far behind her, their speed far slower than hers. They must have been the five outer disciples who had been left at the stronghold earlier, chasing after her with all their might but unable to catch up with her sword light.
Zhang Ruxue leaped down from mid-air, and her flying sword transformed into a streak of light, returning to its sheath at her waist.
She steadied herself and scanned the battlefield—
The mandrill carcasses were piled up into small hills, black blood soaked the gravelly ground, and a few remaining flames of spirit still burned eerily on the piles of corpses, emitting a burnt smell.
The dozen or so survivors were all injured, some sitting and some lying down, their faces and bodies covered in blood and dust, their breaths so weak they looked as if they might collapse at any moment.
The team that started with more than 30 people has now dwindled to less than a third.
Meanwhile, on the distant hillside, seven or eight ferocious beast auras were rushing towards them.
Her gaze finally landed on Yao Ye, her eyes, once like autumn water, now as cold as an icy pool.
"Junior Brother Yao."
Zhang Ruxue's cold voice carried a chilling undertone that sent shivers down one's spine. "In just a few days, you've lost more than half of your team... I need an explanation for this."
Yao Ye flipped off the tiger's back, her face now bearing an expression of sorrow and regret.
His eyes were slightly red, his lips were pressed into a tight line, and his hands were clasped in front of him. He looked like a team leader who had just experienced a painful failure and was full of self-blame.
"Senior Sister Zhang is right to criticize me."
His voice was low and hoarse, his tone heavy with sorrow, "It was my junior brother's oversight."
The information provided by the steward's office stated that there were only thirty or forty mountain demons in Tianfu Mountain, so I thought I'd take advantage of my senior sister's meditation to scout ahead and buy some time. But who knew—"
He pointed to the mandrill corpses scattered all over the ground, his tone full of grief and indignation, "The number of mandrills here is far more than this. Just that wave of attacks had no less than a hundred of them, and among them were more than a dozen alien species at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm."
The intelligence was wrong; it was my junior brother's failure to assess the situation in time that led to this serious mistake.
After returning to the mountain, my junior brother will report everything to the steward and accept any punishment according to the sect rules…”
These words were perfectly watertight, completely absolving the company of any responsibility.
As for his forced rogue cultivators to act as bait and charge straight into the territory of the demon beasts regardless of casualties, he naturally never mentioned it.
Zhang Ruxue did not respond.
Before she arrived, the five outer disciples who remained at the stronghold had already informed her.
Yao Ye disregarded Senior Sister Zhang's orders and insisted on leading the team into the mountains first, forbidding them from detouring through the territory of the demon beasts.
Seeing the tragic scene before her, Zhang Ruxue understood what was happening.
But she didn't expose him in public, not because she was concerned about Yao Ye's feelings, but because there were more important things to do at the moment.
The auras of those seven or eight dragon beasts are rapidly approaching...