Chapter 553 - 530: Forced Retreat

"Alas, they are fighting for our Zhao Kingdom after all.

If our sect just stands by today, doing nothing, how can we hold our heads high in front of the world’s people in the future?" Elder Wen sighed.

"Don’t worry, old man, I’ve lived for over two hundred years, and I still have some means of self-preservation." After saying this, a gray flying carpet appeared beneath Elder Wen’s feet.

Under the worried gazes of the Corpse-Driving Sect, he quickly rushed toward the demon clan’s encirclement.

Behind him, Lou Yi, Bi Yaoyao, and You Qingyi exchanged glances, able to see the emotions and concern in each other’s eyes.

"This is bad, I didn’t expect the demon clan to be so deceitful, letting the Sheep Demon deliberately lose the battle and then setting up an ambush..." Bi Yaoyao complained via transmitted message.

"The Sheep Demon probably didn’t lose intentionally, but was genuinely defeated by Jin Tingfeng," Lou Yi analyzed. "If it could win, the demon clan wouldn’t need to use an ambush; they could crush our army directly on the spot."

"Then what should we do, Lou Blockhead, do you have any ideas?"

"If it were an injured early-stage Demon General, I’d have some confidence.

But at this top tier, I’m afraid I’d be instantly killed if I go up." Lou Yi replied with a bitter smile via transmitted message.

"Alas, it would be great if Red Hero were here, he might have a solution," Bi Yaoyao suddenly lamented.

"You’re so confident in Red Hero?" Lou Yi asked, intrigued.

"For some reason, he always gives me the feeling that he is invincible," Bi Yaoyao hesitated for a moment, afraid Lou Yi might overthink, and added, "Of course, it’s similar to the feeling I got from my dad when I was young."

"Really?" Lou Yi’s mouth curled into a slight smile.

Seizing the moment when everyone’s attention was on the battlefield, he moved to a thick bush.

A few moments later, he emerged again, with only Qingyi glancing over in confusion, while others noticed nothing amiss.

Inside the demon clan’s encirclement.

Jin Tingfeng roared, struggling to get up and counterattack, but each time were werewolf stomped out his hope with a foot.

His whole body was nearly crushed, bloodied and gruesome to behold, even one of his eyeballs had been stomped, looking utterly tragic.

"If I don’t die today, I will annihilate all the wolf clan in Cyan Wolf Ridge someday!" Jin Tingfeng roared resentfully, ghost-like.

"Looking for death?"

The werewolf Chile Feng’s eyes flashed with ferocity, one paw pressed on Jin Tingfeng’s chest, while the other paw raised, mercilessly stomping toward his neck!

"Stop!"

Just then, thousands of glowing tenacious white threads fell from the sky, rushing toward Chile Feng like a cascading waterfall!

"Sky Splitting Claw!"

The werewolf’s sharp claws sliced into the void with force again, cutting through most of the threads.

But there were simply too many threads, still wrapping around the werewolf’s body.

In the blink of an eye, he was wrapped in countless threads, forming an airtight white cocoon.

"Run!" An aged voice echoed, energizing all the humans present.

"It’s Wen Biran of the Corpse-Driving Sect, that old guy indeed hid something, he’s more powerful than expected!"

"A heaven-sent opportunity, Chile Feng is trapped, quickly break through!"

The human cultivators immediately released their mana, scattering talismans as if they were free, while spiritual artifacts cleared the path ahead, desperately breaking through in different directions!

"Stop them!" the Demon Generals shouted angrily.

At this moment, the Foundation Establishment Cultivators were going all out.

Knowing they would not get another chance once this opportunity was missed.

Thus, they resorted to a strategy of mutual destruction, causing the sky to light up with dazzling magical light.

Some Demon Generals hesitated, forced to retreat by their opponents.

Some Demon Generals lacked sufficient strength, unable to stop their opponents.

Only a few, such as the Sheep Demon and two Lion Demons, managed to barely hold back several individuals.

But more than half of the human cultivators broke through the demon clan’s encirclement!

Even Jin Tingfeng, lying seriously injured on the ground, escaped hundreds of yards away with a ’whoosh’, narrowly escaping werewolf Chile Feng’s control.

Elder Wen’s sudden intervention disrupted half of the demon clan’s siege plan.

’Bang!’

The white cocoon only trapped the werewolf for three breaths before being forcefully broken apart.

Seeing the scene before him, Chile Feng was nearly spitting blood.

His eyes filled with ferocity as he gazed toward a certain area in the sky.

"Old coot, you’re courting death!"

The werewolf stomped hard on the ground, creating a deep pit.

His body shot toward the sky like a cannonball, trailing a long white mist.

"Awoo!"

Then, he unleashed the Moonfall Roar, a secret technique of the Howling Moon Sky Wolf clan.

Moon-white sound waves spread rapidly in all directions, swiftly forcing out a figure in a black Daoist robe.

Though he had enhanced his invisibility with a rare talisman, the use of a spiritual artifact exposed him, forcing Elder Wen out.

The Moonfall Roar was powerful, also containing attacks targeting the divine soul.

Thus, his condition was not good, with white hair in disarray, blood staining his mouth.

But those aged eyes remained bright, with a smile of satisfaction, causing Chile Feng to become more enraged.

"Old thing, you’re about to die and still dare to smile?" Chile Feng coldly remarked.

"I’ve lived for over two hundred years, long without hope for a breakthrough.

Being able to save so many comrades before dying, it’s worth it." Elder Wen replied with a smile.

"Then I’ll extract your soul, placing it in our clan’s soul candle to light day and night.

Only then can my hatred be resolved!" Chile Feng’s silver eyes suddenly flashed with cold light.

In the next instant, his form changed, swiftly closing to within dozens of yards of Elder Wen.

"Sky Splitting Claw!"

Chile Feng continuously swung his claws, forming silver crescent-shaped blades in the void, severing all the obstructing white threads in front, finally slashing toward Elder Wen himself.

Elder Wen threw his horsetail whisk to block the incoming blades.

But the whisk was shattered, his complexion paled, and he spat a mouthful of fresh blood.

Moreover, his breath was rapidly declining.

Earlier, Elder Wen had already used the secret technique of burning spiritual essence to save those allied Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Now he could hardly hold on, unable to maintain his late Foundation Establishment cultivation.

"Old geezer, your end is here!"

Werewolf Chile Feng said with chilling indifference.

Intending to rush ahead to capture Elder Wen, intending to tear him apart and extract his soul for torment back home.

In Elder Wen’s eyes, however, there was a look of resolve, about to make a certain decision.

Silently, a hand pressed on his shoulder.

Turning his head in shock, he saw a figure wearing a black conical hat.

The mysterious Conical Hat Man opened his hand, revealing a green treasure pill emitting the fragrance of grass and trees.

"Who are you?" Elder Wen exclaimed in shock.

He could sense the goodwill from the Conical Hat Man, and accepted the treasure pill in his hand.

"Who are you?" Chile Feng also furrowed his brow, feeling the situation slipping out of his control.

"Someone who kills you."

"Just you?" Chile Feng sneered, raising his claws, ready to rush forward and capture this suddenly appearing Conical Hat Man.

Unexpectedly, the other party lifted a corner of the cloth beneath the conical hat, revealing his mouth.

"Peh!"

A faint green spittle was spat out from his mouth, landing precisely in front of Chile Feng, making him instinctively block with his claws.

Immediately, he snorted, retreating furiously.

’What on earth?’

Everyone was stunned.

Just a single spit forced the overwhelmingly powerful Howling Moon Sky Wolf to retreat?

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