Long Chen sneered in his heart. The reason why he spoke up for Zhuo Xuanming was to create the illusion that he, Long Chen, was weak. Even if he could not stop the Asura Sword Prison team from blocking that mysterious existence, when Zhuo Xuanming looked down on him, Long Chen, he could make use of this to deal a devastating blow to the Asura Sword Prison team.
The group split into two groups, still on guard against each other, and headed in the original direction.
Along the way, the Asura Sword Prison team was in high spirits, chatting and laughing. On the other hand, Long Chen's side seemed to be having internal strife, and everyone was silent.
Along the way, the number of ghost race members increased, and some other ghostly things even appeared.
Zhuo Xuanming had just used his sword Qi to deal with a tall Ghost Race member from afar. He looked around and saw that the people around him were all engaged in a massacre. He said doubtfully, "Why are there more and more Ghost Race members? There weren't so many when we passed by here before."
The others also started to complain.
Although they were slightly stronger than the ghost race members, the ghost race's physical body, regeneration, attack power, and so on were not bad. A dozen of them was still manageable, but hundreds of them surrounded them and attacked crazily. This was very troublesome.
Everyone was in a sorry state, and finally escaped from the encirclement with great difficulty.
Those ghost race members did not chase after them, because they stayed where they were, devouring the corpses of their companions.
Those strange iron chains on their bodies, after they died, turned into iron dust, and were blown away by the chilly wind.
"What the hell." The Asura Sword Prison's warriors cursed. Along the way, the number of ghost race members was still increasing.
"When we first arrived here, we couldn't even meet one after walking for half a day. Now, they are everywhere. Basically, there is a large group every fifteen minutes." One of the Asura Sword Prison's warriors said.
Long Chen and the other two did not say anything.
It had been three days, and that creepy feeling that made Long Chen's blood run cold still existed. This meant that the creepy thing was still following them.
"If we don't get rid of this thing, it will be really troublesome. Big Brother, do you have any plans?" Mo Xiaolang asked secretly.
Long Chen shook his head and said, "We can only wait and see. However, I did notice something."
"What is it?" The Evil Dragon Palace team members looked over.
Long Chen said, "When we kill the ghost race, the stronger the ghost race is, the angrier the guy behind us seems to be. Therefore, it's best that we don't make a move now. Even if we do make a move, we shouldn't kill. Let Asura Sword Prison and the others provoke him, then we can seize the opportunity to escape."
Mo Xiaolang understood.
Another day passed. The members of the Asura Sword Prison were dissatisfied with Long Chen's group not putting in much effort. However, at this moment, the surrounding ghost race members suddenly dispersed in a sorry manner. Long Chen's group walked into an eerie mountain range. The mountain peaks here were extremely tall. They were like demonic claws that reached up to the clouds, grabbing at the sky.
A chilly wind whistled between the mountain walls.
Valley after valley intersected in the mountain range. Looking into the distance, Long Chen used the Soul Eye Technique to carefully observe the surroundings. He suddenly discovered a powerful soul ahead. It was also an incomplete soul, but from its aura, it was much stronger than the ordinary ghost race members. It was over twenty meters tall, and its body was very thick.
The members of the Asura Sword Prison did not sense it and headed in that direction.
Long Chen informed Mo Xiaolang and Li Xuanji. The three of them knew what to do.
When they were about seven or eight miles away, the huge ghost race member smelled the scent of Long Chen's group. It roared and charged in their direction, causing the ground to shake.
Rumble rumble rumble.
Everyone felt the ground shake, and they quickly took precautions.
At this moment, there was an explosion. A huge steep mountain was knocked down and smashed towards the team. The Evil Dragon Palace team and the Asura Sword Prison team dodged in two different directions. After the mountain fell, dust filled the air. A loud voice walked into the vision of Long Chen's group.
It was a huge ghost race creature. It was crimson and covered in dense brown lumps. One look and anyone could tell that it was extremely thick. Its body looked like a human, but its body was so thick that its height and width were about the same. It was like a meat pillar. When it stretched out its arms, they were twice the length of its legs, and there were terrifying giant claws on them.
This huge ghost race creature's head was like that of a wild beast. It was even more ferocious than the ordinary ghost race members. It had two pairs of fangs that were like fiery red knives. A terrifying aura of savagery and death exploded from this huge creature.
Like the other ghosts, there were many black chains growing from its body. They were entangled with its flesh, and it looked rather disgusting.
"It's a Scarlet Demonic Ghost!" Someone in the Asura Sword Prison team exclaimed.
Long Chen looked over and saw that they were taking it seriously. Based on what he felt, this creature called the Scarlet Demonic Ghost should be comparable to the ninth tier of the Divine Martial Realm.
With its huge body, it covered a distance of seven or eight miles in an instant. It was obvious that it was very fast.
Buzz.
As expected, the Scarlet Demonic Ghost was extremely excited when it saw humans. It used its thick arms to beat its chest, and then charged towards the Asura Sword Prison team. The Asura Sword Prison team was very serious. Apart from Zhuo Xuanming, the other four people all charged towards the Scarlet Demonic Ghost.
Four sword martialists at the peak of the ninth tier of the Divine Martial Realm took out their swords against the Scarlet Demonic Ghost. Long Chen took a look and found that they were all terrifying dao weapons. However, they did not have dao patterns. They were much weaker than Wang Chao's Dragon Slaying Sword and Lingxiao's Taiji Divine Sword.
However, these dao weapons were more than enough for them.
The martialists of the Asura Sword Prison were indeed terrifying. When they fought, they did not need to defend at all. They attacked the Scarlet Demonic Ghost without getting close to it.
The way they fought was the weakness of the Scarlet Demonic Ghost. In terms of their bodies, they were much more agile than the Scarlet Demonic Ghost.
"Brother Long, you can't just let the people of the Asura Sword Prison fight. You guys should just sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor," Zhuo Xuanming looked over and shouted coldly.
Long Chen smiled and said, "The four super experts of the Asura Sword Prison are more than enough to deal with the Scarlet Demonic Ghost. Why should we go and join in the fun?"
In fact, his back was already drenched in cold sweat. While the four guys were fighting the Scarlet Demonic Ghost, the terrifying existence behind them was actually angry.
Long Chen could clearly feel its anger. Therefore, at this moment, he was already prepared to escape, let alone fight.
"Brothers, get out of the way. Watch my Annihilation Sword Qi."
One of the martialists soared high into the sky and slashed out with his sword. Suddenly, a sharp Sword Qi descended. This Sword Qi seemed to be condensed from countless small swords. It was extremely terrifying and had extraordinary lethality.
Clang, clang, clang.
Some of the Sword Qi slashed on the iron chains, while others pierced into the flesh of the Scarlet Demonic Ghost.
The Scarlet Demonic Ghost let out a miserable howl. Its arms were swung around crazily. One of the black iron chains shot towards the martialist in the sky. The martialist hurriedly blocked it with his sword. However, the terrifying force still made him vomit blood and fly back.
At this moment, Long Chen had just praised the four.
"Brothers, let's kill it together."
The four martialists put in even more effort. The martialist who was injured just now also recovered very quickly. He was extremely furious. Although the Scarlet Demonic Ghost's fighting strength was terrifying and it could not be killed, under the joint attack of the four sword martialists at the peak of the Ninth Level of the Divine Martial Realm, it still fell after a short while.
At this moment, Zhuo Xuanming was threatening Long Chen and the others.
After the Scarlet Demonic Ghost fell, the four sword martialists approached them, gasping for breath. One of them was the most seriously injured and almost fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Zhuo Xuanming was infuriated. He said to Mo Xiaolang, "You have a good plan. You want the Ashura Sword Prison team to open a path for you, right? Good, very good. I don't think you have any sincerity to cooperate with us."
When they said this, they did not notice the suffocating expressions on the faces of Long Chen and the others.
'He' was approaching …
Long Chen's intuition told him that 'he' was very angry, very angry.
He did not listen to what Zhuo Xuanming said at all. Instead, he sensed that guy's position. He was getting closer and closer. Just when Zhuo Xuanming finished his words, a scream came from behind. Everyone looked over and was instantly stunned.
Among the four martialists, the martialist who was walking at the back had lost his head. Only a headless corpse was left standing where it had been.
Everyone was stunned.
The headless corpse looked like it had been bitten off by some kind of creature. There were still teeth marks on the wound. It was not cut off by a weapon …
The so-called Azure Purple Twin Swords did not make a move. They were not far away from the dead martialist. However, even they could not see clearly who had made the move. Only Long Chen and the others could see a black shadow shooting over.
The one who lost his head was the one who had killed the Scarlet Demonic Ghost.
Without saying anything, Long Chen and the other two chose to escape. With a swoosh, they disappeared from the spot. Zhuo Xuanming was stunned for a moment. At that moment, he also felt the hair-raising aura. His junior brother's death reminded him of a legend, a legend that made his blood run cold.
"Run."
The moment Long Chen and the others escaped, Zhuo Xuanming thought of that legend. His whole body trembled. With a loud roar, he followed Long Chen and the others. At this time, the others did not care about the corpse anymore. A group of people madly chased after Long Chen and the others.
The Azure Purple Twin Swords' faces were also pale. They were the strongest, but they ran the fastest.
Whoosh …
A chilly wind swept past.
The headless corpse fell to the ground.