At the lake, Viscount Locke and the others were still fighting fiercely with Viscount Fergus.
"Lord Viscount, we have to retreat, or we'll be surrounded!"
Glancing at the soldiers who were quickly surrounding them, a man next to Viscount Locke shouted as he fought with Lord Corgi.
"I know!"
After clashing with Viscount Fergus' sword and temporarily forcing Viscount Fergus back, Viscount Locke let out a low growl and his face suddenly turned red as if he was suddenly drunk.
Then, a strange and mysterious aura spread out from his body, enveloping an area of several dozen meters before stopping.
As this strange and mysterious aura spread, the surrounding red-leafed trees, weeds, vines, and all the other plants began to change.
The branches and leaves of the redleaf trees grew rapidly and intertwined with each other, weaving into a wall of branches, completely blocking the gap between them and Viscount Fergus's group of five.
Not only that, the withered weeds and vines seemed to have a second spring as they grew green stems and quickly grew taller.
They swam like countless green snakes and quickly wrapped around Viscount Fergus and the others. They followed Fergus's legs and wrapped around Fergus and the others.
"Retreat!"
Looking at the Fergus family soldiers who were about to surround them, Viscount Locke ordered and fled towards the redwood forest behind him.
If it weren't for these soldiers, they wouldn't need to escape at all. Viscount Fergus and the others, who had exhausted a lot of their physical strength and Blood Force, couldn't do anything to them at all. They could just rob them directly.
However, with these soldiers around, they had to escape. Even if he had the strength of a Ferocious Warrior, it would definitely not be easy to be surrounded by a large number of soldiers. The current him hadn't reached the level of invulnerability yet.
* Snap! *
Exerting strength in his legs, he tore off a few tufts of grass roots wrapped around his legs. Viscount Fergus swept the green longsword in his hand and cut off all the vines and branches around him.
He quickly moved to the side of Baron Ricardo and the others and waved his longsword to help them get rid of the vines. Then, he said with an extremely gloomy expression.
"Chase!"
He was very clear about the ability Viscount Locke had used just now. It was a blood fiend ability he had obtained from practicing Wood Monkey — Plant Manipulation.
Although it had almost no offensive power, it had an extraordinary effect in the forest. It could control the plants within a range of tens of meters to obstruct and entangle the enemy. Even he could not help but be delayed for a moment by the opponent's method.
But in this short moment of delay, the other party had already calmly escaped.
He could not help but feel anxious. The Hanhu cub had already been taken away. Now, even Viscount Locke and the other three had escaped from them. It would be difficult to get the Hanhu cub back!
…
Whoosh!
The long sword, which was covered in fish scales, was the strongest weapon below the Magic Weapon. It flickered with a cold light and was indescribably sharp.
At this moment, driven by the strength of a middle-level Blood Warrior, Morey was viciously slashing at the Hanhu cub that had been thrown into the air.
Wu wu ~ ~
Being thrown into the air, the Hanhu cub cried out in horror. It had yet to open its eyes and did not know that a sword full of murderous intent was slashing towards it.
Perhaps in the next moment, it would have to say goodbye to this world after having been in it for less than a day.
Whoosh —
Just as the scale-covered Thousand Skills Sword was about to slash at the Hanhu cub, a figure approached Morey, followed by a sword that flickered with a cold light.
Clang!
The scale-covered Thousand Skills Sword was blocked by this sword when it was about to slash at the Hanhu cub.
The violent collision actually caused sparks to fly where the two swords collided. This person was naturally Gray.
Using the Blood Force to increase his movement speed, he finally caught up at the critical moment.
Wu wu ~ ~
Without being hit by the Thousand Skills Sword, the Hanhu cub fell to the ground. Gray scooped up the Hanhu cub with his left hand and firmly held it in his arms. Then, using the reaction force from the collision between the swords, he sped up and retreated backwards.
"Damn it …"
Morey's expression changed when he failed to kill the Hanhu cub with his sword.
He originally wanted to kill the Hanhu cub with his sword and quickly retreat. However, he failed and instead, the Hanhu cub was taken away by the other party.
Now that the Hanhu cub was taken away by the other party, it would not be easy to kill him. The other party's speed was obviously faster than his. If he focused on escaping, he would not be able to catch up.
"Gray Fergus, you are very good!"
Hearing the large number of footsteps getting closer and closer, his expression flashed with anger. He glared fiercely at Gray, turned around and quickly fled.
This time, in order to not be detected by the Fergus family in advance, they did not dare to bring too many people. Other than the six of them, they did not bring a single soldier. Therefore, they definitely could not fall into the encirclement of the Fergus family soldiers. Otherwise, they would be in danger.
At the same time, a deep suspicion arose in his heart.
Was the family's information really correct? Was the other party really only sixteen years old, not even seventeen?
Ever since he started practicing blood techniques, he had been called a genius. He had become a lower-level Blood Warrior in a year, and had cultivated from a lower-level Blood Warrior to a middle-level Blood Warrior in two years. This kind of cultivation speed had already been greatly praised by the family.
And if the other party's age was correct, he was not even seventeen years old, but was already a middle-level Blood Warrior. How was this possible?
Could it be that the other party's cultivation talent was above his own?
As a genius, who would admit that they were inferior to others?
He absolutely did not believe in such a conclusion, but now that the facts were right in front of his eyes, he had no choice but to believe it.
Whoosh!
Looking in the direction the other party had left, Gray hesitated for a moment. However, in the next moment, he immediately turned around without hesitation and rushed in the direction of the large number of footsteps.
His goal was not to keep the other party here. He only had one goal, and that was to take back the Hanhu cub. Now that the Hanhu cub had been taken back, in order to avoid any more mishaps, he needed to meet up with the castle soldiers as soon as possible.
As long as he met up with the castle soldiers, with the protection of the castle's elite soldiers, even if he encountered an upper-level Blood Warrior, he would absolutely not be able to snatch the Hanhu cub away. Only then could he truly take back the Hanhu cub.
"Young Master Gray, Young Master Gray …"
Gray had only run a few dozen meters when he encountered a group of castle soldiers rushing in his direction. There were a total of twelve people. Seeing Gray carrying the Hanhu cub, these soldiers quickly surrounded him, protecting him inside and out.