Lan Ruo, my child, you must remember that we, the Inoue Clan, only serve the King. Therefore, you must find him. This is the cycle of reincarnation, the fate that will never change!
Father … I will never forget.
Lan Ruo clenched her fists and looked up with determination. They were destined to be the King's servants. This was like a shackle of glory that connected them to that person. She had already found the person she wanted to follow. However, before fate awoke, she needed to gather more power for her. She could not wait to grow. She really, really wanted to see that day come.
Raising her left hand, Lan Ruo gently made a gesture. Suddenly, a dozen people flew out from the crowd below. Although they were all cultivators of the Jindan Period, their demeanor was clearly different from ordinary people. Their movements were clean and neat, neat and uniform. Their eyes were resolute and determined, as if they were holding onto some kind of goal. There was not the slightest bit of evasion or fear. It was obvious that they had undergone a long period of special training.
Looking at them, Yan Yue suddenly remembered the last time she saw Lan Ruo. At that time, her body was also filled with this kind of aura, just like a well-trained soldier.
Lan Ruo's red lips moved slightly, as if she was saying something. However, they were too far away and their voices were too soft, so Yan Yue could not hear them clearly.
Following that, the dozen people flew up into the sky one by one, under the astonished gaze of the crowd. They drilled out of the barrier and flew straight towards a lone level eight Seagull.
The dozen people quickly formed a large circle. As they moved, their hands were constantly forming seals. Threads of spiritual energy slowly but rapidly expanded outwards. The spiritual energy net formed by more than a dozen people condensed into a large circle, tightly trapping the Seagull inside. Everyone stood in their positions, and the spiritual energy net shrunk a lot. This way, they could save more spiritual energy to trap this monster. This size was enough to trap this monster.
The Seagull looked contemptuously at this group of weak humans. It was just a small Jindan Period, and they wanted to trap it with such a small net. How laughable. It did not need to worry at all. It hooked its sharp claws and flapped its wings. It suddenly flapped its wings and clawed towards the side, intending to use its sharp claws to break this weak spiritual energy net.
The dozen people no longer stood in their original positions. Instead, one after another, they began to rotate. It was not the kind of horizontal rotation of 180 degrees. Instead, they surrounded the monster in a 360-degree rotation. Looking at the chaotic yet seemingly orderly movements, it was as if they had practiced it thousands of times. This side flew past, that side pounced, and no matter how hard they tried, they would not collide. Their rapid movements had already exceeded the range that the naked eye could bear. The crowd had no choice but to unconsciously open their divine sense to check the situation of their battle.
Compared to other people of the Yuanying Period and above, this group of people during the Jindan Period were more eye-catching.
Due to their rapid movements, the Seagull could not find a place to land even though it flapped its wings. It cried out angrily and flapped its wings fiercely outwards. A gust of wind visible to the naked eye rolled outwards. The imagined sound of pain did not come, but the smell of blood in the air conveyed one point. They were indeed injured.
The four people flew out from four different directions and gathered above the monster. An ice spear formed from spiritual energy slowly took shape and aimed at the Seagull that was still clamoring below. The others seemed to have received some kind of order at the same time and simultaneously retreated. The ice spear pierced directly into the monster's back without any hindrance. The spear had already sunk halfway into the monster's back. Fresh blood spurted out from the gap. The four people somersaulted and flew upwards once again.
When the ice spear pierced into the Seagull's body, the people who had originally retreated had already taken out their spiritual swords. When the four people above retreated, they immediately flew towards the already injured and furious Seagull. One by one, the swords in their hands ruthlessly pierced into its body. A sorrowful and angry roar pierced through their eardrums and sent those people flying far away. Mouthfuls of blood spurted out from their mouths as if it was free. With their Jindan Period strength, to be able to seriously injure this Eight Nine Seagull was already considered not bad. This should be their limit. This was what most people were thinking.
However, what was strange was that even though they were vomiting blood and their bodies were injured, the expressions on their faces were still resolute and without hesitation. It was as if the pain of their bodies was an emotion that they had long abandoned. If it weren't for their pale faces and the beads of sweat flowing down their faces, people would really suspect that they couldn't even feel pain.
It was not that they could not feel it, but that they were already used to it. Yan Yue stared fixedly at them. There was no extra expression on her face and no one could tell what she was thinking.
Those people did not escape but instead formed two rows. One on the left and one on the right, they stood on the two sides of the Seagull. Six to seven spiritual energy whips passed over the monster and rushed towards the people opposite. When both sides received the whips at the same time, one side to the left and the other to the right, interchanging their positions. The originally straight spiritual energy whips overlapped up, down, left and right. With a light tug, they once again firmly trapped the Seagull.
But if the power of the Jindan Period wanted to trap it, it was still too weak. The Seagull stretched out its sharp claws and with a hook and a flap of its wings, it broke free from those spiritual whips that trapped it.
Without waiting for it to regain its senses, a rain of Qi blades fell from the top of its head, glowing with a silver-blue light. One by one, they pierced towards the already injured Si Jiu. Pieces of bloody feathers were sliced off by the Qi blades, fluttering into the enchantment. However, most of them were blocked by its hard feathers. The strength of a demonic beast's body was originally incomparable to that of a human's, not to mention its rank, was above that of these cultivators!
The Seagull's eyes suddenly widened and its body trembled slightly. Then, it gently shook its feathers and more than ten black feathers flew towards the crowd as if they had eyes. They could not escape and were like missiles that had already been targeted. As expected, the feathers pierced into their bodies one by one. The feathers contained a huge amount of power that wreaked havoc in their bodies like an explosion. At that moment, seven or eight people fell from their immortal swords and fell from the sky. The remaining few people also swayed their injured bodies and looked like they were about to fall. The Seagull stared fiercely at those who fell. It retracted its wings, opened its mouth and swooped down towards them, intending to swallow them in one gulp. Even so, it could not satisfy the anger in its heart.
These people were doomed. Many people thought so. If no one came to save them, these seven or eight Jin Dan cultivators would undoubtedly die. Everyone knew this, but no one reacted to it and wanted to help. Moreover, it was their own decision to fight the Seagull. Even if the result was death, it was something they should accept.
Cultivators like them attached great importance to karma. They were indifferent to life. Although it was not to the point of indifference, they did not care that much about it.
At a speed that no one noticed, a red arrow of blood flew out from the barrier protecting the city. Even the people guarding the barrier did not notice it. Before they could create a gap, the arrow easily pierced through the barrier and flew towards the Seagull with its mouth wide open. With a puchi sound, the arrow pierced through its throat. Then, with a tearing sound, it came out from the back of its head. Its speed was much slower than before. At the tip of the arrowhead, the arrow pierced through half of a shiny gray stone. That was — the Seagull's demon core!
Without a doubt, the demonic beast that had its demonic core taken away was like a human that had lost its heart. Its eyes were wide open and its mouth was wide open as it fell straight down from the sky. Perhaps even until its death, it still couldn't understand who had killed it. Who had taken its demonic core so easily? Was it a high-level human cultivator?
Perhaps it would never know the answer to this question.
Lan Ruo stretched out her hand and caught the gray Grade Eight Demon Core. Her eyes subconsciously looked down at the place where the arrow had shot out. That towering mountain?
The towering tower was a place where only Yuanying cultivators and those with special status could stand. Could it be … that a senior had helped them …
The fallen human cultivators had been treated by the guards. The corpse of the demon Seagull had also been carried away by the guards to be dealt with.
Who would have thought that these Jindan Stage cultivators would be able to deal with this Level Eight Black Vulture earlier than those cultivators with higher cultivation? Her strength had indeed increased a lot since the last time they parted. Also, those people who followed her were courageous, insightful, upright, and plainspoken. They were all very good people. This could also be considered a kind of strength of hers!
Lan Ruo, you really surprised me!
Yan Yue put down her bleeding right hand. The crossbow in her left hand slowly dissipated. She once again witnessed the power of blood. It was a hundred times stronger than pure spiritual energy!