NOVPUB"Xumi, come and battle with this Clan Leader!"
The intense voice came from the deep sea in the distance, accompanied by a roaring wind sweeping across the sea!
Wang Yi’an, who was forced to make a desperate escape with the hemp-faced, long-bearded elder, watched helplessly as rubble and trees were uprooted behind them.
Like a hurricane sweeping through!
Wherever the voice passed.
Even the Mana Whirl within his lower Dantian felt a tremble, threatening to shatter!
However, his heart was filled with both shock and joy!
"Master Xumi?!"
"Is my master nearby too? Could he also save Uncle Fu?"
"If they’re here, can they rescue Uncle Fu!"
He quickly channeled his mana, accelerating the Flying Artifact.
At the same time, his Spiritual Sence swiftly spread out to the surroundings.
However, to his disappointment, there was no one ahead, only to see the massive Lizard that had already met head-on with the pursuing Cultivators from the Three Continents behind them.
"Uncle Fu!"
Wang Yi’an was extremely anxious in his heart.
But soon after, a wave of worry arose within him.
"If that voice from the sea dares to challenge Master, it must also be an Immortal Ascension cultivator! If Master engages in combat with him, there might not be a chance to save Uncle Fu."
"No, I must think of something!"
He thought to himself.
But immediately, his face changed drastically.
The hemp-faced, long-bearded elder also immediately realized the danger, exclaiming:
"Damn it! Someone is chasing us!"
"Run! Run!"
"We’re at our limit already!"
Wang Yi’an clenched his teeth tightly, his head steaming from mana being strained to the limit.
Although Fu had restrained quite a number of the Three Continents’ Cultivators, too many had come, and still, seven or eight Golden Core Craftsmen had bypassed Fu, chasing directly after the two men.
Both were only Foundation Establishment Competitors.
Even though Wang Yi’an commanded a Class III magic boat.
But after all, with limited Cultivation Base, the Flying Artifact could not fully exhibit its intended speed.
The distance between them quickly narrowed!
"Think of something quickly!"
Wang Yi’an shouted urgently.
The hemp-faced, long-bearded elder’s face turned dark:
"They’re all Golden Core cultivators! What can I possibly do!"
Wang Yi’an was both anxious and furious, suddenly pulling the elder to the front of the magic boat:
"You control the Magic Tool!!"
"Me?!"
The elder was startled, but then, without hesitation, he began channeling mana into the magic boat as it paused slightly.
However, it was only for an instant that the elder’s eyes widened in shock.
"Why does this Magic Tool consume so much mana!"
He felt his originally full Dantian had been drained of more than a tenth of its mana in an instant!
With his reserve, he could only last for less than ten breaths!
"But this young man was able to sustain it for so long just a moment ago!"
"How is this possible?!"
The elder was astonished.
Immediately after, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes toward Wang Yi’an.
Only to see Wang Yi’an suddenly raise his hand and an upper grade Class III magic sword appeared in it.
In the elder’s astonished gaze, a bright sword light suddenly shone on the magic sword!
Hum!
The sword light was silent and swift, crossing the vast distance in an instant and slashing toward the closest Early Stage of Golden Core craftsman.
The Golden Core craftsman had reacted, but he could only watch as the sword light fell upon his neck, spinning round and round.
In a flash, his head soared to the sky!
Yet, the sword light did not cease; as the brilliance exploded, a tragic cry echoed in the void!
The Soul of that Golden Core craftsman was decisively Decapitated by Wang Yi’an’s sword.
Whoosh!
The scene was so astonishing that the other pursuing Golden Core craftsmen changed color, their bodies stiffening.
The elder was shocked into stillness as well.
"This... he... Golden Core... but he’s Foundation Establishment..."
He was at a loss for words.
Wang Yi’an, however, stood proudly at the rear of the magic boat, his sword held forth, his face cold as frost.
Vaguely, he resembled his master in some aspects.
He shouted:
"Who dares approach and seek death!"
His aura was captivating!
The pursuing Golden Core craftsmen, intimidated by the might of his sword and unsure of his abilities, hesitated to move forward.
"Flatten Fengyu Mountain today!"
A furious voice echoed from afar.
The Golden Core craftsmen inwardly groaned but had no choice but to chase on, heads bowed against the inevitability.
But they soon found that the speed of the magic boat had suddenly decreased.
"They’re out of mana! They have no more mana!"
The Golden Core craftsmen called out excitedly, then shouted:
"Attack!"
"Kill them!"
Suddenly, they transformed into streaks of light, chasing after the magic boat relentlessly!
Seeing this, Wang Yi’an immediately cursed inwardly.
His sword strike as a Foundation Establishment Competitor had slain a Golden Core, which was indeed extraordinary, but it also consumed an outrageous amount of energy.
Even though he had established his Foundation through the Heavenly Dao and had a robust base, that one strike had nearly depleted him.
There was no chance for a second strike.
He had hoped to intimidate these people, but alas, he did not expect the hemp-faced elder to be so unreliable.
Having no other choice, he took out a Class III defensive robe from his Storage Treasure and hurled it at the pursuing Golden Core cultivators in a fit of rage!
The Golden Core cultivators saw Wang Yi’an even throwing a Class III defensive tool and thought he had reached his wit’s end, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
Little did they expect that Wang Yi’an’s angry expression would suddenly vanish, as he formed a hand seal, shouted in a low voice:
"Explode!"
The Class III robe brightened with blinding light in an instant!
Even with their quick reactions, the Golden Core cultivators were overwhelmed by the dazzling light!
