NOVPUBIn the sky, a palm covered in a forest of black fur thunderously descended.
The face of the Mountain Goblin Deity showed a hint of pleasure and excitement brought about by carnage.
However, in the next instant, the excitement on its face instantly stiffened.
"Hm?"
It withdrew its fist, opening its palm with confusion.
Within the palm full of lines, there was no sight of the ant-like figure.
The deity’s doubting eyes quickly sharpened.
Somehow, it vaguely felt as if something had slipped under its eyelids and then swiftly escaped.
Its gaze swept over the crowd below.
Aside from those few from Da Jin, there were the Golden Core Craftsmen from Qi, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Nor could it feel the presence of that ant, which had been screaming and shouting just moments ago.
Its gaze couldn’t help but become doubtful again.
Then, furrowing its brows, it carefully scanned the area below once more.
The ground full of deep pits, the cultivators with almost frail auras, and a white stone flying toward one of the cultivators...
It couldn’t hold back its fury once again.
It discovered that those cultivators from Da Jin were actually grabbing those from Qi, surrounding themselves as they attempted to escape!
"Die!"
A flash of savagery and bloodthirstiness crossed the Mountain Goblin Deity’s eyes.
Once again, it extended its furry palm, descending from the sky!
But at that moment, it suddenly sensed something amiss.
A strange fluctuation passed by.
The next moment, the white stone flying toward the cultivator suddenly burst apart, and a Da Jin Monk, drenched in blood and with an aura of barely Class III, appeared out of nowhere!
And the instant he appeared, he threw several white stones again and immediately reappeared beside another Da Jin Monk!
The Mountain Goblin Deity’s gaze turned icy, and its furry palm swiftly accelerated manifold, forcefully slapping down toward the Class III cultivator!
Bang!
The ground shook violently.
It then withdrew its palm and flipped it over to look, and indeed, there was no sign of that person.
Instantly, its expression turned as grim as still water:
"So it was this little bug causing trouble!"
Its gaze swept over the scattered white stones, a trace of severity flashed in its eyes:
"This time, you managed to escape."
"Next time, you won’t be so lucky."
Then, it opened its hands wide, reaching down toward those below...
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Buzz!
Atop the Yuhuang Peak.
A jade pendant violently shattered, and suddenly two figures materialized above where the jade pendant had been.
It was none other than the blood-soaked Wang Ba and a flabbergasted Li Yingfu.
However, the moment the figures materialized, Wang Ba uncontrollably fell downward.
Every inch of his skin seemed to have split open, and blood rich with essence and blood seeped from the cracks.
His aura was visibly waning.
"Wang Ba!"
"Wang Ba!"
Two figures almost simultaneously reached Wang Ba’s side.
Both wore looks of tension and concern.
It was Song Dongyang and Tang Ji.
And soon enough, the two Nascent Soul Cultivators stationed in the Chen State along with Xi Wushang, with grave expressions, quickly arrived beside him, hastily feeding Wang Ba Spiritual Medicine to heal his physical body.
Li Yingfu, after a moment of slight astonishment, also hurried over, anxiously saying:
"Right Enforcer, how are you feeling?"
"Cough cough... No, no problem," Wang Ba weakly coughed out.
Although Tang Ji was low on mana, his Soul still had strength left, so his Spiritual Sense swept over Wang Ba’s physical body, and with a grave expression, he quickly said:
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"He used a special art to transfer us back to Chen State, similar to the Instant Transfer Spell, but it seems that carrying us has heavily burdened his body. I’m afraid he can’t go on anymore."
Li Yingfu was stunned, "Then what about the others…"
But he quickly shut his mouth.
The look on Wang Ba’s face said it all; he was at his limit. If he forced himself to save more people, it’s likely not the person being saved would perish, but he himself would collapse first.
Yet to Li Yingfui’s surprise, Wang Ba hastily swallowed a Spiritual Medicine for restoring his body and then took out a Class III white Jade Pendant from his Storage Treasure.
"Wang Ba! You can’t go back there!"
Song Dongyang, likewise looking extremely weak, suddenly blocked Wang Ba.
He spoke gravely,
"I know you want to go back and save more people, but you’ve already rescued three, and you may have attracted the attention of the Mountain Goblin Deity. If you show up again, you might immediately draw its attack! With your current state... if something were to happen..."
Just at that moment.
Song Dongyang suddenly had a premonition and halted his words abruptly, unable to help but turn to look.
Tang Ji, next to them, also sensed something, looked up sharply, his expression first shocked, then filled with an incredulous joy:
"Senior Brother Yao!?"
Hearing Tang Ji’s address.
Wang Ba couldn’t help but show surprise and instinctively looked back.
There, a familiar figure stood with hands behind his back in the sky in front of Yuhuang Peak, bare-chested with muscles bulging, smiling at him.
If it wasn’t Master Yao Wudi, who else could it be?
"Master!!"
In that moment, Wang Ba couldn’t help but cry out in joy.
After a brief encounter in West Sea Country, twenty-odd years had passed and he was finally seeing his Master once again.
Yet upon seeing the bloodstains on Wang Ba, the smile vanished from Yao Wudi’s face.
A cold and stern voice came out,
"Who did this?"
"It was the Mountain Goblin Deity from the Kingdom of Immortals!"
Before Wang Ba could speak, Tang Ji hurriedly said,
"Senior Brother Yao, hurry and rescue the others, any later and it might be too late!"
Yao Wudi immediately furrowed his brows,
"Where?"
Tang Ji quickly told him a location.
However, he suddenly remembered that the other party was not good with directions and hesitated.
But at that moment, Wang Ba suddenly spoke,
"Master, protect my body; I’ll lead you there."
Yao Wudi was taken aback.
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Song State.
The Mountain Goblin Deity gently enclosed the periphery with its hands.
Herding the fleeing Da Jin Monks towards one place.
Its gaze fixed on the Qi Dynasty cultivators.
At the first sign of vulnerability from Da Jin’s people, It would take advantage of the opportunity to capture the Qi cultivators.
This required some patience.
Its gaze swept across the distance where an Infant Deity still fought with a White Tiger, a hint of mockery flashed in the deity’s eyes.
Such an inferior existence was does to dare compete with It for believers...
"Hmm?"
But at that moment, It suddenly detected a faint but familiar fluctuation, and Its eyes lit up, a playful expression appearing on Its face.
"Coming again?"
"Heh heh... Since you’ve come, don’t think about leaving again!"
The deity’s gaze immediately locked on to several white stones.
Indeed, the next moment, two silhouettes suddenly appeared from one of the white stones - two, two silhouettes!
The Mountain Goblin Deity was startled and involuntarily looked at the two figures.
And when It saw one of the figures, bare-chested, It was suddenly overtaken by a vague sense of unease.
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