NOVPUBFour streaks of light flashed by.
No one saw the movements clearly.
And the next moment, the Mountain Goblin Deity, held tightly in the palm of Yao Wudi, suddenly let out a painful howl.
Wang Ba hurriedly looked over, only to be shocked to see that the limbs of the Mountain Goblin Deity had directly fallen off, and before they hit the ground, they were burnt to ashes.
Another streak of light dove into its mouth, cleanly severing its tongue.
The Mountain Goblin Deity struggled frantically but immediately dared not to howl anymore.
Yao Wudi slightly narrowed his eyes as he looked at Senior Brother Pang, who, in turn, said calmly:
"This Mountain Goblin Deity flaunted its physical prowess, and its abilities mainly lied in its hands. I have cut off its limbs and reduced its incense fire Divine Power by ninety percent. It would take at least a hundred years for it to recover... Though this cannot compensate for the loss of our fellow sect members, given the current situation, Junior Brother should be aware of the urgent matters the Sect Master and the Elders are preoccupied with. If we are really forced into battle..."
"Junior Brother, let it keep its life for now."
"I promise, one day, without your intervention, I will personally take its life!"
But Yao Wudi coldly said:
"Is this your idea, or is this Xun’s instruction?"
Senior Brother Pang was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice:
"While this is Elder Xun’s instruction, I also agree with this course of action."
"Huh, hasn’t he always been in favor of war? Why is he now scared?" 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝘤𝑜𝘮
"Fine then! Since Senior Brother has said so..."
Yao Wudi slowly opened his right hand.
The Mountain Goblin Deity, who had barely restrained from crying out, immediately revealed a look of ecstatic relief.
The Nascent Soul Cultivators on his left palm, despite understanding after hearing the conversation between the two, couldn’t help but show a hint of discontent on their faces.
A trace of relief and emotion also appeared on Senior Brother Pang’s face.
"After stepping into the Divine Transformation Level, Junior Brother’s temperament has indeed become much steadier... Junior Brother! What are you doing!"
Senior Brother Pang’s face suddenly changed color.
Yao Wudi’s expression remained calm as he clenched his right hand once more.
Divine Patterns surged, rapidly eroding the Mountain Goblin Deity’s flesh, blood, and bone...
Almost in the blink of an eye.
The Evil God from the Kingdom of Immortals disintegrated into a puddle of flesh mixed with bone fragments under the movement of Yao Wudi’s palm.
He carelessly tossed it aside.
It merely vanished into thin air halfway down.
Above the sky, blood rained down heavily.
A sorrowful cry echoed for thousands of miles.
A shadow of the Mountain Goblin howled tragically amidst the blood rain, only to quietly disperse...
Yet Yao Wudi did not stop there, casually wiping his hand on the ground before pointing towards the distance.
Soon.
In the distant sky, the blood rain wavered as the silhouette of the Infant Deity disintegrated inch by inch amidst the blood rain.
After doing all this, Yao Wudi gently placed the people on his left hand down.
Looking at the young Cultivator named Pang, he appeared relaxed:
"Sorry, Senior Brother Pang, but my Dao-heart does not allow it."
Senior Brother Pang glanced at where the Mountain Goblin Deity used to be and at the distant blood rain, shook his head silently, and sighed deeply.
"You...sigh! Take care of yourself!"
After that, he stepped towards the direction of Chen State.
In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared from sight.
After the young Cultivator named Pang left, Yao Wudi flashed beside everyone, and Wang Ba quickly distributed spirit food and Elixirs to everyone.
All the Nascent Soul Cultivators struggled to pay their respects to Yao Wudi:
"Thank you, Martial Uncle Yao!"
"Thank you, Senior Brother Yao..."
It was rare for Yao Wudi, often shunned by people and dogs alike, to be treated so gratefully. He couldn’t help but be a bit proud of himself, and with a smile, he took the healing pills from Wang Ba and began to dispel them for the Nascent Soul Cultivators one by one.
The group was pleasantly surprised.
They also paid their respects to Wang Ba, their faces showing gratitude:
"Thank you, Right Enforcer!"
"Thank you, Junior Brother Wang!"
The scene of Wang Ba risking his own safety to save people had been witnessed by everyone; it was also he who brought Yao Wudi, which led to their rescue.
Therefore, even though the Cultivators had not been very supportive of Wang Ba at first, their opinions had now completely shifted, and they were immensely grateful to him.
However, Wang Ba himself felt a bit ashamed.
The three people he had previously saved were actually the ones he was most familiar with.
In fact, if Yao Wudi had not arrived, he was prepared to follow Song Dongyang’s words and give up trying to rescue others.
After all, his continuous use of the Body Sealing Art with Cultivators whose realms were far beyond his own was taking a toll far beyond what he had imagined.
Another rescue attempt, although it had a certain chance of success, was more likely to fail.
And failure would surely mean death.
After all, it was under the watchful eye of an Evil God of the Divine Transformation Level that he was stealing people away; the previous success was entirely due to catching it by surprise.
But these words, amidst the joyous atmosphere of surviving a disaster, ultimately remained unspoken.
Seeing everyone in stable condition, he hesitated for a moment before flying towards a distant location.
In a short while, he saw the White Tiger lying on the ground.
But at this moment, it would be more appropriate to call it the Blood Tiger.
Its body was no longer visible in good condition anywhere, and the blood had even soaked the surrounding ground into a small pond.
The injuries were even more severe than the last time in the West Sea Country.
However, to Wang Ba’s astonishment, this Hybrid White Tiger, though grievously injured, was still not dead.
The red glow in its eyes had dimmed, revealing a faint hint of spirituality.
"Is this Spirit Beast also yours?! Quite extraordinary, while it is Class IV, it seems to be able to disregard the Dao Domain..."
Yao Wudi’s figure quietly appeared beside Wang Ba, unable to help but look at Wang Ba with surprise.
