Chapter 544 - 459: Blood Spirit Ancestral Talisman (3)

Chapter 544: Chapter 459: Blood Spirit Ancestral Talisman (3)

Thinking of this, the two were both shocked and angry. At this moment, a series of clattering sounds rang out on the floor below, heading outside.

"He ran away. Let’s get out of the building first!" said the tall and strong cultivator.

The two quickly turned to leave, but just as they turned their bodies, the short and stout cultivator’s shield naturally shifted. In an instant, three black beams shot out and penetrated straight into the short and stout cultivator’s body!

He let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground. The tall and strong cultivator quickly turned his head, only to see a shadow disappearing into a circular hole in the floor.

The person didn’t leave at all! The footsteps earlier were just a deceptive tactic!

The tall and strong cultivator felt a chill run down his spine. In that instant, he felt as if cold eyes were watching him from all directions, realizing that he had become prey trapped in a snare.

He let out a loud shout and, not daring to descend the stairs normally, rushed to the window in a few steps. Using a Jade Pendant to protect himself, he flipped and leaped out of the window.

He had just begun to relish the freedom of the air outside the building when he saw a circle of red light flare up around the window ledge!

It’s a talisman trap!

With a loud explosion, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his defensive light shield was violently blown apart. A black beam then rose from below, precisely piercing his heart, killing him in the air.

From a third-floor window, Su Yan’s figure flashed by before disappearing again.

He carefully adjusted the arm crossbow on his arm, loading a few sharp poison-tipped black crossbow arrows into the talisman-covered crossbow body.

Since winning the competition and starting to practice the sect’s gifted "Golden Cyan Shadow True Technique," his stealth and ambush skills had become increasingly advanced. At this moment, as he walked on the creaky wooden floor, he was as light as a feather.

If one could hear his footsteps, it was merely a means of deceiving the enemy.

Su Yan looked worriedly at the near-collapsing Glazed Tower. Just as he was about to leave, he heard new sounds coming from outside the alchemy room.

So he turned lightly and melted into the darkness once more.

Like a spider, silently waiting for prey to enter the web.

...

On the other side of Lingsha City, Li Da clutched his wound, carefully crouching behind a broken wall.

He had injured his leg in the explosion of the floating battleship, making movement difficult, and had become separated from the main forces.

The priority now was to stay hidden and regroup with fellow disciples.

But...

Li Da took a breath, listening to the chaotic footsteps ahead. With a slight tremor in his fingertips, a small water mirror materialized on the ground outside the wall, reflecting the scene ahead. ℴ

A group of enemy cultivators. It seems this road is blocked; I need to find another way.

But just as Li Da was about to cautiously retreat, the scene in the water mirror suddenly shocked him.

Wait! They captured a Yunshan cultivator, that’s—

Wang Shitou!

Covered in blood, Wang Ruoyu had two short swords pierce through his clavicles, sealing his Qi Sea, and the enemies behind him forced him to kneel on the ground. Yet he stared fiercely at the enemies in front of him, showing no trace of fear.

"This kid’s got some skills," a cultivator said in a deep voice. "If he hadn’t fallen from the sky and gotten disoriented, he might have escaped."

"Seems like he’s an elite disciple of the Yunshan Sect," another cultivator said, stepping in front of Wang Ruoyu. "Hey! Take us to the Yunshan Sect’s treasures, and I’ll let you go."

But Wang Ruoyu glared at him angrily, remaining silent.

The cultivator grew angry, reversed his flying sword, and struck Wang Ruoyu’s face heavily with the hilt.

With a smack, Wang Ruoyu staggered, his face swelling up, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He roared with anger, struggling desperately, causing his wounds to rupture again, bleeding profusely. The two cultivators behind him could barely hold him down. Such ferocity made the leading cultivator frown deeply.

"Enough, kill him. Don’t waste time."

The sword-wielding cultivator nodded, his sword light flashing as he thrust toward those defiant, angry eyes.

Then came a loud explosion, and a building beside them burst into flames, forcing the sword-wielding cultivator to retract his sword and defend himself.

There were five enemy cultivators in total, and they immediately formed a defensive formation.