Chen Lin gathered his scattered thoughts, rose to his feet, used his mind power to control the treasured sword, then gripped its hilt and dragged it up onto the branch of the giant tree.
Once he had steadied himself, Chen Lin secretly resolved that when he had time in the future, he would definitely practice sword flight properly. Otherwise, being dragged along by his sword was truly beneath the elegant bearing of a Sword Immortal.
As Chen Lin turned his gaze toward the battlefield between the bulls and dogs, the Cold Moon Flying Daggers at his lower back rose one after another and began circling around him.
After his divine soul had undergone a qualitative leap last time, the number of flying daggers he could control precisely had increased from three to six.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The six flying daggers instantly shot toward the Spotted Scale Hounds like lightning-swimming dragons.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
Spirit Artifact-grade flying daggers against Demon Soldier-grade demon beasts were simply a crushing blow across dimensions.
The Spotted Scale Hounds' incomparably hard skulls were like tofu before the Cold Moon Flying Daggers. As the daggers pierced through, brain matter scattered across the ground.
Under Chen Lin's spiritual power, the daggers that had pierced through the Spotted Scale Hounds' skulls continued their slaughter, shooting toward the other spotted scale dogs at astonishing speed.
When the other Spotted Scale Hounds saw their companions' brains inexplicably splatter everywhere, panic filled their scarlet beast eyes. They barked madly in all directions, searching for the enemy's whereabouts.
"After adding points to my mind power, not only has its control range increased, but even its force has increased this much?" Chen Lin was also stunned by the effect of the attack before him.
Still, though he was somewhat surprised, his attacks did not stop.
The six Cold Moon Flying Daggers were like ghostly roaming dragons. In less than a minute, not only did the Spotted Scale Hounds lose their heads, but the three White Jade Horned Bulls lost theirs as well.
[Slaughter Points +3] [Slaughter Points +3] [Slaughter Points +2] [Slaughter Points +3] ...
Messages of Slaughter Points being credited kept appearing in his mind.
Glancing at the demon beast corpses littering the ground, Chen Lin's lips curled up. Gripping his sword hilt, he flew toward the site of the bull-dog battle.
After landing, Chen Lin looked at the ground covered in blood and brain matter and clicked his tongue in admiration. "Spirit Masters truly are the strongest and most cowardly profession. If I had used my longsword to fight these demon beasts in close combat, not only would I have been nowhere near as efficient, I might even have suffered a few minor injuries. But a Spirit Master is different. Just squat in a tree and control a few flying daggers—swish, swish, swish—and in less than a quarter of an hour, so many demon beasts are dealt with. It feels incredible!"
After marveling at the might of Spirit Masters, Chen Lin swiftly gathered the materials from the demon beasts around the area.
Once he had collected all the demon beast materials, Chen Lin looked at the sky, which had already gone completely dark, and immediately turned back.
Although he was now a mid-stage Martial Master, and killing Demon Soldier-grade demon beasts was as easy as slicing melons and chopping vegetables, he still did not dare wander the wilderness at night when it had already been mostly cleared out.
Otherwise, if his luck turned bad and he encountered a wild Demon General-grade demon beast that had fled here, he would be chanting Amitabha!
Such things were not nonexistent. They happened often.
Especially within regions where humans lived—even though they had been cleared time and again by numerous forces, powerful demon beasts would still occasionally emerge and attack the cities where humans lived, bringing enormous disasters upon humanity.
That was also the fundamental reason why most human cities forbade civilians without cultivation from leaving the city.
He raced like wind and lightning. A journey that had taken him nearly half an hour on the way here took Chen Lin less than two quarters of an hour on the return, and he soon made it back to camp.
At this time, everyone else in the camp had already sat cross-legged and begun cultivating.
Chen Lin's return did not draw much attention from the others. Only Wu Fan noticed the six additional white jade bull horns on Chen Lin's back and his noticeably fuller backpack, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes.
As the night grew darker, the howls of demon beasts occasionally rang out across the wilderness, adding a touch of bustle to the silent night.
Whoosh!
A piercing sound tore through the air and split the night sky.
Bang!
A massive hammer blocked the arrow that had been aimed at Chen Lin.
"Enemy attack! Everyone, prepare for battle!"
Zhu Wei appeared in front of Chen Lin, staring vigilantly into the distant black night sky.
"Which bastard dared ambush us for no reason?" Wang Ming gripped his saber, his eyes fixed fiercely in the direction from which the arrow had come, his voice filled with hatred.
Chen Lin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, secretly thinking how close it had been.
He had actually discovered the arrow that tore through the night sky toward him when it was still over a hundred meters away.
He had originally intended to roll away and dodge, but the arrow flew far too fast. From the moment he noticed it to the moment it reached him, less than a second had passed.
In such a short time, he simply could not evade it. In his desperation, Chen Lin instinctively used his mind power to obstruct the arrow layer by layer, greatly reducing its speed.
That gave Zhu Wei the chance to use his massive hammer to block the arrow that would have killed him.
Otherwise, he would probably have been chanting Amitabha.
"Fuck, I almost went home to my ancestors!" Chen Lin stared hard in the direction the arrow had flown from and could not help cursing bitterly.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Four more arrows flew one after another through the pitch-black night, aimed respectively at Zhu Wei, Li Fei, Wu Fan, and Wang Ming.
"Put out the campfire!" He Yanjun shouted to Jiang Tianyu, who was closest to the fire.
Hearing that, Jiang Tianyu immediately swept his spear out, directly snuffing out the blazing campfire.
Chen Lin's vision instantly went black, plunging him into brief blindness.
The four people under attack had been prepared. They either blocked with their weapons or flashed aside to evade.
Only Wu Fan, whose strength was insufficient, barely avoided being struck by an arrow with the aid of He Yanjun's longsword.
After the campfire went out, no more arrows came.
After waiting for quite some time, Zhu Wei finally said, "That group has left! Everyone pack up. We're changing locations to rest!"
"Boss, did anyone see clearly who those people were?" Wu Fan, who had nearly been shot through by an arrow, asked angrily.
"The other side had about the same number as our team—seven people. As for who they were, they were too far away to see clearly." Zhu Wei shook his head and answered helplessly.
"Looks like our journey back to Bridgehead will have some ripples in it!" He Yanjun said to Zhu Wei with a grave expression.
"Since they dared attack us, they'd better be prepared to die! Tonight, we'll have a proper fight with these traitors to humanity!" Zhu Wei snarled, fury filling his eyes.
Chen Lin gazed into the black night sky before him, a chilling Killing Intent surfacing in his eyes.
Having come so close to death for the first time filled him with rage.
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