The group rode Talisman Birds through the forest, temporarily withdrawing from Azure Cloud Ridge.
Chu He brought up the rear, his heart still filled with shock. He knew Ji An had already comprehended the Minor Cloud and Rain Art to the perfected level, and he had likely practiced the Geng Metal Finger for less than two years.
Chen Moxuan heard shrill ape cries from behind, followed by ape cries rising and falling one after another, brimming with violent savagery.
The corners of his mouth curled up as he chuckled. "Hehe. To the beast pack, the death of an Eighth Layer of Qi Condensation Green Wood Ape was no small loss."
He thought of the vast number of Azure Spirit Fruits they could harvest if they wiped out this troop of ape demons, and his heart grew increasingly fervent.
The group flew four or five li out of Azure Cloud Ridge and landed in a somewhat open clearing. At the center of the clearing lay a giant moss-covered boulder as tall as a person.
Jiang Qiuyue's cheeks flushed crimson as she hurriedly asked:
"Junior Brother Ji, I have a question. Can the mid-grade talismans you draw reach the same level of power as your spells?"
The others' gazes also grew heated. If his talismans could reach the same level, the odds of success for their decapitation operation would be even greater.
"The Geng Metal Talismans are slightly weaker than the spells I cast myself, but not by much."
Chen Moxuan's eyes flickered as he said in a deep voice:
"Junior Brother, lend me a talisman for a test.
"It isn't that I don't trust you. The next operation concerns everyone's lives, so we have no choice but to be cautious."
"A careful ship sails for ten thousand years. As the captain,