Beyond Taihang to the West

734: Beyond Taihang to the West

When Xiao Muyun led the main force charging toward Falling Star Valley, the three fifth-tier cultivators of the Zhao Family's Blood Fiend Camp had already formed up at the valley entrance. Zhao Wushang, at their head, gave a vicious grin and struck the Blood Bell. The Nine-Bend Blood Fiend Formation activated in an instant—the ground split open with bloody fissures, and countless bloodied hands wreathed in black mist reached out from the cracks, clawing at the ankles of the Yan Family cultivators.

"Follow the plan!" Xiao Muyun tore off his mask, and dazzling golden light suddenly erupted from his palm. He crushed all the remaining golden bead fragments of the Jade Abacus, using his vital blood as a catalyst to lay down the [Star Constellation Immortal Trapping Formation] before the formation. "Hold them for the time it takes an incense stick to burn!"

At the same time, at the end of Dry Water Stream stood Black Wind Stronghold. Over there, the Thunder Pivot Seal in Zhang Yanqin's hand suddenly grew scorching hot. The youth raised his head toward the highest watchtower within the valley. A foreign cultivator wearing a hideous mask stood there.

Riding the Snow Wolf King, Zhang Yanqin suddenly blew the "Beast Taming Whistle" Wen Yuhan had given him. The whistle sounded like a young wolf's mournful cry, echoing through the silent valley. A commotion immediately swept through the Bone Tooth Shaman's formation of wolf cavalry.

"The shaman is sacrificing your pups!" Zhang Yanqin activated the "Language of Ten Thousand Beasts," his voice piercing through the red radiance of the Blood Moon Formation. "Turn against them now, and I'll guarantee your next generation of pups can grow up safely!"

A snow-white she-wolf suddenly broke free of its reins and charged toward the