Defection (5)
Using the power of the Shadow Armor, Li Mo quickly ran to one side, occasionally stopping to cough and catch his breath before continuing on his way. He knew his trick wouldn't last long, and he needed to get away as quickly as possible during the time he gained.
If he could, Li Mo could even endure the tearing pain in his lungs without resting, but he simply couldn't. If he kept running, he was afraid his lungs would give out, forcing him to faint. This also proved that belief is not everything; all belief is built upon the material foundation for its realization.
Various thoughts flashed through Li Mo did not stop running. He ran as fast as he could, completely disregarding any traces left behind. And in his ear, that malicious voice rang out again.
"Tsk tsk tsk, not bad at all. But I have some bad news for you. I can gradually sense the mark Ke Su your body, which means he's getting closer and closer to you."
"However, there is some good news. Members of the Shadow Cult are stationed not far away. If you are fast enough, you can escape there before the pursuers arrive. Then, they will hold off the pursuers from Holy Sight Mountain for you."
"For your own life, keep going!"
Li Mo's eyes had become completely blank, a testament to his complete focus on escaping. He had forgotten all distractions, broken through his own limitations, and finally spotted the Shadow Cult's camp in the distance, with his pursuers not far behind.
Li Mo didn't cry for help. In fact, given his current condition, if he were to shout, he would vomit a mouthful of blood and could even die suddenly. So Li Mo just hoped that the commotion would attract the attention of the Shadow Cult.
He had ignored everything else, his eyes only focused on that one goal: to run towards it and gain a chance to survive. That was what Li Mo thought, and that was what he did. Wisps of blue flames formed not far in front of him, Ling Piaoluo's figure appeared out of thin air. Without words or sighs, his actions were direct and straightforward; he drew his Short Blade and slashed down.
That's what Assassin is like. Once they've made up their mind, everything else becomes a distraction, something to be discarded. Li Mo stays, he's a menace and should be killed. So, once that thought is made, everything else should be abandoned.
Even if it was Li Wen's only son, who was as Li Wen as a brother to him, even if it was someone his daughter Ling Ge admired, even if he knew that Ke Su didn't want to kill him, even if he was shocked by Li Mo's current will, none of these things would make Ling Weiluo hesitate even a little bit when she swung her Short Blade.
The blade, tinged with pale blue flames, flew with unparalleled speed toward the charging Li Mo. The blade was reflected in Li Mo's bewildered eyes. He knew he couldn't dodge it. He had no strength left to stop, no strength left to think about anything else, not even the so-called memories of his death. His mind was a complete blank.
With a crisp sound, Li Mo's eyes narrowed and he fell forward, but a tall woman in a black dress gently caught Li Mo and continued to strike Li Mo chest without stopping, causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood. Although his heart pulse was weak, it was at least kept alive.
At this moment, Ling Weiluo narrowed his eyes. A person shrouded in Black Mist suddenly appeared in front of him, holding two Duckweed Crutch that blocked his sure-fire strike. The black mist enveloped the person's hands, keeping the pale blue flames on the blade at bay.
The person who stopped Ling Weiluo was in his twenties, holding Duckweed Crutch and wearing a black uniform. On the fluttering sleeves was a bright red armband with the same black sun as Li Mo's on his chest.
"The previous Assassin of Holy Sight Mountain's Dancing Blue Ling Piaoluo?" The man in black immediately recognized Ling Piaoluo's identity, and Ling Piaoluo, seeing the black aura emanating from the man's hands and body, also confirmed his identity. "The Shadow Cult!"
"I didn't expect you to have risen from the ashes again!" Ling Piaoluo's expression didn't change, but his eyes became even more serious. Back then, the members of the Shadow Cult didn't give him a good impression. What surprised him was the Shadow Cult's current strength.
Regardless of what others think, the young man's strength in blocking a full-force strike at the last second is enough to make people take notice. You have to know that although the Shadow Cult actually possessed some shadow power, their strength was not strong. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been driven back to their lair by these five people.
If it weren't for the leader-like figure inside consuming the Shadow Gem, it would have been just a routine crackdown on a cult. However, without that, they paid a heavy price for it.
Although a few members of the Shadow Cult escaped at that time, they were all ordinary members with weak strength. However, no one expected that ten years later, it would make a comeback with a completely different strength. Moreover, from this young man's words, we can learn that they have a good understanding of the information about Holy Sight Mountain. So, their intentions are obvious.
A glance to the side revealed that the tall woman had already stabilized Li Mo's injuries and was now Li Mo her in a princess carry. The woman was tall and slender, dressed in a black dress, with a necklace shaped like the Black Day on her chest. Her long, smooth, and shiny black hair, along with the mole at the corner of her right eye, made her charm somewhat extraordinary.
Wearing black gauze gloves, she held Li Mo in her arms. As if noticing Ling Weiluo observing them, she smiled, her rosy lips parted, and she whispered, "Being distracted during battle is a big no-no!"
Ling Weiluo's expression flickered slightly, showing a hint of disorientation. She then quickly swung her Short Blade to block the black-uniformed man's Duckweed Crutch, but the black-uniformed man's knee, which was burning with black flames, had already struck Ling Piaoluo's abdomen.
"Hmm..." The man in the black uniform looked at Ling Weiluo, who had turned into blue flames and disappeared. After a moment of confusion, he flicked his Duckweed Crutch behind him and spun it around, deflecting several flying darts.
Ling Weiluo looked at the unharmed black uniform with a hint of regret. Ke Su him, Ke Su and the elders had caught up. Their gazes sharpened as they noticed the two people present, as well as the large group of cultists behind them, all bearing the black sun mark.
"The Shadow Cult / Holy Sight Mountain!"
The two sides uttered each other's names in a complicated manner, and the atmosphere became tense. Ling Weiluo's lips Ling Weiluo, and some sounds entered the ears of the leader, Ke Su. He glanced at the several people opposite him with obviously different auras, and then at Li Mo, who was being held in the arms of the woman in black and was still breathing.
"Let's go," Ke Su said solemnly, then immediately interrupted an elder's somewhat reluctant words, "I am the mountain lord, listen to me!"
And so the two groups stared at each other, with the final outcome being a decision to withdraw from Holy Sight Mountain.
After Grandpa and Grandma went to sleep, Xu Ming realized he still had time, so he sneaked back for an extra chapter. So, finally, 14/14, the extra chapters that lasted for half a month have come to an end. So, asking for a reward isn't too much to ask, is it? (Looking proud)