Teleportation

"Once the disciples of Nine Star Kui Island arrive, you'll all die!"

Huangfu Ziyang gritted his teeth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted harshly.

The spirit boots beneath his feet blazed with light, while the power of thunder within his Spirit Meridian surged. He had no intention of stubbornly fighting to the death. If he wanted to leave, no one could stop him.

Being driven away in a sorry state by a band of Rogue Cultivators would cost him face, but that was still better than dying here.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Xu Yan's flying swords immediately missed their mark. Thunder coiled around Huangfu Ziyang's feet, and in the span of a breath, he had flown thirty feet away at lightning speed.

"I can't afford to get entangled with him for too long."

Xu Yan thought.

The other disciples of Nine Star Kui Island were already on their way. If this dragged on, Xu Yan and the others would be the ones fleeing once they arrived.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, this man is too fast. Why don't we stop pursuing him and use the Teleportation Array to get out of here first?"

The Rogue Cultivators thought the same. After the battle, everyone had expended much of their mana and suffered injuries to varying degrees.

Just then, a rumbling sound came from the distance.

That was where Murong Yan had been fighting the three Demon Cultivators. Dust billowed into the sky, and the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves blotted out the heavens, making everyone's hearts tremble.

A few breaths later, Tushan Jing, covered in blood, came flying toward them with a Kui Ox. The Kui Ox was badly injured too, its eyes brimming with ferocity.

As for the other Kui Ox, it was clearly dead.

The two demons were about to collide head-on with Huangfu Ziyang, who was fleeing in disarray, thunder beneath his feet and his long black hair whipping wildly.

Tushan Jing's pupils contracted. Without a word, he launched a fierce attack!

The power of his bloodline surged once more, almost to the point of burning his essence blood. His sharp fox claws ripped through the air as he struck straight at Huangfu Ziyang.

Huangfu Ziyang was horrified. This demon's attack was even more powerful than Xu Yan's Primordial Chaos Palm had been, and it was faster, too.

After unleashing the attack, Tushan Jing's face paled.

At the critical moment, the golden light of Huangfu Ziyang's Mystic Treasure robe blazed again, and a barrier enveloped him.

Mystic Treasure artifacts possessed tremendous power, but their uses were limited. Xu Yan's Furnace-Splitting Hammer, for instance, could be used no more than five times before it broke.

Boom!

The fox claws slammed down. The golden barrier held for only two breaths before shattering and fading like ripples. The tyrannical mana followed close behind, smashing the Mystic Treasure to pieces!

The robe had been activated over and over again, and had finally reached its limit.

"Ugh!"

Huangfu Ziyang cried out in pain and horror.

A terrifying, razor-sharp force struck his chest. His robes were torn to shreds, leaving five bloody gashes across his chest, deep enough to expose his bones and meridians. Blood streamed everywhere.

If not for the Mystic Treasure robe and the strength of his Sixth Pulse Opening Stage body, his heart and lungs would have been ripped out!

Huangfu Ziyang's face was deathly pale. He bit through his lip, offered up his essence blood, and used an escape art to drive his spirit boots, fleeing at full speed.

He was incredibly fast!

Tushan Jing was about to pursue him, but Xu Yan immediately called out to stop him.

"Fellow Daoist Tushan, don't chase a desperate foe!"

Hearing him, the two demons quickly regained their composure and did not give chase. Even if they had, they would not have caught up.

That young master had fled at breakneck speed and had already vanished into the distance.

Once the battle had ended, everyone counted their numbers.

Xu Yan's group had lost six people, leaving only nine Rogue Cultivators.

On Tushan Jing's side, one Kui Ox had died. Of the four Nine Star Kui Island disciples who had fought them, however, only Murong Yan had escaped. The other three were dead.

After tidying up the battlefield, everyone divided the spirit wealth and Spirit Treasures in the Qiankun Bags.

"Let's go. We can't stay here!"

Xu Yan said at once.

With that, the group hurried to the site of the Ancient Teleportation Array.

Dragon Head Mountain's waters flowed around thirteen subsidiary peaks that encircled the main peak. The spiritual currents of heaven and earth here were complex. A waterfall of spiritual power poured down from the summit, branching into a hundred streams that flowed in every direction.

They wasted no time. Xu Yan and the others had no idea when the main force of Nine Star Kui Island might arrive.

The eleven of them each chose a small mountain and sat down.

Xu Yan spread out his divine sense and used the Edict Script to locate the array's core. He immediately brought his palms together, sending forth a mighty torrent of Primordial Chaos Mana. The others joined in, working together to activate the array.

The more people there were, the faster they could activate the formation.

Xu Yan observed the mountains and rivers around them beginning to shift, their scenery growing blurry. This Teleportation Array, formed through the natural workings of heaven and earth, was wondrous beyond compare.

Half an incense stick's time passed.

From every direction, thick fog surged toward them, accompanied by howling winds.

Xu Yan looked down and saw dense array patterns forming beneath the spot where he sat. The scenery around them was imperceptibly receding. Heaven and earth changed color, and yin and yang turned upside down.

The next moment, the world spun.

One after another, the group vanished from where they sat.

Before long, the area had returned to stillness.

An incense stick later, the sound of people flying through the air came from the distance. A large group arrived, numbering at least twenty.

At their head was naturally Huangfu Ziyang. He had not even changed his tattered Daoist robe, and his hair hung loose, leaving him in a wretched state. Seeing the calm surroundings, his face darkened to the extreme.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he spotted the Ancient Teleportation Array. Traces of its power still lingered there.

Huangfu Ziyang immediately flew over, and Murong Yan followed close behind, as if deep in thought.

"The array can still be used. Murong Yan, come with me and chase them down!" Huangfu Ziyang barked.

Murong Yan studied him from behind, his expression darkening. Then he took a pill from his Qiankun Bag and said, "Young Master, you should recover from your injuries first."

Huangfu Ziyang drew a deep breath, snatched the pill from Murong Yan's hand, and swallowed it.

He sat down and tried to refine the pill, only to discover that, despite looking full of energy, it yielded not a trace of Mystic Qi.

He whipped around. Murong Yan was already attacking him, his face dark as he wielded the Great Banner. Its power enveloped Huangfu Ziyang's Dao Body, leaving him unable to move.

In the distance behind them, more than a dozen disciples saw Murong Yan make his move and followed suit, suddenly attacking the disciples beside them.

"Murong Yan, what are you doing?!" Huangfu Ziyang's eyes widened as he shouted.

He was gravely wounded and nearly out of mana, and his Mystic Treasure robe had been destroyed. This was the moment he was most vulnerable. Murong Yan had struck without hesitation, wielding immense power. Clearly, he had held back during the battle just moments ago.

"Don't worry, Young Master. I'll see that you get justice," Murong Yan said with a sinister laugh. "This is a rare opportunity. I can only ask you to die first!"

As his voice fell, dozens of fiends poured out of Murong Yan's black banner, shrieking savagely as they tore into Huangfu Ziyang.

Pitiful screams rang out across the mountain peak.

In less than ten breaths, Huangfu Ziyang's flesh had been devoured, leaving only a skeleton.

Still unsatisfied, Murong Yan struck with his palm, reducing the young master's bones to dust.

Expressionless, he turned to look. The men he had stationed there had already launched their ambush, and members of the Huangfu Clan had been killed as well. The scene stretched far and wide.

The fiends from the black banner descended upon them, devouring their flesh until not a trace remained.