Lin Yuan's eyelid twitched lightly when he heard those words.
Deep within his Innate Spiritual Perception.
That sense of danger had not vanished just because West Qi had withdrawn its troops.
Instead, it grew ever clearer.
He looked at the figures retreating in the distance, their withdrawal a little too decisive.
His brows slowly knitted together.
They had retreated too smoothly.
As if they were deliberately inviting pursuit.
Meanwhile, Wang Mo in midair had already raised his magic treasure.
"Trying to run?"
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Senior Brother Wang!"
Lin Yuan's voice suddenly came from behind him.
Wang Mo, who had been about to ride the clouds in pursuit, paused.
"What is it?"
Lin Yuan had already hurried over to the four of them.
"Don't chase them."
Gao Yougan looked back at the West Qi Qi Practitioners who were retreating.
"Junior Brother."
"Those people have already been defeated."
"If we catch up now, we can crush their fighting spirit once more."
Lin Yuan shook his head.
"They lost too quickly."
"And their retreat is far too orderly."
"Those last few clearly still had the strength to fight, yet they withdrew almost simultaneously."
Yang Sen's expression shifted.
"You suspect they're luring us in?"
"Yes."
Lin Yuan nodded.
"At the very least, it's possible."
Wang Mo frowned.
"So what if there's an ambush?"
"The four of us are together. Can they really swallow all of us?"
There was nothing wrong with that statement.
The Four Sages of Nine-Dragon Island were now fighting together.
Ordinary Immortals would not dare provoke them at all.
Yet that was precisely the problem.
Lin Yuan only vaguely remembered the four men's predetermined paths to death, but one thing was clear.
They had later been defeated one by one.
The four of them were formidable when united.
Once the battlefield separated them.
The danger would immediately soar.
"Senior Brothers."
Lin Yuan spoke seriously.
"From today onward, we can pursue our enemies."
"But no matter what happens, none of you should chase after them alone."
Wang Mo was somewhat puzzled.
"Why?"
"I can't explain it."
Lin Yuan simply brought out the most convenient reason.
"My spiritual perception."
"Ever since entering the battlefield, I've constantly sensed calamity aura around the four of you."
"Especially just now, when Senior Brother Wang was about to chase them. At that instant, the sense of danger was strongest."
At those words.
The four men's expressions finally grew much more serious.
They all knew that when Lin Yuan saved Biyun, it had been because of some unusual warning sign.
Shiji had later avoided a direct deathmatch with Taiyi for the same reason: Lin Yuan's judgment.
This kid's spiritual perception.
So far, it truly had not been wrong.
Li Xingba stroked his chin.
"So we don't chase them?"
Lin Yuan looked back into the distance.
"We do."
"But all four of you go together."
Wang Mo immediately grinned.
"Now that's more like it."
"I thought you were going to have us stand here and watch them run away."
The four men once again rode the clouds forward.
This time, they noticeably closed ranks.
Wang Mo also casually brought Lin Yuan along.
His escape speed was still his weak point.
If he truly pursued them on his own.
By the time he arrived, his senior brothers might already have finished the second round of fighting.
The West Qi Qi Practitioners ahead saw Wang Mo and the others pursuing them and accelerated further.
One side gave chase while the other fled.
Before long, they had left the main battlefield between the two armies far behind.
The surrounding terrain gradually grew more complicated.
The fluctuations of spiritual energy also began to turn chaotic.
Lin Yuan's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
Something was wrong.
There was definitely a problem.
Just then.
The fleeing men ahead suddenly split in two directions.
One Qi Practitioner, the one with the most severe injuries, deliberately slowed down.
A sharp glint flashed through Wang Mo's eyes.
"I'll take that one!"
As he spoke, he prepared to accelerate.
Lin Yuan grabbed his Daoist robe.
"Senior Brother!"
"What now?"
Wang Mo was somewhat helpless.
This junior brother was good in every way.
But ever since coming to the battlefield, he had acted like an old mother.
Afraid the four of them would get lost.
"Don't split up."
Lin Yuan pointed at the enemy deliberately lagging behind ahead.
"Attack him."
"Everyone goes together."
Wang Mo: "..."
Gao Yougan could not help laughing.
"The four of us are chasing one man?"
"Do we want any dignity at all?"
Lin Yuan looked entirely composed.
"Between your life and your dignity, which would you choose, Senior Brother?"
Gao Yougan paused.
"My life."
"Then there you have it."
Lin Yuan spoke as if it were only natural.
"This is already the Investiture of the Gods Calamity. Why bother with the rules of the martial world?"
"Why duel one-on-one when we can gang up on them?"
"If you truly want fairness, go back to Golden Turtle Island, set up an arena, and fight slowly."
The four men looked at each other.
In the end, they actually found his words quite reasonable.
"Fine."
Wang Mo waved a broad hand.
"All four of us together!"
The West Qi Qi Practitioner who had deliberately fallen behind clearly had not expected it.
The four Kowloon Island experts had absolutely no burden of being experts.
They were all charging straight at him.
His expression instantly changed.
How could he dare keep pretending?
His escaping light suddenly surged.
He turned and fled.
"There really is something fishy."
Yang Sen sneered.
The four men simultaneously increased their speed.
Just as they were about to pursue him into Valley.
The sense of danger in Lin Yuan's heart suddenly exploded.
"Stop!"
Boom!
Almost the instant Lin Yuan shouted.
A vast expanse of Jade Clarity Immortal Light suddenly lit up within the previously tranquil Valley below.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was ripped apart in an instant.
An aura countless times more tyrannical than those West Qi Qi Practitioners suddenly rose from the depths of Valley.
Golden Immortal pressure!
Lin Yuan's pupils contracted sharply.
The Four Sages of Nine-Dragon Island also halted their escape lights at once.
The next moment.
A massive hand of magical power that blotted out the sky had already reached out from the depths of Valley.
It struck directly at Wang Mo, who was at the front!
"There really is an ambush!"
Yang Sen roared.
The four men attacked almost at the same time.
Four streams of immortal light crashed head-on into that enormous palm.
Rumble!
Terrifying shockwaves swept in every direction.
Several surrounding mountain peaks shattered on the spot.
Even with Wang Mo's magical power shielding him behind, Lin Yuan felt a heaviness in his chest.
In their first clash.
The Four Sages of Nine-Dragon Island were all forced back dozens of zhang.
But the massive hand of dharma power opposite them was shattered by the four of them through brute force.
The immortal light above Valley dispersed.
A middle-aged Daoist in jade-colored robes slowly appeared.
The Jade Clarity Immortal Light of the Elucidation Sect was unmistakable around him.
Wang Mo narrowed his eyes.
"A Golden Immortal of the Elucidation Sect?"
"No wonder you dared wait for us here."
The Daoist ignored Wang Mo.
Instead, he glanced at the four men's positions, a clear flicker of regret passing through his eyes.
His original plan had been to use the defeated soldiers to lure the four apart.
As long as one of them had chased into Valley first,
he could have struck without warning with his cultivation.
In an instant, he could have severely wounded—or even directly slain—him.
Who would have thought that these four fellows from Kowloon Island, whose tempers had always been more explosive than the next, had suddenly grown brains today?
The four of them had stayed bunched together the entire way.
Even when chasing one injured man, the damn four of them had chased him together.
What kind of new tactic was this?
The Elucidation Sect Golden Immortal swept his gaze over them.
At last, it settled on Lin Yuan, whose cultivation was the lowest.
"Were you the one who told them to stop just now?"
Lin Yuan immediately revealed a friendly smile.
"Senior."
"Your ambush was a little too obvious."
The other man's face darkened.
But Wang Mo burst out laughing.
"Hahaha!"
"Well said, Junior Brother."
As the laughter died down,
the immortal light of the magic treasure in his hand had already flared to life.
Yang Sen and the other two likewise stepped forward.
The killing trap originally laid within Valley
had, at this moment, suddenly become—
four against one.
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