(Updates are starting up again. I'm not a full-time writer, so there really isn't much I can do about the update schedule. To put it in a phrase, once you're in the martial world, your fate is no longer your own. I really have been very busy lately, so please bear with me. I'll stick with this book until it's finished!)
"Second Uncle! Junior Brother Li, hurry inside! Don't worry about me!" Mu Dingping cried hastily at the sight, looking as though he was ready to face death without flinching.
"But... Junior Brother Li! Let's go!" A trace of hesitation flashed through Mu Qilong's eyes, but he dashed toward the blue opening as he called out urgently.
"Who are they?" Li Xiaoya stepped forward instead and helped Mu Dingping up, demanding loudly.
"Junior Brother Li! Hurry and go! There are too many of them!" Mu Dingping cried, struggling.
"Hmph! No need!" Li Xiaoya snorted coldly and stood his ground, an unaccountable fury rising within him.
"Junior Brother Li, you...!" Mu Qilong looked back and saw that Li Xiaoya had not followed him. He called out urgently, but an unexpected change suddenly occurred. With a rumbling crash, an earth wall erupted from the ground and blocked his path.
Mu Qilong stopped short. Alarm flared in his heart, and he hurriedly leaped backward again and again. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of explosions rang out as Mud Hands burst from the ground one after another, grabbing for his feet. Fortunately, none caught him, but when he stopped, he discovered that he had returned to Li Xiaoya's side. The spell had only been intended to drive him back, leaving him bitterly regretful.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! As Mu Qilong stopped, clothing whistled through the air. The cultivators had already formed a circle