The Convoy Regroups
Boom!
A bolt of purple-gold lightning tore through the air and struck the end of the long rainbow fiercely!
The blood mist surged violently, from which came a suppressed groan of pain, and a large amount of blood splattered in mid-air.
But the man in black robes never turned back. Instead, he used the blood mist to accelerate again, enveloping his two companions, and rushed out of the Valley in the blink of an eye!
"Asshole!"
Liu Erlong watched the receding blood-red light, his killing intent still lingering, and instinctively wanted to chase after it.
The array patterns beneath their feet trembled slightly.
"Erlong, hold on!"
Yu Xiaogang quickly spoke up.
Liu Erlong paused, forced to regain his Soul Power and watch helplessly as the streak of blood-red light disappeared into the distance.
After the Trinity Martial Soul Fusion Skill is activated, their physical bodies must maintain the formation and cannot move at will.
Although the Sanpao can fight outside the Array Seal, they are still limited by distance.
The opponent was focused on escaping and used the escape Soul Skill granted by the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, breaking out of the attack range in a short time.
Even if they dispel the fusion technique and try to catch up at this point, it will be too late.
Yu Xiaogang slowly exhaled, his mental energy still focused on his surroundings.
The black-robed man's aura was rapidly fading away, and the other two weak auras also disappeared along with it, clearly indicating that he had truly escaped.
Nine-Colored Giant Dragon hovered above the Array Seal, the thunder and fire gradually subsided, and only the sound of the wind remained in the Valley.
After waiting a while longer and confirming that the other party had not returned, Yu Xiaogang slowly released the hand seal.
"Receive!"
Buzz!
The golden array patterns beneath the three people's feet gradually dimmed, and the pyramid-shaped protective shield then dissipated into specks of light.
High in the sky, the nine-colored radiance on Sanpao's body gradually faded, and the enormous dragon body returned to the appearance of Golden Sacred Dragon.
It let out a low growl, then transformed into golden light and returned to Yu Xiaogang's side.
With the Soul Power connection severed, Flender's shoulders relaxed, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath.
Yu Xiaogang slowly lowered his hands, his forehead already beaded with sweat.
His previous Bone Armor Avatar had already consumed a lot of energy, and then he used the Martial Soul Fusion Skill. After a series of battles, he had very little Soul Power left in his body.
Liu Erlong reached out and supported his arm, her gaze still fixed on the direction the man had fled.
"Too bad, they got away."
Yu Xiaogang shook his head.
"Check on the wounded first; we'll deal with the others later."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze back to the crowd waiting behind him.
Amidst the rubble, soldiers were still calling out, searching for their wounded comrades.
The three quickly returned to the convoy.
The once orderly line was now in complete chaos.
Several carriages were moved to the back of the Valley, and soldiers were leading and calming the frightened horses.
Several blankets were spread out by the roadside, and the wounded were carried onto them one after another. Some people covered their wounds and groaned softly, while others had already fainted and could only be judged to be alive by the slight rise and fall of their chests.
Tang San and Oscar were crouching among the wounded.
"Little Ao, give me another one."
"Here it comes, First Soul Skill, Cute and Fragrant Tender Tofu!"
Oscar conjured another block of tofu and handed it to the taxi driver who was helping out.
"This one can still swallow. Feed him first, don't rush, take your time."
Tang San pressed down on the shoulder of another soldier, slowly channeling his Soul Power into him from his fingertips to stabilize his injuries before having someone else bandage him.
Dugu Yan was also helping to check the wound.
Several taxi drivers who had been grazed by the black fog still had blackened wounds, and she dared not let anyone else touch them.
Upon seeing the three return, Xiao Wu, who was guarding the carriage, immediately went to greet them.
"Teacher! Teacher's wife!"
She ran over and scanned the group, making sure there were no obvious wounds before she breathed a sigh of relief.
Are you alright?
"Fine."
Yu Xiaogang smiled and shook his head, then looked at the wounded.
"How's the situation?"
Zhao Wuji walked over, his usual smile gone.
"The children were unharmed. The teachers from several colleges reacted quickly and took them to the back immediately."
As he spoke, he glanced back at the roadside.
"Many soldiers were wounded, especially those at the front..."
Yu Xiaogang followed his gaze.
A little further away, several bodies had been placed together, covered with cloth.
Two soldiers stood nearby, looking down to identify their companion and carefully putting away their belongings one by one.
Yu Xiaogang remained silent for a moment, then strode towards the wounded.
The attack came too suddenly, and the two Fallen Soul Master were both Titled Douluo, leaving the taxi drivers at the front with almost no chance to resist.
Fortunately, the three of them acted in time, stopping the ensuing battle and preventing further casualties.
Many taxi drivers whose injuries looked horrifying managed to survive after receiving treatment.
"Teacher."
Tang San noticed him approaching and looked up. "Most people's injuries have stabilized, but a few have lost a lot of their vital energy and are very weak, needing rest."
Yu Xiaogang nodded, bent down to examine one of the wounded, and then took out several bottles of medicine from his Wishful Hundred Treasure Pouch.
"Take these and use them, first to help the seriously injured."
Tang San took the medicine bottle and immediately distributed it to the people helping him.
Just then, a series of heavy footsteps came from the side.
The commanding general walked over, supported by his deputy.
His armor had been removed, and several purplish-blue finger marks remained on his neck; his face was almost bloodless.
I had only walked such a short distance when cold sweat was already beading on my forehead.
"Grandmaster Yu, Dean Liu, Dean Fu..."
He stopped in front of the three men, shook off his deputy's support, and was about to bow in respect.
Yu Xiaogang reached out and supported him.
"General, there's no need for that. Your body can't take it yet. Please sit down."
"I must thank you for this kindness."
The general's voice was hoarse, and he couldn't help but cough twice halfway through his sentence.
"If it weren't for the timely intervention of the three of you, not only me, but probably the entire team would have been..."
He didn't finish his sentence. Before setting off, he thought that with himself leading the way and teachers from several academies accompanying him, they would be able to reach Spirit City safely.
Who would have thought that they would encounter three Fallen Soul Master at the Titled Douluo level!
Liu Erlong waved his hand.
"Alright, we can talk about thanking you later. Take care of yourself first. If you stand like that any longer, we'll have to carry you back later."
The general gave a wry smile, and ultimately did not force himself to continue. He helped his deputy to slowly sit down on a rock to the side.
Yu Xiaogang looked at his deputy beside him.
"Send a few people to count the casualties, see if anyone has been missed. The road ahead is blocked by rubble, we need to clear that first."
The deputy nodded quickly. "Someone has already been arranged to go."
"Also, report what happened here as soon as possible."
Yu Xiaogang's expression became more serious.
"I see."
This goes far beyond the scope of a typical attack.
He beckoned two soldiers over, whispered a few words to them, and then looked at Yu Xiaogang again.
"Grandmaster, please rest as well. We'll handle the rest."
Yu Xiaogang did not refuse.
After a series of battles, he definitely needs to recover his Soul Power as soon as possible.