Escape

After confirming that the wounded man was being cared for, Liu Erlong accompanied him back to the carriage. Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and others also gathered around, and Dai Mubai even made way for the carriage door.

"Teacher, please get on the bus first."

"We've got your help with the Xiao San and Little Ao, so you don't need to worry."

Yu Xiaogang looked at everyone and nodded, saying, "Alright. Stay near the group and don't go deeper into the Valley."

"Knew."

Xiao Wu nodded repeatedly.

Only after Yu Xiaogang got into the car did the group return to the injured.

The team rested on the spot for a long time.

The gravel blocking the road was gradually cleared, and the damaged wheels were temporarily repaired.

Several colleges freed up some carriages to accommodate seriously wounded patients who could not ride horses, while the rest squeezed in or walked.

Once the last soldier returned to his unit, the convoy finally set off again.

The line was much quieter than before.

The soldiers gripped the reins, their eyes frequently glancing at the hillsides on either side.

Even after leaving the battlefield, no one dared to let their guard down.

Inside the Blue Tyrant Academy's carriage, Yu Xiaogang was already sitting cross-legged.

He closed his eyes and circulated his Soul Power. As his breathing gradually became steady, the nearly depleted Soul Power in his body finally began to slowly recover.

The fatigue that wasn't very noticeable during the battle was now surging up, making his shoulders, back, and arms feel heavy.

Bone Armor Avatar, Dance of Frenzied Battle, and finally, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

This time, he truly used all these methods in succession, and their power was indeed astonishing, but the consumption was also considerable.

Especially for the Bone Armor Avatar, if the battle is not ended within the limited time, it will be very passive to deal with other powerful enemies later.

Yu Xiaogang noted down these insights for the time being, calmed his mind, and focused on his recovery.

Liu Erlong sat beside him, and seeing his expression gradually soften, she gently put down the water glass in her hand.

Flender lifted the carriage curtain and glanced outside.

Zhao Wuji followed behind on horseback, with the carriages carrying the students beside him.

Noticing his gaze, Zhao Wuji raised his hand to indicate that everything was normal.

Flender nodded and lowered the curtain; no one spoke again in the carriage.

At the same time, in the far distance above a desolate forest, a streak of blood-black light suddenly swept past the treetops and plummeted crookedly to the ground.

Bang!

Mud flew everywhere, and the man in black robes staggered to the ground, his Both Legs buckling so badly he nearly collapsed to his knees.

The other two people, who were also enveloped in the black mist, fell down and crashed heavily to the side.

"Puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the strength he had been forcibly muster quickly dissipated. He leaned against a tree trunk and coughed repeatedly.

"Cough cough... Damn it!"

Blood dripped from between his fingers. He looked down at the wound on his chest, his face growing increasingly pale.

The flesh was charred black, and faint flashes of lightning still flickered deep within the wound.

He tried to circulate his Soul Power to expel it, but the lightning suddenly jolted, causing his shoulders and back to tense up in pain, and a bloody taste rose in his throat.

The man in black robes immediately stopped, no longer daring to forcibly expel the evil spirits.

"Yu Xiaogang actually has such a powerful figure by his side..."

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with barely suppressed anger.

"The intelligence is seriously flawed!"

A Six-Ring Soul Emperor, accompanied by two Soul Douluo —that was the information they received before setting off!

Sending out Demon Blood and Demon Shadow alone would have been safe enough.

He came along personally only out of concern for unforeseen circumstances along the way, and to be prepared to provide assistance if necessary.

To everyone's surprise, the two not only failed to take their target away, but were also beaten so badly that they were powerless to fight back!

When he finally made his move, he discovered that the woman was actually a level 96 Titled Douluo!

Although their Soul Power was only one level apart, one must know how enormous the difference is between level ninety-six and level ninety-seven. During the fight, the opponent's power was by no means weak, especially her terrifying flames, which even his black mist could not easily erode.

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad.

What truly terrified him was the Nine-Colored Giant Dragon that appeared at the end.

The image of those downward-looking vertical pupils flashed through the black-robed man's mind again, and his cheek twitched involuntarily.

Although he tried to counterattack by using his Soul Skill one after another, the situation had already slipped out of his control after the dragon appeared.

He was constantly being suppressed and beaten!

His Martial Soul was suppressed, the black mist was countered by lightning and fire, and even the circulation of his Soul Power became less smooth than usual.

That feeling was truly frustrating!

"What kind of Martial Soul Fusion Skill is this...?"

He muttered to himself, raised his hand to his chest, and his breathing became rapid.

Even with his extensive knowledge, he had never heard of such a giant dragon.

Multiple forces converged within the same body, yet there was no conflict between them, and their power was astonishing!

Although both are lightning and fire, the way that dragon unleashed them resulted in a far greater suppression of his own Martial Soul than usual.

If it weren't for the two Soul Skill granted by his ninth Soul Ring —one for direct confrontation and the other for escape—he would most likely have died in that Valley!

Thinking of this, he subconsciously turned around and focused his senses on the direction he had come from.

There was only the sound of the wind in the woods; there were no pursuers.

The man in black robes relaxed his tense shoulders slightly and slowly exhaled.

Thankfully... that woman didn't chase after us.

Just now in the Valley, he was able to fight her head-on, but now, with his injuries compounded and his blood escape technique forced upon him, his Soul Power is in complete disarray.

If that woman catches up with me now, I'm afraid I really might not be able to stop her.

He looked down at the two people beside him, his face growing increasingly gloomy.

The Demon Blood Soul Master lay supine on the ground, his chest rising and falling slightly, his face almost devoid of color.

The other person was in no better condition; charred robes clung to their wounds, and their arms, hanging limply at their sides, remained motionless.

These two were already seriously injured, and then they were caught in the blast from the dragon's attack. They are now unconscious.

"Two pieces of trash!"

The man in black cursed under his breath, but still bent down and reached out to check their breathing.

He's still alive, but if his injuries aren't treated quickly, even if he survives, it will take a lot of effort to recover.

He took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out the pills, swallowed two for himself first, then pried open the mouths of the two people and stuffed the pills into their mouths.

After doing all this, he leaned against the tree trunk for a moment to recover, but his eyes remained constantly on his surroundings.

This place is not safe to stay for long.

We're not far enough from that Valley, and we certainly can't afford to heal here slowly.

The man in black robes mustered a burst of Soul Power, and two wisps of black mist once again enveloped the two people on the ground.

His figure leaped up and quickly moved further away through the gaps between the trees.

As he walked through the desolate forest, the man in the black robe grew increasingly gloomy.

Their goal this time wasn't the participating students at all.

The real target is only Yu Xiaogang.

If they want to operate on this continent, the Spirit Hall is an obstacle they cannot avoid. However, the Spirit Hall is powerful, and after several battles, they understand that the chances of winning by forcing a fight are not high.

They learned that there was a rather special elder serving the current Pope.