"There's no time! The node here has been successfully stabilized, and the formation is already in place... sacrificing a Snake Venerable was enough to accomplish all this!"
The burly man covered in colored paint frowned as he glanced at the monk.
Although he had encountered many bizarre cultivation methods in recent years, a technique that increased cultivation by eating rotting corpses still left him feeling inexplicably uneasy.
The monk gently wiped the filthy blood from his face and the corners of his mouth.
A trace of regret crossed his face:
"What a pity. The earth veins intersect here, and countless branches connect to this node. If we kept setting things up along it, we might even find our way straight to Wind Islet Mountain."
"If you want to die, go ahead. I haven't lived long enough yet. With Xumi's keen perception, he might not notice from far away, but if we went right under his nose, he'd probably follow the vine to the melon and slaughter every last one of us immediately!"
The burly man spoke coldly.
Recalling the suffocating strength of that armless figure, he could not stop a flicker of heartfelt fear from crossing his eyes.
"Damn Wu Ya for not covering his tracks and letting Great Jin's cultivators spot the flaw. We had no choice but to strike first. Unfortunately, we're only the advance party, and our strength wasn't enough. We failed at the final hurdle. Otherwise, once the clan chief and the others arrived..."
"Crossing those sea barriers won't be easy."
The monk took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the last traces of filthy blood from his face, shaking his head as he spoke.
"Isn't that precisely why we brought you here?"
"Enough. Hurry up and leave. Any longer, and we're truly finished."
The burly