He transmitted his thoughts to the group of people behind him. The group of people huddled among the white-robed cultivators all tensed up and straightened up as if preparing for something.
As the blood mist was absorbed by the shuttle, the white-robed cultivator's complexion became slightly weak. He then forced himself to cheer up and poured all his magical Magic Power into the shuttle.
The golden light in the air suddenly surged, and the agile shuttle became even more imposing. At this moment, everyone felt that the layer of cold air on their bodies was being dispelled, and they were all startled.
Then a loud "boom" was heard, and a sharp aura swept through the mountains. When the immense energy was concentrated, it burst forth with tremendous power in an instant.
Behind the blue mist, a straight passage was cleared by the flying shuttle, and the blue python beneath the mist was completely shredded by the shuttle.
Beyond the tide of Mist Beast lay a hilly area, now pierced entirely by the flying shuttle. The sharp aura within had not yet dissipated, and a faint Power of Laws was still raging within.
The shuttle, moving like a sharp sword, was invincible among the horde of Mist Beast. No matter how the giant blue python surged forward, it could not stop the shuttle's advance.
Amidst the golden light, a white lightning bolt surged through the horde of Mist Beast as if it were nothing, the gusts of wind it stirred up whistling past, and the scenery of the mountains rushed past.
The white-robed cultivator led his group in a sudden breakout, appearing invincible for a moment amidst the giant blue python, cleared by flying shuttles.
At this moment, the desperate men behind also began to follow the white-robed cultivator. Under the threat of death, their speed was by no means slow, and even the white-robed cultivator in front could not shake them off.
Fortunately, this group of people gathered a great deal of magical Magic Power, which made it impossible for the surrounding horde of Mist Beast to find a weakness for a while. The group fought all the way down the mountain, and after leaving behind more than ten ice sculptures of cultivators, they had already descended to the foot of the mountain.
The hills below the mountain were much flatter now. The journey had been fraught with fear, and everyone now regarded the white-robed cultivator as their pillar of support.
They leaped up and followed a streak of white lightning. No one dared to look back, but a rustling sound echoed through the mountains.
In the dark forest, there was a burly figure standing tall. In the dim light, it could be vaguely discerned that it appeared to be human.
But in the dark forest, two faint beams of pale green light shone!
As the cultivators fled, the snake hissed as it flickered its tongue, catching any lingering scent in the air, a hint of mockery flashing in its emerald eyes.
Just like a hunter observing his struggling prey, he always teases it a bit before killing it.
The playful glint in her emerald eyes locked onto a white lightning bolt. After a moment of anthropomorphic contemplation, the playfulness in her eyes transformed into a sinister glint.
The white-robed cultivator fleeing ahead suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if he were being watched by a Viper lurking in the shadows. An extremely strange emotion rose within him.
Based on his years of experience fighting against the Mist Beast, he knew that today's events might not be so simple. He secretly activated his senses, subtly guarding against something unexpected.
The hissing sound echoed in their ears, and the fleeing people all changed color, turning their feet upside down with even greater effort.
At this moment, they were secretly anxious, wishing they had wings. The Mist Beast were sure to be gathering behind them again, and the giant blue pythons, surging like a river, were much faster than them.
Before anyone could resist, an immense pressure surged from behind, like a mudslide, crushing everything in its path. The Mist Beast Tide moved like a collapsing mountain range, the resulting reaction causing a suffocating feeling in everyone's hearts.
At this moment, the cultivators' expressions all turned grim. After exchanging glances, they began to join forces to fight back. Their Magic Power Magic Power and magical light surged, weapons and sparks flew everywhere, and the earth trembled in waves.
Countless giant blue pythons were severed in the Magic Power, and the faces of the cultivators turned extremely fierce.
With the pursuit of the horde of Mist Beast behind them, the group's speed actually increased considerably, and the giant golden light in the sky became increasingly visible in the distance.
Xu Long's heart stirred upon seeing this. He knew that a city with an energy core was not so easy to enter, especially with a Earth Immortal cultivator guarding it.
Vulture King's speed was extremely fast, so he could easily escape the horde of Mist Beast. Although he was not afraid of the Mist Beast horde's attack, it was necessary to remain unnoticed outside Phoenix City at this time.
As expected, Xu Long's figure plummeted rapidly through the air, while the enormous creature below had vanished.
The group, completely focused on their escape, failed to notice that there seemed to be an extra person in their group.
Xu Long's figure darted quickly through the crowd, his eyes fixed on a white lightning bolt, his body closely following behind it.
He guessed that this white-robed cultivator was no ordinary person. It would be best if following him could help them escape the tide of Mist Beast, and even better if they could use his influence to easily infiltrate Phoenix City.
No sooner had Xu Long thought of it than a chill suddenly swept over him from the side.
Xu Long had close contact with the Eternity Ice Mist in Blackwater City, and during his battle with the Daoist Human Python, he entered and exited the mist several times.
Therefore, he sensed the chill very early on, and his figure, which was about to approach the white lightning, paused slightly, and his speed instantly slowed down.
Xu Long felt a strong sense of alarm. He knew that the higher-level creatures in the mist were cunning, but he never expected that a group of giant blue pythons would be lying in ambush beneath the mountains.
This arrangement was made long ago; the advanced being among the Mist Beast is no fool. What, then, is its purpose?
Was this group of people really worth all this elaborate ambush? If it wanted to kill all the cultivators, why didn't it just attack directly?
No matter how much the white-robed cultivator struggled, he was doomed to die under such overwhelming power. So what was the purpose of the arrangements made along the escape route?
Ignoring his doubts, Xu Long decided to temporarily distance himself from the white-robed cultivator.
Those ahead would definitely be the first to be hit by the fog, and I didn't want to stand out in the chaotic crowd, so I let him test the Mist Beast's intentions first.
Below the mountain range, the cultivators had forcibly cleared a path through the horde of Mist Beast. As the group fought and retreated, they saw that they were getting closer and closer to the city, but the horde of Mist Beast behind them was still following closely.
This is Phoenix City's territory! When will any Mist Beast dare to venture deeper? Everyone's hearts pounded with apprehension, yet they had no choice but to continue their fierce battle with the Mist Beast.
The white-robed cultivator and his group at the front were naturally the fastest runners, but at this moment, he frowned, as if sensing some impending danger, and a sense of alarm rose in his heart.
The white-robed cultivator gritted his teeth, slightly halting the momentum of the flying shuttle, as a burst of golden light instantly enveloped his group.
Without a word, the crowd behind them gathered directly beneath the flying shuttle. Before they could even ask what was going on, they felt a chill rise from the bottom of their hearts, and their robes suddenly became stiff.
In the midst of their escape, no one pays attention to their sides. At this moment, a chill swept in from the side, and everyone's eyebrows and hair were covered with a layer of frost.
Their expressions changed drastically. Those who had experienced the Mist Beast Tide naturally knew what this was, and the white-robed cultivator also understood that they could not stay here for long.
His divine sense had already detected a mist coming straight at them from the side. In the golden light, everyone sought shelter like birds under the eaves.
The anxiety on their faces had turned into despair. They hadn't expected that after breaking through the encirclement, there would still be a setup in the Mist Beast tide. The people in the golden light surrounded the white-robed cultivator.
At that moment, he cried out inwardly, "Heaven has forsaken me!"
But as he gazed at the golden light in the distance, a fighting spirit still managed to rise in his eyes. He absolutely could not let down the helmsman's trust!
With a whoosh, the shuttle was suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then transformed into a huge arrowhead under the infusion of the white-robed cultivator's Magic Power.
A sharp aura condensed on the arrowhead, with the Power of Laws faintly visible on it, causing everyone behind it to shudder.
The arrowhead spun around in front of him, then surprisingly abandoned its forward direction and instead headed towards the horde of Mist Beast to his side.
The crowd stopped surrounding him and instead stepped forward to walk around him, standing in front of him as if to guard against any Mist Beast that might appear ahead.
This group of people had rich combat experience and their cooperation was quite reliable and tacit. After the shuttle swept into the horde of Mist Beast on the side, "bang bang" sounds rang out continuously.
The white-robed cultivator's face was contorted with rage. The enormous arrowhead floated in the mist like a wave in water, and after breaking through the mist, it crushed countless giant blue pythons.
Pools of bluish-gray ash spread across the ground, and all the Mist Beast beneath the arrows perished. The sharp arrows, though swift and agile amidst the horde of Mist Beast, severed a large section of the bluish-gray river with a few twists and turns.
At this moment, the people behind also felt the mist coming from the side, and a sense of oppression descended upon them.
Everyone secretly groaned, no longer caring about escaping. Watching the arrow bobbing in the mist, they gathered their Magic Power and followed the arrow into the tide of Mist Beast.
With everyone working together, the horde of Mist Beast on the side was pushed back by one level, and the blue mist became somewhat thinner.
A hissing sound came from behind the mist. The white-robed cultivator, with his sharp eyes, caught a glimpse of a figure standing upright. Startled, he immediately withdrew his spear.
After raging through the air for a while, the shuttle quickly shrank, its sharp aura instantly disappearing. Then, without looking back, he took off running.
Xu Long had been observing the battle situation since early morning. Seeing that the white-robed cultivators' Magic Power was waning, he leaped up to catch up with them and escape.
But then, a sudden, inexplicable jolt ran through me, as if I were being watched by something. There was definitely a pair of eyes lurking in the shadows, spying on me!
Xu Long felt a sudden sense of alarm and danger. His leaping figure came to an abrupt halt in mid-air as he caught a glimpse of a figure standing upright.
Behind the thin mist, a pair of eyes were observing the group!
Xu Long felt a chill run down his spine as he glanced at the white-robed cultivator.
He dared not flee with the group of white-robed cultivators at this moment; the figures hidden among the Mist Beast tide made Xu Long feel somewhat uneasy.
However, not long after Xu Long's figure disappeared into the crowd, the figure in the Mist Beast tide moved slightly, and several streams of extremely cold air burst out from the mist.
The upright figure seemed to have been preparing for a long time, deliberately choosing this moment to launch an attack. The white-robed cultivator had no companions behind him to defend him, and the people behind him had also distanced themselves from him.
A figure was exposed directly in the mist. Perhaps he himself did not expect that the Mist Beast had other tricks up its sleeve. At this moment, as he was desperately trying to escape, he only felt a chill coming from behind him.
The white-robed cultivator felt a chill in his heart, as if he had sensed something. His Magic Power Magic Power wildly behind him, even condensing into a shield of light.
But the incoming chills pierced right into the light shield.
With a muffled "bang," the white-robed cultivator, who had transformed into lightning, was suddenly halted in mid-air, as if forcibly intercepted by something.
This instantly slowed him down, causing his figure in the air to sway, and his breathing showed signs of becoming somewhat disordered.
Meanwhile, the light shield behind him was still visible, but a tiny crack had already appeared within it.
The white-robed cultivator felt a sense of foreboding. A chill ran down his spine, flowing straight into his body through the crack, and the Magic Power flowing through his meridians seemed to be frozen.
His movements had begun to stiffen slightly; the extreme cold was coming so quickly that he was starting to feel overwhelmed.
With no companions behind him to cover his retreat, he was completely exposed to the horde of Mist Beast. Normally, he could have leaped out, but now the chilling air had begun to freeze his meridians.
Fortunately, he was a seasoned warrior, and when the cold air entered his body, he did not panic. In an instant, he condensed his Magic Power on his back in an attempt to dispel the cold air.
The surging Magic Power violently impacted the cold energy between his meridians, and his body, which was in excruciating pain, became numb under the freezing cold.
The white-robed cultivator's face was contorted with rage, as streams of magical Magic Power surged through his body, violently impacting his meridians.
The instant the Magic Power flowed, a sweet taste filled his throat, and an unusual flush rose on his fair face.
The colors in his eyes turned crimson, and he looked as if he had just been soaked in a vat of dye, appearing somewhat frightening.
But he didn't turn back at this moment. Instead, he gathered his Magic Power again and fled. The Mist Beast tide was obviously prepared.
He had suffered a great loss and could not retaliate at this moment. He knew that he had to bring the Spirit Stone into the city and could not fail Branch Master Chen's important mission.
At this moment, the white-robed cultivator's consciousness was slightly confused. Although the chill that had entered his body was forcibly dispelled to some extent, there seemed to be a trace of inexplicable energy mixed in with the chill.
As he fled, he gathered his Magic Power to dissipate the energy, but the wisp of energy that had seeped into his back was like a persistent, bone-deep infection.
No matter how much he tried to dissipate the Magic Power, that wisp of energy kept flowing around his back, as if it had grown onto his body. The strange energy even showed a tendency to merge with him.
He tried many methods, but the energy was quite stubborn. Seeing that he could not dispel it, he temporarily gave up the idea and focused on escaping.
Xu Long, standing behind, frowned. He had naturally seen the white-robed cultivator being struck by the cold air. There were several hidden energies within that cold air, and the aura emanating from it was quite familiar to him.