After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Yan's consciousness finally emerged from the endless darkness.
He felt the light.
Accompanying the light was a gentle breeze, like a warm spring wind, lightly brushing his cheek, carrying the fresh scent of earth and grass.
"Where is this...?"
Xiao Yan opened his eyes with difficulty, and what he saw was an unfamiliar sky.
The sky was a grayish-blue, with a few white clouds drifting lazily by. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the clouds, casting dappled shadows on his face.
He tried to sit up, but intense pain shot through every inch of his body, as if countless needles were piercing his bones.
He looked down at his body—his clothes were torn, and he was covered in wounds, some of which had scabbed over, while others were still bleeding.
There was a deep wound on his left arm, exposing the bone and revealing dark red muscle and faint white bone underneath.
His shirt was soaked in blood, which congealed and turned a dark brown, clinging stiffly to his skin.
His Soul Power was almost exhausted, and his meridians were throbbing with pain, as if something was tearing them apart.
"What a miraculous escape from death..."
But these are not the most serious issues.
Most seriously, he had no idea where he was.
The final image flashed through Xiao Yan's mind—he rushed into the stone gate, a terrifying energy ball slammed into the wormhole, the spatial vortex twisted and deformed, and he was swallowed up by the violent spatial power.
Then came a massive spatial rift that swallowed everything.
He did not die.
This is already a stroke of luck.
" The Luo Clan..."
A hint of hatred flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes, aside from his hatred for Yu Xiaogang.
This was the first time he had shown such hatred towards a power.
He had no grudge against the other party, yet Luo Xiaoyao's arrogance led to her killing him.
Xiao Yan had made up his mind that when he returned, he would make the Luo Clan pay the price!
Xiao Yan took out a healing pill from the Black Dragon and swallowed it.
As the pill entered his stomach, a warm power slowly spread, nourishing his parched meridians and damaged flesh.
Close your eyes and begin to regulate your breathing.
He needs to recover some strength as soon as possible, at least enough to protect himself.
In this unfamiliar place, he had no idea what he would encounter.
Time passed by, second by second.
Night falls, starlight spills down, and moonlight shines like water.
When Xiao Yan opened his eyes again, his injuries had stabilized considerably.
His Soul Power had recovered to about 30%, and although it was far from its peak, he was at least able to move freely and was capable of fighting.
He stood up and stretched his limbs.
My bones crackled and popped, and I felt sore all over, but it was much better than before.
He looked around and found himself in a wilderness.
All around was an endless grassland, with waist-high wild grass swaying in the night wind and making a rustling sound.
In the distance, there are several low hills covered with sparse trees. The sky is dotted with stars, and the Milky Way stretches across the heavens, dazzling and magnificent.
There is no one here.
Xiao Yan frowned and began to determine the direction.
In the spatial turbulence, he completely lost his sense of direction and had no idea where he had been thrown.
But one principle is correct—you need to find the people to know where you are.
He closed his eyes, and his Spiritual Soul Power slowly spread out.
Although his Spiritual Soul Power is weak now, he can still sense a radius of several miles.
A moment later, he opened his eyes and looked towards the northeast.
There were a few faint auras there, probably belonging to humans or Magical Beast.
Where there are people, there are roads. Where there are roads, there are towns.
Xiao Yan took a step and walked in that direction.
As night deepened, the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a cool, silvery light.
After walking for about an hour, Xiao Yan crossed a small hill and finally a road appeared before him.
It was a dirt road, its surface riddled with potholes from tire tracks, and overgrown with weeds on both sides, clearly indicating that few people walked on it. But the presence of a road meant that there were people living nearby.
He continued walking along the road.
About half an hour later, faint sounds of fighting came from ahead.
The metallic clang of clashing swords, the booming of exploding Dou Qi, and the roars and screams of men mingled together, echoing through the night sky.
Xiao Yan hid behind a large rock, observing the battlefield ahead through the cracks in the rock.
Several horse-drawn carriages were parked on the dirt road. Flags were displayed on the carriages, with a golden "Lin" character embroidered on them, gleaming in the moonlight.
Around the carriage, a dozen or so people were putting up a desperate resistance.
The leader was a middle-aged man, burly in build, wielding a large cleaver with earthen-yellow Dou Qi flowing across its blade.
His strength was approximately that of Nine-Star Dou Wang. His robes were soaked in blood, and there was a deep wound on his left shoulder that exposed the bone. His entire left arm hung limply at his side.
But he still brandished his broadsword, desperately protecting the cowering figure in the carriage behind him—a young woman whose face was not clearly visible.
Behind him were seven or eight guards, all wounded and weak, clearly not going to last much longer.
The attackers were dressed in uniform black outfits, their faces covered with black cloth, revealing only their eyes. There were about twenty of them, well-trained and working in perfect coordination.
The leader was a thin, middle-aged man whose face was obscured by a mask, but his aura was the most powerful— Three-Star Dou Emperor!
The longsword in his hand was swirling with a ghostly blue Dou Qi, gleaming eerily in the moonlight.
Behind him were four assistants at the Dou Wang level, and more than a dozen black-clad assassins at the Da Dou Shi level.
" Lin Zhentian, why bother with this futile struggle?"
The masked Dou Emperor let out a cold laugh, his voice hoarse and deep.
"Hand over the stuff obediently, and I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll make you watch your daughter die, bit by bit."
"Dream on!" the burly middle-aged man named Lin Zhentian roared. "My Lin Clan would rather die than submit! If you want something, you'll have to step over my dead body!"
"You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences." The masked Dou Emperor sneered, waving his hand, "Attack! Leave no one alive!"
The men in black responded in unison, and their attack intensified!
Lin Zhentian gritted his teeth and fought back fiercely, wielding his broadsword with great force, each strike carrying a sharp blade aura. However, his injuries were too severe, and his stamina was greatly depleted, causing his movements to slow down noticeably.
His left arm had completely lost its strength, and he could only wield the knife with his right arm. He began to stagger, nearly falling several times, but he gritted his teeth and steadied himself each time.
Just then, a man in black pounced on him from behind, his dagger aimed straight for his back!
Sensing the murderous intent behind him, Lin Zhentian whirled around and swung his broadsword horizontally!
"Clang!"
The dagger was blocked, but the man in black was knocked back, and Lin Zhentian also stumbled back a few steps, crashing into the carriage and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Father!" the woman in the carriage exclaimed, trying to rush down, but Lin Zhentian stopped her.
"Don't get out!" Lin Zhentian hissed. "Stay in the car! Don't get out!"
The woman's eyes were filled with tears, and she was trembling all over, but in the end she stayed in the carriage.
Lin Zhentian struggled to his feet, his large cleaver trembling in his hand. A hint of despair appeared in his eyes.
"Accept your fate," the masked Dou Emperor said coldly. "Today, none of you can escape."
He waved his hand, signaling his men to continue the attack.