The Broken Pottery Jar

Li Yan had no desire to invite further trouble over this matter.

If he wanted to wipe out the entire Feng family, it would not take much effort. But doing so would inevitably alert Falling Star Valley. He could not lose the big picture for the sake of a small matter and make a misstep over something trivial.

Moreover, as Feng Zaiyu and the others continued deeper inside, they had already run into trouble. Ahead of them appeared three dog-shaped monsters that looked as though they had been skinned alive, leaving only crimson flesh and blood.

Each monster looked like a vicious spirit crawling out of hell. Every one of them was as large as an adult human, and they were astonishingly all at the tenth level of the Qi Condensation Realm.

On Feng Zaiyu's side, only he had reached the great perfection of the Qi Condensation Realm. Among the others, the strongest was merely at the ninth level, while the rest ranged from the sixth to eighth levels.

Such strength was already exceedingly formidable for a Qi Condensation Realm team. But with three tenth-level Qi Condensation monsters appearing at once, the situation was entirely different.

Feng Taoyu, the weakest among them, instantly went pale. Feng Zaiyu's formerly calm face likewise turned exceptionally grave as he swiftly gave his orders.

"Form an array and defend yourselves. No matter what, hold back one ghost creature for five breaths. I will deal with the other two."

Including Feng Tao, there were only four Feng family disciples behind him. The other three were also elite disciples from his branch.

Naturally, his branch had more than just these outstanding disciples, but several others had been taken away by the Feng family patriarch and had not all been left with him.

At the same time,