Arriving just in time

A clump of mud was scattered on the ground, but it quickly reformed into a human shape and pounced on the old man in front of it once again.

The old man unleashed a powerful fireball that hurtled straight towards the two clumps of mud.

The fireball seemed to have eyes. The two clumps of mud tried their best to avoid it, but they were still injured by the fireball. Their mud-like bodies were also dried into mud lumps. As soon as they moved, clods of soil would fall down.

This move effectively strangled the two men, suppressing their cultivation Cultivation Method.

"What should we do? If this keeps up, it'll be dawn soon," the one with the shrill voice asked in a low voice.

The leader thought for a moment and said, "We'll split up. I'll hold the old man off, and you deal with Wuming. We must complete today's mission!"

His companion responded with a "yes," and the two clumps of mud rushed straight towards the old man once more.

This time, however, they were smarter. After fighting the old man for a short while, one of them managed to escape with the help of his companions. Countless tentacles broke free from his mud-like body and attacked the Wuming on the bed!

Seeing this, the old man tried to step forward to stop it, but the other intruder had already cleverly used its tentacles to trap him.

Ignoring the sparks erupting from the old man's body, the tentacles binding him continued to dry and harden before crumbling. But as soon as one tentacle disappeared, another would immediately wrap around him, giving the old man no chance to break free.

Driven to desperation, the old man could only utter a harsh threat. "If you don't let go, you'll die by my hand. Is it worth dying for the Sun-Chasing Hall?!"

The mud-man remained silent, but more and more tentacles began to entangle the old man.

The old man became even angrier upon seeing this. He looked inward at his Dantian and saw that he had very little Spiritual Power left. He sighed inwardly once again.

After today, he will probably become a complete and utter useless person.

Another mud figure had approached Wuming, and it seemed that the terrifying tentacles were about to strike Wuming, engulfing him and swallowing him into the abyss. The old man could no longer care about anything else; he gritted his teeth and began to activate the last of his Spiritual Power.

Consider it repayment for the young man who once saved his life; it's just a pity that the person he waited for hundreds of years to finally meet was someone he would never see again.

The old man closed his eyes, concealing the regret in them.

The mud-man who was controlling him felt the old man's already burning body temperature rising even higher. He could have endured it before, but now the rate at which the tentacles were growing could not keep up with the rate at which they were breaking off and disappearing.

He also discovered that even when he got slightly closer to the old man, the mud quickly turned into ordinary clods of earth!

If this continues, he really will die!

Realizing this, the mud man, who had previously been fearless of life and death, immediately panicked.

This time, before the old man could even ask a question, he had already begun to struggle, trying to break free from the old man's grasp.

But it was too late now. The old man was tightly connected to him, and the Spiritual Qi within his body transformed into flames that spread throughout his entire body.

The mud-covered man screamed in agony, but he couldn't break free and was dragged by the old man toward the Wuming by the bedside.

At this moment, the Wuming man had been swallowed up by another mud figure, with his upper body deeply embedded in the mud.

The old man knew that once Wuming was completely devoured, that person would truly cease to exist in this world.

He immediately stopped holding back and continued to channel his remaining Spiritual Qi...

"Uncle?"

A voice startled the old man back to his senses. He turned his head and saw that his nephew had woken up at some point and crawled out from under the bed!

The mud-man, who had been restrained by the old man, sensed the weakening of the powerful Spiritual Qi. He immediately realized this was a rare opportunity and quickly shouted to his companions, "Kill that child too!"

"No, stop!" The old man decisively released the mud figure behind him and quickly headed towards the child.

However, the two were too far apart, and by the time he moved, the tentacles of the other mudman had already landed in front of the child.

The old man stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, filled with despair and terror, as if trying to imprint the child's last image deep into his mind.

But the next second, the tentacles, which had been moving as fast as swords, stopped.

The mud-covered figure in front of the bed tilted its head strangely, as if also wondering why its tentacles were no longer obeying its commands.

"What happened..." He didn't even have time to utter the last word "what happened" before he was kicked out of the room by a tremendous force!

Looking at the large hole smashed into the wall, the old man opened his mouth, his expression even more bewildered than the child's.

But what confused him even more was yet to come.

Since the Wuming man was only half-swallowed, he slid out of the mud man's stomach after the mud man was kicked away.

The one still hiding behind the old man realized the situation was bad and immediately turned around to run away.

However, he was a step too slow. The Ice Spiritual Qi, which seemed to come from nowhere, quickly swept over his entire body. This was even more terrifying than the fire Spiritual Power he had experienced before. In just a few breaths, a thick layer of ice had enveloped him completely, rendering him unable to move at all.

The one who was kicked out of the house was not spared either; he was frozen into an ice cube even earlier than the one inside.

The old man was stunned by what he saw. He hadn't expected that this battle, which was destined to end in tragedy, would end so quickly, and with the opponent suffering a crushing defeat.

A figure slowly approached him, and the old man quickly realized that this was the person who had just helped them.

The old man turned his head to look over, but because he was backlit, he couldn't see the newcomer's appearance clearly. However, he could smell the fragrant elixir in her hand first.

"Rejuvenation Pill, top grade." Sang Ying uttered these words and stuffed the pill into the old man's hand.

She could tell that the disheveled man in front of her was on his last legs; without this Rejuvenation Pill, it was questionable whether he could even survive the day.

Upon hearing the woman's voice, the old man's heart trembled. He did not refuse her kindness, after all, he was well aware of his current situation.

After tremblingly reaching out and putting the elixir into his mouth, the old man felt the amazing effects of the superior-grade Rejuvenation Pill. He felt his parched and almost dead Dantian regain its vitality, and his meridians were nourished, no longer causing the dull pain that had been constant before.

While he was still marveling at his good fortune, Sang Ying lowered her head and looked at the old man, asking, "May I ask if your surname is Duan?"

The old man paused, then looked up sharply, trying to make out the woman's features from the shadows.

His voice trembled as he asked, "Are you Sang Ying? Sang Ying of the Flowing Light Sword Sect?"

Yes, that's me.

Tears welled up in the old man's eyes instantly.