Chapter 732: Return to Camp |
In Wang Hong's Divine Sense, the Demon Suppression Army grad
In Wang Hong's Divine Sense, the Demon Suppression Army gradually receded, eventually disappearing eighty miles away.
"Almost there."
With the Demon Suppression Army leaving the battlefield, he had no more concerns and could act as he pleased.
If he could win, he would fight; if not, he would escape. As a Soul Transformation Cultivator, breaking free shouldn't be too difficult.
With this in mind, the sixty-four crimson flying swords in the air changed direction, all attacking one of the savage tribes.
The remaining savage tribe, a Tier Five, seeing all the Flying Swords that were entangling him withdrawn, felt a sudden relief. He swung the two giant hammers in his hands towards Wang Hong.
But before he could feel triumphant, he suddenly felt intense pain in his mind, as if someone were vigorously stirring his brain with a stick.
The excruciating pain in his mind caused him to completely lose consciousness for a moment.
Another savage tribe, witnessing this scene, panicked. He wanted to rescue his comrade but was tightly entangled by the sixty-four Flying Swords and couldn't break free.
Unless he was willing to sacrifice his own life, which was impossible.
So, he could only watch helplessly as Wang Hong gestured and then, with one stroke, cleaved the savage tribe into perfectly symmetrical halves.
The blade went smoothly, without any sense of obstruction. Previously, he had used his main Flying Sword to strike this savage beast, only leaving a small wound.
This time, however, it not only cleaved his body but also split his Nascent Soul in half. There was likely no chance of survival.
Wang Hong used Divine Sense to attack and kill a savage tribe, then casually collected the two halves of the savage's corpse before shifting his gaze to the remaining Tier Five savage beast.
He found that although the savage tribe's physical body was extremely strong, even his Lifebound Magical Treasure found it difficult to inflict fatal injuries on it.
So, in battles against savage tribes, although he could often attack them, he might not necessarily cause much damage.
But while savage tribes had their advantages, they also had significant flaws. At the same Realm, their Divine Sense seemed weaker compared to that of the Human Clan and Demon Clan.
The remaining savage tribe, under Wang Hong's scrutiny, suddenly felt a sense of impending doom. Just moments ago, he was thinking about rescuing his comrade, but when Wang Hong looked at him, he panicked completely.
He had no idea what kind of mystical technique Wang Hong had just used to effortlessly kill a Tier Five savage tribe, even gestating how to strike before the kill.
His companion's strength seemed worlds apart from his own. Faced with the same mystical technique, he had no confidence in resisting.
With this realization, the savage tribe lost all fighting spirit. Suddenly, his entire body emitted golden light, and when the light dissipated, his skin had turned into gold.
At that moment, several Flying Swords slashed at him, but only managed to leave wounds less than half an inch deep.
Compared to the towering stature of the savage tribe, these wounds were insignificant.
However, the savage tribe no longer wished to continue fighting. He had already used a mystical technique that greatly increased his defense.
Once the technique subsided, he would be at the mercy of others.
So, enduring the attacks of more than sixty Flying Swords, he broke through their encirclement and flew straight towards the distance.
Wang Hong, seeing this, thrust the spike he had secretly condensed with Divine Sense toward the savage tribe.
The savage tribe hadn't escaped the range of Wang Hong's Divine Sense attack when he felt intense pain in his mind, and his consciousness drifted into a haze.
Then, without experiencing any pain, he was effortlessly dismembered by Wang Hong into several pieces.
After killing the two Tier Five savage tribes, there were no other strong opponents in his direction.
At this moment, he looked towards the formation arranged by the savage tribe ahead. Upon probing, he realized that getting entangled in it would be troublesome.
The Large Formation blocked Divine Sense, preventing him from observing its interior. But even without much thought, he knew that the Human-Demon Alliance must be deeply trapped in ambush at this moment, making it difficult for them.
Standing alone at the edge of the formation, he lifted his black blade and slashed towards the Large Formation ahead.
The black blade only left a small gap in the Large Formation when it struck, which then slowly returned to its original state.
Seeing this, he summoned the Flying Sword again and released the Golden Crow Fire from it. A head-sized golden flame, controlled by Wang Hong, burst directly onto the Large Formation.
This time, the gap that opened was wider than before, and it was more difficult to repair.
So he continued to use the Golden Crow Fire to create a gap in the formation, then he left the battlefield without looking back, heading towards the direction where the Demon Suppression Army had departed.
In his Divine Sense, other Soul Transformation members of the savage tribe had already noticed this place. He didn't want to linger here with the savage tribe for too long; after all, this was their territory.
By helping the Human-Demon Alliance blast open an exit from the formation, he had done his utmost duty. After all, he was just cannon fodder.
As for whether the Cultivators of the Human-Demon Alliance could find this exit, it would depend solely on their luck.
As Wang Hong pursued, he was about to return to the main camp of Flying Fish Island when he caught up with the Demon Suppression Army.
The return of the Demon Suppression Army to the camp caused a small stir for a while.
The most surprising thing for everyone on the island was that the Demon Suppression Army had returned intact, which was beyond belief.
When the Demon Suppression Army set out, almost everyone assumed that they wouldn't return.
However, only the Demon Suppression Army returned this time, with none of the many people and demons who had left with them.
"Hu Jian, where is the main army? Why have only you people returned?" Upon hearing the news of the Demon Suppression Army's return, a Soul Transformation demon stationed on Flying Fish Island hurriedly came out to inquire.
"Elder, the main army is trapped by a Large Formation set up by the savage tribe. At the moment, they are surrounded by the savage tribe. We were fortunate enough not to be covered by the Large Formation, so we took the opportunity to escape back to the camp," Hu Jian honestly replied.
"Such a thing happened? Why didn't you rescue your fellow practitioners and instead fled on your own?" The demon cultivator stared at Hu Jian with a cold, piercing gaze, as if about to devour him.
"This Large Formation is extremely mysterious; we couldn't break through it, so we could only return to report," Hu Jian explained.
"Very well! I now command you to accompany me again to rescue our fellow practitioners," the elder demon ordered without a hint of doubt in his tone.
"Elder, our Demon Suppression Army has been fighting continuously for several days and is already exhausted, with no strength left to fight again. Please find another solution," Hu Jian pleaded.
"You dare to disobey!" The elder demon's aura surged, enveloping the entire Demon Suppression Army.
Although the cultivation levels of the Demon Suppression Army varied, the highest being at the level of a Tier Four warrior.
Facing the pressure of Soul Transformation, although their faces were grim, not a single person wavered, gritting their teeth and persevering.
They had long been accustomed to the pressure of various higher-tier Cultivators and were trained to withstand such pressure and continue fighting from a young age.
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