The group continued forward.
The mountain path was rugged and difficult to traverse, some areas lacking any path at all, requiring Qilin to clear the way ahead.
After walking for a while.
“Stop!” Ye Qiu suddenly whispered sharply.
Instantly, everyone halted, as if facing a great enemy.
“What’s wrong?” Tang Fei asked quietly.
“Wait here for me.” Ye Qiu said, then with a few leaps, disappeared into the forest.
Everyone waited in place.
Five minutes later.
Ye Qiu returned, carrying two corpses, both from the Witch God Sect.
“There are Witch God Sect scouts in the forest, everyone be careful.” Ye Qiu instructed, giving Qilin a look.
Qilin understood and led the way ahead.
After about half an hour of walking.
“Stop!” Ye Qiu said again.
This time, Tang Fei sensed something unusual, sniffed the air, and said: “A strong smell of blood.”
“Long Ye, go check it out.” Ye Qiu instructed: “Be careful.”
Long Ye nodded, taking two warriors and quickly moving forward.
A while later.
Long Ye and the two warriors returned, their faces grim.
“What’s the situation?” Tang Fei asked.
“There was a brutal battle ahead, many people died.” Long Ye replied.
“Let’s go take a look.” Ye Qiu said, striding forward.
The group followed Ye Qiu, and as they went, the smell of blood grew stronger.
A few minutes later.
They arrived at a mountain hollow.
“Damn it, those cursed Witch God Sect.” Qilin cursed angrily, exuding a terrifying murderous aura.
Tang Fei’s face showed shock, while the warriors who came with him shivered.
Looking around, the hollow was filled with hundreds of corpses strewn about, both Longmen disciples and Witch God Sect members, the ground soaked in blood.
It was clear this battle had been ferocious.
Ye Qiu clenched his fists, the murderous intent in his eyes like an unsheathed blade, sharp and exposed.
“Tang Fei, can you lend me some men? I want to bury these Longmen disciples.” Qilin said.
“Sure.” Tang Fei agreed without hesitation.
Ye Qiu, however, said: “The dead are gone, let’s not waste time. We need to hurry on.”
“As for these fallen, leave them here for now.”
“Once we’ve destroyed the Witch God Sect, we’ll arrange for Longmen to collect their bodies, send them back, and bury them properly.”
“They are all heroes of Longmen. I will build a hero hall for them, for future generations to pay respects.”
Qilin nodded heavily, took one last look at the fallen Longmen disciples, and turned to leave.
The group set off again.
After advancing about thirty kilometers, Ye Qiu suddenly paused and made a hand signal.
Everyone stopped.
“There’s danger.” Qilin said, his eyes fixed ahead.
Tang Fei drew his pistol, ready to fire at any moment.
Long Ye and the soldiers stood ready, prepared to open fire.
Three minutes later.
A group of people appeared in Ye Qiu’s line of sight.
There were thirty or forty of them.
They were dressed sloppily, like a band of beggars, most shirtless, with snake-shaped tattoos on their arms.
Witch God Sect members!
A cold glint flashed in Ye Qiu’s eyes, then his gaze settled on the two elders leading them.
The elder on the left was about one meter eighty, around sixty or seventy years old, tall and thin like a telegraph pole.
As he walked, his eyes, sharp as an eagle’s, constantly scanned the surroundings, extremely cautious.
Ye Qiu noticed that despite his thin frame, the elder’s temples bulged high, indicating strong skills.
“This guy’s cultivation is slightly stronger than Qilin’s, probably about the same as Qinglong.”
Ye Qiu’s gaze then fell on the elder on the right.
The elder on the right was a short, fat man, less than one meter fifty, bald, with a round face like a pancake, white and chubby, sporting a big belly, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.
“This guy’s cultivation is also good, about the same as Qilin’s.”
Ye Qiu saw through the short fat man’s cultivation at a glance.
“I’ve fought them before.” Qilin pointed at the tall, thin elder and said: “That guy injured Qinglong. Their skills aren’t weak, but…”
“But what?” Ye Qiu asked.
Qilin said: “When we fought them, they had at least a few hundred people. Why are there only this few now?”
Tang Fei chimed in, seeing the group, and said to Qilin: “When I rescued you, I shot and took out quite a few of them.”
That explained it.
Qilin asked Ye Qiu: “Take them out?”
“No question! Since we ran into them, kill them all.” Ye Qiu noticed that only five of the Witch God Sect group were carrying guns.
“Long Ye!” Ye Qiu beckoned to Long Ye, instructing: “Arrange snipers to take out those guys with guns first.”
“Yes!”
Long Ye immediately made arrangements, and moments later, signaled to Ye Qiu that it was done.
“Do it!”
At Ye Qiu’s command, Long Ye ordered the snipers: “Fire.”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The five armed men were instantly killed.
“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!” The Witch God Sect group shouted, descending into chaos.
Taking advantage of this, Ye Qiu and Qilin led their men, swiftly surrounding the group.
Seeing themselves surrounded, the two leading elders of the Witch God Sect had grim expressions.
At that moment, Su Xiaoxiao shouted to the two elders: “Uncle Gu, Uncle Long, save me.”
The two elders’ gazes fell on Su Xiaoxiao’s face, and they froze.
“Saintess!”
Su Xiaoxiao said again: “Uncle Gu, Uncle Long, save me.”
The two elders exchanged a glance, then shouted to the Witch God Sect disciples behind them: “Listen up, things have come to this, we must fight to the death for a chance to survive.”
“The saintess is in their hands now. No matter the cost, we must rescue her.”
“Kill!”
The two elders led the Witch God Sect disciples in a charge.
“Kill!” Qilin, unable to contain his murderous rage, rushed towards the short, fat elder with his blade.
Ye Qiu charged at the tall, thin elder.
Tang Fei and Long Ye led the others to deal with the rest of the Witch God Sect members.
A chaotic battle erupted.
As Qilin faced the short, fat elder, both unleashed deadly moves, their hatred for each other palpable, each eager to kill the other.
However, their skills were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand, locked in a fierce struggle.
After dozens of exchanges.
The short, fat elder feinted, dodging Qilin, then suddenly lunged, kicking Yang Qi and Gu Feng aside, and reached Su Xiaoxiao.
“Don’t be afraid, saintess, Uncle Long is here to save you.”
“Thank you, Uncle Long.”
But as soon as Su Xiaoxiao spoke, her expression froze. The short, fat elder swung his blade at her throat.
The killing intent was fierce.
