Mythical Cultivation

However, the distance between them was too great, so the others had not yet noticed anything unusual. After these masked men sneaked for a while, they finally arrived at a place only a few hundred meters away from them.

At this moment, Wu Ming, who had always been on high alert, gently nudged Li Yue beside him and warned him in a low voice, "Attention! There's something going on. Someone is approaching us. Go over and inform the commander-in-chief."

Li Yue was suddenly startled when he heard Wu Ming's words, and for a moment he was a little confused. After all, before this, he had not noticed anything unusual around him.

However, realizing that this matter concerned the safety of everyone present, he dared not delay even a moment and immediately stood up and rushed towards the commander-in-chief. As for why he hadn't noticed the impending danger earlier like Aqi had, Li Yue had no time to dwell on it. He knew that time was running out and there was no room for hesitation or doubt. At this moment, the only thing he could do was to choose to completely trust Wu Qi, believing that he would never joke or deceive him about such an important matter.

Not long after Li Yue hurriedly left, those mysterious masked men approached the crowd quickly like ghosts.

In the blink of an eye, they were less than a hundred meters away from the palace guards resting by the campfire. Then, over thirty figures dressed in black nightgown, wielding sharp swords, suddenly emerged from the darkness, charging towards the defenseless palace guards like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

Seeing so many palace guards about to die tragically at the hands of the enemy, it seemed as if this carefully planned attack was about to succeed. The thought of no longer having to face that cruel and terrifying leader made those in black feel an irrepressible sense of relief.

However, would things really go as smoothly as imagined? The answer was clearly no! After Li Yue's kind reminder, Nangong Wending, a top master in the realm of exorcism, quickly noticed the mysterious men in black hiding in the shadows.

You know, with his unfathomable level of cultivation, his powerful spiritual sense only needs to sweep lightly, no matter how dark the night is or any deliberate obstruction, nothing can escape his eyes.

However, despite having discerned the presence of the men in black, Nangong Wending chose not to act immediately. He secretly considered capturing several of them alive to learn their true identities and motives—whether they were just ordinary bandits, or perhaps implicated in the eldest son's misfortune. It was precisely because of this consideration that he restrained himself and did not rush into action.

So, Nangong Wending quietly awakened the palace guards and gave them an order: feign deep sleep, bide their time, and lay a net for the men in black to fall into. As time passed, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense and solemn under the cover of night.

Finally, when the group of men in black who thought they were about to succeed were approaching on tiptoe, something strange happened!

The guards, seemingly lost in sleep, suddenly leaped up like tigers descending from the mountains, launching a fierce attack on the unsuspecting group of black-clad men with lightning speed. In an instant, shouts of killing and the sound of weapons clashing filled the night sky.

In just a moment, several men in black were seriously injured due to being caught off guard and fell to the ground; several other men in black were also injured and looked miserable.

This sudden change shocked all the men in black present, and the same thought flashed through their minds at the same time: Could it be that we have fallen into a trap carefully set by the enemy?

Unfortunately, the situation at this point left the men in black no room for overthinking. Facing the overwhelming onslaught of the palace guards, they had no time to think about anything else and could only respond hastily, struggling to hold on amidst the blazing swords and sabers.

"What are you panicking about? Everyone, don't panic. We have so many people on our side. They won't be able to do anything. There's no way they can be our opponent!"

Only a loud shout was heard from the black-clad crowd. This sound seemed to have some kind of magic, which instantly quieted down the black-clad people who were originally a little agitated, and their restless hearts gradually calmed down.

Despite this, several of our companions were injured or even fell in the previous confrontation, but compared to the enemy, our numerical advantage is still extremely obvious, still far more than those palace guards.

Because of this, in the following battle, the men in black still firmly held the upper hand, forcing many palace guards to retreat step by step and make it difficult for them to resist.

At this critical moment, Wu Ming, along with several other palace guards on guard duty, rushed to support. They appeared at the edge of the battlefield like divine troops descending from the sky, and without hesitation, launched a fierce attack from the periphery. This sudden turn of events caught the men in black off guard, and their formation was immediately thrown into disarray.

Wu Ming, clutching a gleaming longsword, weaved among the enemy like a ghost. Wherever he swung the sword, shadows shone like the rippling waves of autumn water, a technique he excelled at.

Once this sword technique was used, it was incredibly powerful. After just a few moves, a man in black was unable to dodge and had several deep and shallow wounds on his body. Blood gushed out, instantly dyeing his clothes red.

Since Wu Ming successfully entered the Contemplation Realm, his five senses have been greatly enhanced. Whether it's vision, hearing, or touch, they've all undergone earth-shaking changes compared to before. This change is particularly noticeable during intense combat.

Facing an enemy also in the Body Refining Realm, yet still struggling to reach the Perfect Visualization Realm, Wu Ming could clearly perceive every subtle movement, as if they were slowed down countless times before his eyes. With this acute perception and superb swordsmanship, Wu Ming dominated the battlefield, unstoppable.

A few breaths later, a flash of cold light appeared, and the sword in Wu Ming's hand streaked through the air like lightning, instantly slashing his opponent to the ground. The opponent didn't even have time to scream before he was already dead.

The surrounding black-clad men were all shocked when they saw this scene. They had obviously not expected Wu Ming to be so powerful, and without hesitation, they sent two people to surround Wu Ming, trying to stop him from continuing his violent behavior.