Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 786 Descending the Mountain (Part 5)

On the tall, gray city wall, a group of people of varying heights and builds stood.

This is a group of young people with youthful appearances.

There were about eight or nine people, all around fifteen or sixteen years old, with sorrowful expressions and reluctant eyes.

Each of them was also holding a wolf beast of different colors in their arms.

It may be grayish-black, yellowish-brown, or reddish-brown.

The little ones were either lying down, snuggled up, or fast asleep in my arms.

"Keep these tokens safe. One day... we will surely reunite!" The Grand Secretary sighed and waved his hand. Several tokens gently landed in the hands of the group.

They were small, exquisite, and crystal-clear wolf head pendants.

"All beasts trace their origins back to the source: utmost sincerity and goodness lie in pure heart and benevolence. To have a human face but a beast's heart is unacceptable, nor is a beast's heart but a human face truly meaningless..."

"As long as the wolf pack exists, this principle will endure... You hold the wolf's head, you shall carry on its legacy, swear an oath with your blood, and never break this vow!"

The elder statesman, with a solemn expression, slowly and rhythmically recited the sect's philosophy.

Everyone present took it seriously and joined in the recitation.

As the oath was recited, several people, without prior arrangement, cut their fingers and let blood drip onto them.

Suddenly, a faint glow appeared on the wolf head pendant, as if it had come to life, vividly lifelike.

"Keep the token safe, and believe that one day... it will definitely come back..." The Grand Secretary sighed. "Let's go, or we'll delay the people behind us."

After his urging, the boys, their eyes red and swollen, on the verge of tears, reluctantly walked slowly toward the hanging basket.

Aww~~~

The wolf howls grew increasingly mournful and eerie, the sound waves vibrating and shaking the forest. Wild animals and birds took flight, as if bidding farewell or urging the others on.

"Why…..."

Old Fu took a long drag on his pipe and sighed deeply.

As an elder of both Jingtian Manor and Wanshou Sect for two generations, this kind of life-and-death separation was not the first time he had experienced it.

I still feel extremely tightness in my chest, as if a large rock is pressing down on me, and I can't breathe in any air.

Disband the sect and transfer its power.

In addition to sending resources and settling the elite troops within the gate.

The most important thing is to preserve the spark. To put it bluntly, the spark is a last resort for a particular faction.

These are measures that will only be used in the most critical moments.

These people may be weak or young, but each of them has enormous potential and their loyalty to the sect is unparalleled.

Although the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect has not been established for long, it has laid a solid foundation and has successively unearthed dozens of potential talents.

In the past two days, what Elder Fu and Elder Ge have done most is to find a way to send out the flame through a hidden communication channel.

Most of them have already left; only a few groups remain.

Looking at the reluctant boy, whose face was filled with deep sorrow.

Mr. Fu lowered his head helplessly and remained silent.

Han Yi's decision.

He can understand.

Mr. Fu understood that this was a decision he had been forced to make, a final decision made out of necessity and with no other choice.

But ultimately, a deep sense of resentment and anger welled up inside him, which he found hard to bear.

"Let's go back. There are still a few more groups that need to be sent off separately. I hope these two old bones of ours can still see the day we reunite in the future..."

With a creaking sound as the winch turned, the suspended basket slowly descended.

The Grand Secretary walked unsteadily to Elder Fu, a deep sorrow rising on his face.

Separation in life, separation in death.

Why would he want to go through these things?

Unfortunately, some things simply have to be done by someone.

"Spiritual Talisman - Urgent!!!"

Just then, a clear voice suddenly rang out.

The sky suddenly brightened, as if the sun were rising, and a red light tore through the night and rushed in.

boom! ! !

In an instant, a loud bang followed.

The sturdy inner city wall was struck and collapsed in half, revealing a huge gap.

"An enemy attack?!" Old Fu's expression changed drastically. In an instant, his true energy erupted, his muscles bulged, and his veins twisted like the roots of a thousand-year-old tree. His eyes were bloodshot, and his true energy surged wildly. He was already consumed by rage.

It's not a big deal that the city wall is broken.

The winch and suspended basket... were all blasted away in one go.

Once something is gone, it's gone forever.

The key is... the people inside...

Just like that…

It's gone too?!

"You...you deserve to die!!!" Old Fu's eyes widened in anger, his voice like thunder, as he thought of the several teenagers who had died tragically for no reason.

At the tender age of blossoming youth, the future hope of the sect…

The anger in his heart suddenly erupted and became completely uncontrollable.

As the shout fell, he suddenly raised his right hand and leaped into the air.

*Sizzle*

A tiny spark, the size of a match head, lit up and flew toward a faint human figure in the sky.

The fire ignited fiercely, and a thick cloud of white smoke rose, instantly covering half the sky.

boom! ! !

Old Master Fu emerged from the white smoke, his arm muscles as solid as steel, the tip of his massive pipe glowing red. He unleashed a powerful Dragon's Roar technique, carrying intense wind pressure, slamming it down on the figure's head. Although he had suffered several injuries before, and given his advanced age, his pure internal energy reserves were not as abundant as those of the younger generation.

However, decades of honing his skills have given him extraordinary experience in controlling details and timing the release of true power.

This move, Raging Dragon Roar, integrates body, form, and power into a unified whole, with internal and external forces working in perfect harmony. It is incredibly complex, and once successfully executed, it can compress 10% of one's true energy in an instant, causing ten times the destructive power.

This is precisely where Master Fu's experience and keen insight are demonstrated, and it is also the most powerful and furious strike of his life.

The Roar of the Angry Dragon is primarily a compressed burst of power. This time, he poured nearly half of his true energy into it, and after a perfect execution, it was far more powerful than that of a young grandmaster of the same realm.

Even a grandmaster a level above would not dare to confront such a formidable opponent head-on, and would have no choice but to temporarily maneuver around it.

“Spirit Talisman - Coffin”.

But the figure chuckled lightly, and with a gentle flick of her hand, several thick, enormous tree roots appeared out of thin air, binding Old Fu tightly like shackles.

The tree roots were entirely black, resembling steel, and covered with countless barbs.

"This...this is..."

Old Fu used all his strength and unleashed his full power, and the pipe exploded with a bang before he barely managed to break off one of the pipes.

The more he struggled, the deeper the tree roots pierced his flesh.

What followed was a torrent of vital energy and blood gushing out, and the person's aura became as weak as that of a dying old man in an instant.

"Senior brother?!"

The Grand Secretary's expression changed drastically. Without thinking, he rushed upwards, unleashing a series of secret techniques. He exhausted most of his true energy and used all his strength to stop the tree root prison that was falling from mid-air.

By the time he had a moment to pay attention to the figure, the figure in the distant sky had already rushed into the inner city.

The second, the third... followed immediately.

Three figures moved with impunity, rushing straight toward the center of the inner city.

The speed is simply terrifying.

Even with the Grand Secretary's keen eyesight, he could only see blurry figures at most, and he couldn't make out the men, women, young, old, tall, short, fat, or thin people at all.

"This is a huge problem..."

He gave a bitter smile, knowing the worst-case scenario Han Yi had predicted…

Appeared.

This move...this aura...this arrogance...

It can't be anyone else!

Yuanmiaozong, someone has arrived.

But he was powerless to do anything. His senior brother, Master Fu, was defeated in a single move, so he was even less of a match for him.

In the quiet of the night, two loud explosions rang out in quick succession, alerting the inner city guards.

Even though most of the members of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect had withdrawn and dispersed to various parts of Yunzhou.

Within the inner city, a basic defensive and guard force is still maintained.

At that moment, the alarm blared, and news of the enemy attack spread.

The fences were lowered, and the elite forces gathered.

A large number of heavily armed guards, accompanied by wolves and beasts, gathered and converged to block the enemy.

Bang bang bang!

A barrage of powerful bullets was fired, creating a dense, red barrage that swept towards the three of them like rain.

"Still the same old mundane routine..." The leader of the three shook his head rather boredly and waved his sleeve.

Suddenly, a talisman fell down.

Bang!

The talisman suddenly exploded, turning into a large expanse of white light with a snap, vaguely forming a white square cloth that enveloped the surroundings.

The handkerchief gleamed with a faint white light; it appeared thin but was actually very elastic.

Swish...

Just as the bullets were about to hit the figure, the handkerchief suddenly enlarged, rolled up, and enveloped all the bullets.

In the blink of an eye, the entire sky became clear and empty.

Chi Chi!

Immediately, the square cloth unfolded, and countless bullets were swept by the white light, bouncing back at an even faster speed.

In an instant, dozens of elite guards were covered in numerous penetrating wounds, coughing up blood and collapsing to the ground.

oooo~~~

Hundreds of wolves, each the size of a calf, leaped out, their gait strange and blending into the surrounding terrain, forming a formation that subtly sealed the three of them within.

"hehe…..."

The three continued moving at the same speed, with one of them gently sprinkling out a large amount of white powder.

The powder floated lightly, quickly landing on the wolf beast with the airflow.

Ow! ! !

The moment the powder was inhaled into their nasal cavities, the wolf pack fell silent. In an instant, all the wolves went limp, their eyes turning bloodshot, devoid of any reason whatsoever.

Click!

With a single bite, the sharp wolf teeth severed the thick fur and robust neck, and the enormous wolf head rolled to the ground.

Blood splattered and gushed out, spreading wildly across the ground like a stream.

boom! ! !

Perhaps it was the smell of blood that triggered it, or perhaps it was the effect of the powder.

The hundreds of wolves suddenly went berserk, attacking their companions in a frenzy.

A wolf's fang severed in half, countless blood-red hairs floating in the air, half a wolf's head, and intestines dragging a long trail of blood on the ground...

Blood was everywhere, the scene was gruesome and unbearable to look at.

Roar! ! !

Many of the guards who realized what was happening rushed out in time to try to calm the raging wolf.

To no avail.

Thump! As soon as a female night patrol guard approached, she was violently rammed and thrown to the ground by the wolf, where she could only watch helplessly as the drooling wolf's mouth opened wide and slowly approached.

Strips of flesh clung to the gaps between the wolf's teeth, billowing white steam rose from them, and a nauseating, fishy stench emanated from them.

The wolf beast before her should have been her closest companion, but...

The woman slowly closed her eyes, awaiting death.

The wolf's claws retracted slightly, its hind legs bent, and its tail taut.

A wave of nauseating, foul-smelling air hit me.