Zhuge Liang's Journey to Dominate the World: Starting from Another World

The several cultivators who had caught up with them were also quite nervous upon seeing this. Often, the more unknown something is, the more tense people become.

One by one, they unconsciously raised their flying spirit beasts higher, trying to get as far away from the seemingly calm but actually deadly sandy surface as possible.

Li Xin stood on the flying spirit beast, calmly watching Kong Ming flee into the depths of the desert, following behind like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Prime Minister, put me down quickly! Carrying me is too exhausting for you. You escape first, I'll cover your retreat!"

Zhao Yun shouted anxiously, knowing full well that if Kongming insisted on taking him along, the outcome would inevitably be a double demise.

As a mortal, he was indeed unable to fly and glide like Kongming, and if Kongming were alone, he might still have a chance of survival.

"Zilong, we are brothers, how can I abandon you?" Kongming's voice was soft, but it was full of undeniable power.

As darkness fell, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled across the vast desert, turning the golden sands a blood-red hue, adding an air of eeriness and danger.

Kongming kept changing direction in the air, trying to shake off Li Xin's pursuit.

But the other party didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move, but simply followed behind at a leisurely pace, enjoying this cat-and-mouse game.

Kongming was secretly anxious. He knew that if things continued like this, not only would his magical power be exhausted, but the desert at night would become even more dangerous, and the unknown creatures hidden in the darkness would be their greatest threat.

"Prime Minister, if this continues, we will all be dragged down." Zhao Yun's voice was filled with determination. He suddenly broke free from Kongming and fell onto the sand.

"Come back!" Kongming shouted.

"Prime Minister, although Zilong is not a person of the immortal path, if you do not abandon me, let me, with my mortal body, try to secure a glimmer of hope for your life!"

After speaking, Zhao Yun moved swiftly and landed steadily on a sand dune not far away, his spear pointing straight to the sky, as if to pierce through the endless darkness.

"What are you doing? I order you to get up here right now!" Kongming roared, his body plunging downwards at lightning speed.

"Prime Minister, back at Changban Slope, Zilong charged in and out seven times, vowing to protect the young lord. Today, though the young lord is gone, with you here, Prime Minister, I am your heaven. I am willing to use my own flesh and blood to shield you from all pursuers, even if it means being shattered to pieces!"

After he finished speaking, a rich blood-red light began to emanate from his body, and his internal blood and qi resonated with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"Stop it!"

Kongming vaguely guessed that Zhao Yun wanted to sacrifice his life to forcibly burn his martial spirit and block the pursuers for him.

"Using essence blood as a catalyst to ignite the martial spirit!"

Li Xin was slightly moved. In his memory, no one had ever been able to cultivate to the level of Zhao Yun in the martial arts path, and to contend with the immortal path with a mortal body.

If Zhao Yun were to sacrifice his own martial spirit today, he would be certain to die.

"Zilong, if you don't stop now, I won't acknowledge you as my brother!"

On the sand dunes below, the blood-red light grew even more intense, and a faint blood mist began to form around Zhao Yun's body. Kongming's eyes widened in fury.

However, at that moment, a sudden gust of wind arose in the desert, and the sand grains were stirred up as if by an invisible force, forming an enormous sand pillar.

A monster the size of a small mountain emerged from the depths of the desert.

Its sharp claws gleamed with a cold light, its massive body was covered in rough scales, and its eyes, like burning flames, stared straight at Zhao Yun.

"This is... the Desert Tarantula King!" Li Xin's expression changed slightly. "Could there be something extraordinary down there, that a spider king has actually been born?"

Li Xin muttered to himself, and then a hint of greed appeared on his face.

However, he did not act rashly. He knew that once a demon king reached the Great Perfection, even a Nascent Soul stage monster would not be confident of subduing him.

Now we'll see what level this demon king has reached in his cultivation.

Li Xin stopped the other cultivators and hovered in the sky, watching the scene below warily.

Kongming was also startled by this sudden turn of events and broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly regained his composure and his gaze swept back and forth between Zhao Yun and the desert tarantula king, his heart filled with anxiety.

"Zilong, quickly gather your essence blood!" Kongming shouted, and at the same time, he flashed towards Zhao Yun.

Upon seeing this, the Spider King's enormous body trembled violently, causing the ground to shake. The surrounding sand seemed to come alive, enveloping Kongming and Zhao Yun before being sucked into the ground.

Kongming hurriedly grabbed Zhao Yun, trying to slow down the descent, but even so, the two were still dragged down into the sand as if by an invisible hand.

Zhao Yun suffered a significant backlash due to the interruption of his burning martial spirit. His face was pale, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered. He knew that if he completely lost consciousness, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He mustered his inner energy to resist the pressure from the surrounding sand.

"Zilong, hold on..." Kongming's words were interrupted by a strong tremor. It was as if hundreds of claws were digging around them at the same time, and the sand surged like a tide, pushing them into a deeper underground space.

"Prime Minister...I..."

"Don't speak, conserve your energy, we still have a chance!" Kongming's voice was firm and calm, bringing Zhao Yun a sense of comfort.

Just then, the surrounding sand suddenly became thin, and they fell directly into a huge underground cave, with a faint fluorescent glow illuminating the entire space.

Kongming hurriedly took out a healing pill and put it into Zhao Yun's mouth, then began to observe the surrounding environment.

After Zhao Yun took the elixir, his complexion gradually regained some color. He gripped his spear tightly and warily scanned his surroundings.

"Prime Minister, where exactly is this place? Why is there such a huge cave, and what about that desert tarantula king..." His words were tinged with confusion and wariness.

Kongming gently stroked his jade fan, his brows furrowed, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "This place is probably an ancient ruin. As for that spider king, it may be a spirit beast guarding the secrets of this place. We must act carefully to avoid triggering the internal restrictions."

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep humming sound came from the depths of the cave.

Kongming and Zhao Yun exchanged a glance, both seeing solemnity in each other's eyes, and slowly approached the source of the sound.

As you go deeper, the scenery inside the cave becomes more and more spectacular, with a huge earthen altar in the center, covered with ancient runes.

Around the altar, a dense earth elemental energy gathered into a visible vortex, slowly rotating as if connected to the pulse of the earth.

Suddenly, a rustling sound rang out, and countless wolf spiders swarmed in from outside the passage.

Their eyes gleamed with an eerie green light, like a group of messengers from hell, silently surrounding Kongming and Zhao Yun, forcing them to retreat repeatedly.

Although these tarantulas were not as large as the tarantula king, their sheer number was enough to make any powerful person's heart tremble...