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Immortal Palace of Eternal Life

Chapter 571: Shadow of the Flood Dragon 🐉

Published: March 3, 2025

Chapter 572: Shadow of the Flood Dragon

"I understand."

Anger aside, the situation was stronger than the individual, so Zhuo Mengzhen still had to agree.

The five took turns to scout, and everything seemed fair.

But who told her to make a mistake?

As for how to cross the Black Dragon Mountain Range, the five reached a consensus to quietly stay in the forest and wait for the opportunity six days later.

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With the concealment treasure "Azure Soul Veil," as long as they were not meticulously scanned, the five would not be easily discovered.

Hidden in the forest dozens of miles away from the Black Dragon Mountain Range, they quietly observed the surroundings.

At this critical moment, no one had the thought of resting. For golden core cultivators, staying awake for a month or two was not a problem.

Time passed, and six days swiftly flew by.

"The number of demonic cultivators..."

Watching the distant black dots, Liu Yu quietly poked his head out, feeling somewhat shocked.

Just a moment ago, a third-order demonic cultivator had flown over from above the forest. Thankfully, they hadn’t searched carefully, or they would have discovered the five's whereabouts.

As the birthday of the Black Flood Dragon approached, in just six short days, there were already thirty or forty demonic cultivators heading towards the Black Dragon Mountain Range from Liu Yu's direction!

And this was just one direction!

Calculating other directions, the number of demonic cultivators made Liu Yu's scalp tingle.

Not to mention, the Black Flood Dragon was a peak fourth-stage demonic cultivator, equivalent to late-stage nascent soul, and there might even be other fourth-stage demonic cultivators appearing!

In his spiritual perception, strong spiritual pressure was faintly discernible in the direction of the Black Dragon Mountain Range.

However, due to the fear of the demonic cultivators' spiritual perception, the five did not dare to use their spiritual consciousness to observe, nor could they gaze for too long.

"There’s still half an hour until noon."

Glancing at the small dot in the sky, Liu Yu quickly withdrew his gaze, thinking to himself.

Although the sunlight was blazing, even someone as steadfast as him still felt a slight chill in his body.

A few strands of spiritual pressure from within the Black Dragon Mountain Range, even if only faintly sensed, sent a chilling feeling down Liu Yu's spine.

Fourth-stage demonic cultivator!

"Crack!"

Liu Yu's right hand reflexively tightened around the Sword of Ruin hanging at his waist.

This was his most powerful offensive means at present; only this spiritual treasure gave him a slight sense of reassurance.

But if discovered by the demonic cultivators, even if he could kill several with it, he would ultimately face an end where his bones would not remain.

Liu Yu faced his inner self, and in the face of the terror between life and death, he found it difficult to ignore.

At this moment, a thread of tension unconsciously arose in his heart.

Even if the slogans were shouted loudly, even if the preparations were ample, he could not dispel the tension and unease within.

If he felt this way, it was needless to say about the others.

The Old Daoist of the Azure Tower leaned against a large tree, his pupils dilated and his eyes vacant, his breathing somewhat erratic.

He had plunged the Purple Twilight Soul Severing Halberd into the ground, gripping its shaft tightly, as if this was the only way he could find a little bit of security.

Meanwhile, Mu Yunyan took out a bronze mirror.

She pulled out various makeup tools and continuously adorned herself in front of the bronze mirror.

Beauty was a lifelong affair, but death was only a moment!

As for High Sword Cold, he took out a clean piece of white cloth and kept wiping the Black Shark Sword.

Despite the sword being spotless, he continued to wipe it as if by doing so he could not stop for a moment, lest he think of the consequences of failure.

However, during his cleaning, he occasionally zoned out, appearing clearly distracted.