Published: March 3, 2025
CHAPTER 778: Frontline Situation
“With only two people left, could it be that they were intimidated by Nangong Tian's reputation and have backed out at the last moment?”
Thinking of this, Liu Yu subtly exchanged a glance with Master Kongzhao.
The same thought flashed through their minds, and their expressions gradually grew serious.
At the frontline of the war between humans and demons, even yuan ying cultivators had to be extremely cautious.
The nascent soul of a human cultivator was a great supplement for a demonic king, as effective as earth and sky spiritual objects.
Moreover, they might also have to face the threat of a great cultivator.
Considering this, it was only natural for Huangmei and the others to choose to withdraw.
However, with the loss of two mid-stage yuan ying combatants, the remaining two would have to reconsider whether to participate in this operation.
If the risks were too high, they would have to abandon this opportunity.
After all, treasures were precious, but one needed to have a life to enjoy them.
Agreeing to the invitation only indicated a willingness to bear some risks; it wasn’t a rush to seek death!
“The Sword of Ruin must not be exposed. If both mid-stage true monarchs fail to arrive, I will also have to give up on this trip,” Liu Yu thought to himself.
For crucial resources, he was indeed willing to take risks, but if the danger were too great, he would choose to step back.
After all, he was only two hundred ninety-one years old, and compared to the lifespan of sixteen hundred years, he still had plenty of time to plan; there was no need to rush.
Furthermore, even if he only consumed spiritual herbs, his training speed was far beyond that of other true monarchs.
In the gale layer, the three remained silent, quietly waiting for news from the remaining two.
Yet from all directions, there was still no sign of movement.
As time passed, Liu Yu sensed that Ink Plum was starting to lose her composure.
Her spiritual consciousness swept around, frequently turning her head to look left and right, unwilling to see the worst-case scenario unfold.
She clearly understood that losing the two most important combatants meant that the two who were present would also not be able to hold their ground, leaving her to face the journey alone.
“Boom!”
The gusts of wind howled by, and another two hours passed in the blink of an eye.
“Fellow Daoists.”
Ink Plum's heart sank to the bottom, and she forced a smile to speak.
But halfway through her sentence, she seemed to sense something and suddenly looked to the upper right.
In the upper right of the three, in the second layer of the gale layer, a surge of yuan ying spiritual pressure approached rapidly, its might clearly surpassing anyone present.
“Huangmei True Monarch.”
Recognizing the aura, Ink Plum instantly knew the identity of the newcomer; the joy on her face flashed away, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as Huangmei was present, the overall strength of the team would not diminish too much, and Qingyang and Kongzhao would not leave.
“Hahaha.”
The voice arrived before the person did.
Before they could see the escape light, a hearty laugh had already reached the ears of the three.
Then a yellow escape light appeared from above, revealing the unremarkable figure of Huangmei True Monarch, who wore a yellow robe and clasped his hands with a smile, saying:
“My three fellow Daoists, I was delayed on the road because of a minor matter. Please do not blame me!”
“I am very sorry.”
The news of Ink Plum inviting him for assistance was not a secret; he had received a “friendly greeting” from Nangong Tian before setting off.
However, after much contemplation, he ultimately could not resist the temptation of the True Pill and chose to take the plunge to break through his mid-stage bottleneck.
“Better late than never.”
“It’s only a bit of time; we do not mind.”
“You have arrived as promised, and I am immensely grateful,” Ink Plum True Monarch immediately replied.