Chapter 70 — Ambush
劍問蒼天 · Page 1 of 6
~rDate: ~09月21r~
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Net. All five of them hailed from the Canglan Sect. Now, riding their magical treasures in swift flight, they moved with astonishing speed; in but a short while, beneath the faint glow cast by their artifacts, they could already glimpse the far edge of the forest ahead, and beyond it, the sea swallowed in the darkness of night.
The sea wind swept in, accompanied by bursts of long, shrill cries that echoed through the deep night.
Everyone's heart leaped with joy, their spirits roused; they were just about to speed up and fly clear of this dark forest when, all at once, a dim red light shot out silently from the darkness, striking He Dachuan, who flew in the middle of the group, with incomparable speed.
He Dachuan gave a muffled groan, his body swayed, and he actually plummeted from midair. Song Dayi and the others were greatly alarmed, but by then they had already flown far ahead; they hastily turned and flew back, while Zhang Qingyue and Tian Lingsu, following behind, also rushed toward He Dachuan.
Among them, Du Biyan was closest to He Dachuan and the quickest to react; he immediately halted his body dead in the air, dropped down beside He Dachuan, swept his gaze around, and asked urgently at the same time, "Fourth Senior Brother, are you all right?"
In but a moment, cold sweat covered He Dachuan's forehead. He rasped, "Careful—this man's demonic arts are truly vicious..."
Before he could finish, another dim red light came flying out of the darkness. Du Biyan knitted his brows, twisted his body to shield He Dachuan, and moved his hands swiftly in hand seals; the three strange dice immediately flew out to meet that red light.
In the darkness, someone uttered a "Hm?" with a note of surprise, though it seemed to be astonishment at the shape of the magical treasure rather than at Du Biyan's cultivation. The red light did not hesitate in the slightest and came straight on.
In an instant the two collided. Du Biyan's body shook; he felt that when the red light struck his dice treasure, a thick, foul aura of evil had been transmitted onto his own artifact, and through it, there seemed faintly to be a tendency to attack him as well.
Du Biyan was greatly shocked—he had never seen such demonic arts before—and just as he was at a loss, Song Dayi, Tian Lingsu, and the others arrived. Zhang Qingyue, following behind, frowned, feeling that this red light looked somewhat familiar; it seemed to be the "Red Demon Eye" of the old leader of the Blood Refining Hall of the demon cult, back at the Abyss of the Dead that day.
Sure enough, following a few long laughs, several figures stepped out of the darkness—none other than the old leader and the rest of the Blood Refining Hall. The old leader stood at the very front, a great crimson eye affixed to his face, most horrifying to behold, though by now it had slowly returned to normal. Behind him were the beautiful woman, Liu Gao, and the Wild Wolf Daoist as well; only the young Lin Feng was missing.
Zhang Qingyue had seen these people many times and recognized them at a glance—especially the Wild Wolf Daoist, for it was this man who had brought the Blood-Sucking Old Demon tonight and caused Zhang Qingyue no end of suffering. But now, looking at him, he saw that the wild dog's face was covered in black and purple bruises, battered beyond recognition; most likely, when the Blood-Sucking Old Demon had tossed him aside earlier, he had been flung through this forest of thick, sturdy trees and knocked every which way, until his face was lumpy all over.
These men of the Blood Refining Hall were now weak and few in number. While the great factions of the demon cult and the righteous path fought their fierce battles, they had been assigned to this far edge of the forest, there only to watch for any fish that slipped through the net—plainly, the demon cult held them in contempt.