Chapter 412: Chapter 256: Cultivation World 46_2
As an outstanding disciple of the manor, Ziyue shouldered the important task of eliminating evil forces and upholding justice.
She accepted the assignment from the manor and led a small team to the Wind Spirit Mountain Range.
However, these cultivators from the evil forces were adept at hiding, and despite a prolonged pursuit, they managed to evade capture.
Not long ago, Ziyue encountered a cultivator from the evil forces. While chasing this person, she lost track of them. After searching for a while, she came across Si Lingle.
So, Ziyue offered her help, knowing that Si Lingle was not one of the evil cultivators.
The evil cultivators all wore masks, and beneath those masks were strange patterns on their faces.
Si Lingle had no such patterns.
Ziyue described the appearance of the evil cultivator to Si Lingle in detail, advising her never to confront them directly, as these cultivators were insidiously wicked, skilled in using sinister methods against their enemies.
These cunning methods were hard to anticipate.
"Thank you for the warning, fellow cultivator."
Si Lingle found a spot and set up an array to rest.
"Senior Sister Ziyue, were the evil cultivators caught up to?" Ting Lan inquired.
"No, they escaped," Ziyue replied. "These evil cultivators have some skills. You mustn’t act alone."
Ting Lan scoffed internally, wondering why the Manor Master valued Ziyue so highly, as she couldn’t even catch the evil cultivators; truly useless. If she were to go after them, she would surely catch and kill them.
What skill do these evil cultivators have? In her view, it’s simply that Ziyue is lacking, allowing these evil cultivators to escape.
She planned to outshine Ziyue in this mission.
The night was like a massive black curtain, heavily pressing down on the latter half of the world’s night.
Ziyue and her companions were in deep rest, completely unaware that danger, like a ghost, was stealthily closing in on them.
Ten evil cultivators, dressed in black robes, with faces hidden in the darkness, moved as lightly as phantoms.
Their eyes gleamed with greed and ferocity, like wolves scenting blood. Under the cover of night, they slowly surrounded Ziyue and her companions, the encirclement tightening like a vast net.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the silent night sky, signaling the evil cultivators to launch their attack.
They surged forward from all directions like demons pouring out of Hell towards Ziyue and her group.
Streams of black demonic Qi surged towards them like a violent tide, exuding a nauseating stench as if it were the breath of death.
Ziyue awakened with a start, her eyes widening instantly, quickly sealing and shouting, her voice as loud as a great bell: "Everyone, be careful!"
Streaks of azure light shot from her fingertips like meteors towards the attacking evil cultivators.
The other companions also reacted, each displaying their spells and weapons, engaging in fierce battle with the evil cultivators.
In an instant, blades and swords clashed, spell lights shone brightly, cries of battle and spell booms intermingled, shattering the night’s silence.
An evil cultivator moved swiftly like a ghost towards Si Lingle, a black dagger in hand gleaming coldly, stabbing fiercely at Si Lingle’s chest.
Si Lingle sidestepped deftly, like an agile swallow, avoiding the deadly blow.
Immediately afterward, she countered with a backward sword slash, the wind from her sword sharp, aimed at the evil cultivator’s arm. The evil cultivator retreated in haste but was still grazed by the sword wind, blood staining his black robe.
Another evil cultivator set his sights on Ziyue, chanting a sinister spell, sending a black flame roaring towards Ziyue.
Ziyue remained calm, tracing a mystical rune in the air with her hands, the rune glowing brightly, instantly blocking the black flame. She seized the opportunity to advance a step, launching a powerful Wind Blade at the evil cultivator.
The evil cultivator was struck by the Wind Blade, his body swaying a few times, but he quickly regained his footing and attacked again.
The ten evil cultivators, like frenzied beasts, launched wave after wave of attacks on Si Lingle, Ziyue, and the others.
They coordinated seamlessly, forming a tightly-knit attack formation.
One evil cultivator swiftly pulled out an old Spirit Beast Bag from his waist. The bag’s color was dull, covered in bizarre runes, faintly emitting a nauseating sinister aura.
He quickly sealed with his hands, muttering under his breath, and as a low spell resounded, he suddenly opened the Spirit Beast Bag.
