Beside the turbulent river.
Under the cover of a golden, shimring heavenly origin light shield, the entire blood plague altar was enveloped.
This light shield was extrely resilient.
Even a strong person in the Saint King Realm would need to expend considerable effort to break it.
Now.
Wei Yang and a group of infants were trapped under this light shield.
Chains ford from the essence of heaven and earth wrapped tightly around them, binding them within.
Even so.
The blood-colored runes on those infants beca even more dazzling and radiant, their faces turning increasingly red, with bloodthirsty eyes and clawing gestures resembling savage beasts ready to devour anyone in their path.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Roars erupted from the mouths of these infants.
Even Wei Yang, who could originally maintain clarity, beca violent and frenzied under the assault of the blood-colored runes.
"Let go!"
"Xiao Lin, you bastard, I will definitely kill you..."
"Wei Du, Shu Feng... let out, otherwise, I will haunt you even as a ghost..."
The series of unspeakable rants and insults made Wei Du and Shu Feng’s faces turn extrely unsightly.
After all.
This Wei Yang was Wei Du’s own sister, and Shu Feng also treated her as family, and seeing her like this was truly hard to accept.
"I shouldn’t have let her go in so willfully..." Wei Du blad himself.
"I’m to bla too. If I had been more resolute with Xiao Lin and stopped her back then, it would have been better..." Shu Feng scratched his head, his face full of bitterness.
Sigh!
Shu Feng let out a long sigh, staring in the direction Xiao Yi had left: "Now, we can only pin our hopes on Xiao Lin..."
Wei Du also nodded.
At this mont.
All the people focused on the altar were unaware that, not far above them in the sky, a silver figure swept by.
There was a pair of eyes emitting a silver glow, observing everything below from high above.
A mont later.
This silver figure descended into a mountain valley, where towering ancient trees stood densely, with erald leaves obscuring the sky, and patches of sunlight filtering in, giving a sowhat stuffy feel.
At the roots of a gigantic tree reaching ten thousand feet, a dozen figures sat cross-legged.
Around them lay crouching bear wolves, warily watching the surroundings, occasionally casting their gaze at a campfire around which the people were gathered.
On it was a corpse of a beast roasting, emitting a mouthwatering aroma of at.
They had witnessed firsthand that this beast was one of their own, one of the bear wolves, and it did not die in battle but rely because the young man sitting in the center said he hadn’t tasted bear wolf at yet.
The old man with white hair and beard beside him, with a thunderous montum, had slain the bear wolf and roasted it into a fragrant roast for him.
It’s worth knowing...
That bear wolf, on the battlefield of the realm, was regarded with great rit in the Unhard Heaven Realm.
Hunting bear wolves was expressly forbidden, a violation of military law.
Much more so when a bear wolf credited with achievents was slain just because its at was unfamiliar.
If this were reported back, the Law Enforcent Team would co imdiately.
Yet, these strong mbers of the Vermilion Bird Legion showed no fear; instead, they eagerly awaited the aromatic roast bear wolf.
If Xiao Yi were present, he would surely recognize Wang Hui and Peng Pin, who stood prominently among the crowd.
At this mont.
Wang Hui, like a licking dog, was eagerly offering tea and water to the young man without armor before him: "Young Master Wang, this is spiritual tea I’ve cherished for years, sothing good acquired from the Supre Sect on the Unhard Heaven Realm side, please taste it!"
The young Master’s cold eyes swept over him with disdain, sneering: "What good tea could possibly co from the Supre Sect side? This trash isn’t even worthy to be my mouthwash..."
"Uh..."
Wang Hui’s face stiffened, filled with embarrassnt.
He hadn’t expected that the spiritual tea, which he himself couldn’t bear to taste, would be called trash by the other party.
This put him in a difficult position.
However, the white-haired elder spoke up to relieve him: "Young Master, after all, we are on the battlefield here, and conditions are limited. Moreover, the master’s intention is also for you to experience the experience of ordinary warriors on the battlefield, you should..."
Seeing the white-haired elder say this, the young Master frowned. This white-haired elder was his father’s confidant, so even he had to call him Yun Grandpa.
He had to give him this face.
Wang Shaojie then nodded, taking the spiritual tea from Wang Hui’s hand, just taking a sip before returning it: "Hmm, this young master has tasted it, you were thoughtful. After this young master’s training is over, I will certainly speak positively to my father for you!"
"Thank you, Young Master Wang, my life belongs to you now. If you have any orders in the future, just say the word, and I’ll go through fire and water without hesitation!" Wang Hui said excitedly.
This Wang Shaojie, Young Master Wang, was indeed a big figure, and his father was one of the four legion leaders of Jun Shang City, the leader of the Vermilion Bird Legion.
That was an existence in the Saint King Realm.
Even in the entire Jun Shang City, he was among the top five!
For him, making this connection ant he could truly soar!
He also had good luck this ti.
By chance, he beca acquainted with the white-haired elder Yun, so when Wang Shaojie wanted to go out for training, Yun recomnded their team.
Wang Shaojie nodded with satisfaction: "Rest assured, from now on, following this young master, you can walk sideways in Jun Shang City without anyone daring to say a word against you!"
"Thank you, Young Master Wang..."
Before Wang Hui could finish his words, Yun interrupted: "What Young Master Wang, you should call him Young Lord!"
Uh...
Wang Hui was stunned, then suddenly realized.
Calling him Young Master Wang was for outsiders.
But calling him Young Lord ant being one of their own!
Realizing this.
Wang Hui respectfully said: "Wang Hui pays respects to the Young Lord!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A sharp sound suddenly ca through, and everyone looked up to see a silver demon beast descending from the sky.
It was a Silver Feathered Eagle, more than a person’s height, shrinking continually as it descended, turning palm-sized and landing on Yun Grandpa’s shoulder.
Yun Grandpa patted its head, raised an eyebrow, and said: "Young Lord, Xiao Ying says there’s a squad of the Vermilion Bird Legion found by the river, along with a group of aliens sealed in a mysterious altar..."
"Oh? There are actually aliens?"
Wang Shaojie raised an eyebrow, having been sheltered by his parents while cultivating in the city. He only knew of despised aliens on the realm battlefield, having never seen them, and said, "Yun Grandpa, I’ve never seen aliens before, let’s go demand those aliens over!"
Yun frowned and said: "Young Lord, after all, those are the spoils of other squads of the Vermilion Bird Legion, it’s not quite proper for us to go and demand them..."
Wang Shaojie frowned, clearly displeased, but couldn’t say much more.
After all, Yun was his father’s confidant.
But Wang Hui, standing beside, rolled his eyes and said: "Young Lord, leave this to ! I guarantee I’ll get that group of aliens for you..."
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