Volume Two: The Appearance of the Nine Provinces Map, Entering the Spirit Void Sect Chapter 122: Demon Wind Wolf Valley

Desperate and struggling to his feet, Lu Jie scrambled to follow the direction in which Chen Yu and the others had retreated. He was filled with regret; he should not have been so greedy, and he should have heeded Chen Yu’s warnings. Now, all he wanted was to survive—just to live.

"Haha... do you think you can escape? Is this what the disciples of the Spirit Void Sect are like? They seem mediocre at best," the pursuers behind him mocked with disdain. "Did you really think you could escape our reach by fleeing into the Demon Wind Ridge? Don't overestimate yourselves. This ridge will be the burial ground for all of you."

Boom! Lu Jie was sent flying by another sword strike, coughing up blood in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground, his spirit broken and his body withered.

"Heh... do you still have the strength to run?" the attacker said with a sinister grin. "Because you fled into the Demon Wind Ridge, our Xuankong Sect has suffered so many casualties. Tell me... how should we greet you? Haha..."

"You wouldn't dare... I am a disciple of the Spirit Void Sect. Are you trying to make an enemy of my sect?" Lu Jie threatened anxiously.

"What a joke. Who is to blame if you die in the Demon Wind Ridge? Besides, the Spirit Void Sect is not the only power in Huangzhou."

"You truly dare?" Seeing the seven men radiating murderous intent, Lu Jie panicked. He backed away laboriously, pointing his sword at his enemies.

"Chief, let's finish this! There are others waiting for us up ahead."

"Kill them!"

But just as they moved to strike, a sudden, violent gale swept out from the shadows.

"Watch out!" the Xuankong Sect members cried, their expressions shifting to alarm as they took defensive stances.

The next second, several arrows whistled through the air from the darkness.

"Hmph, you think mere arrows can hurt us?"

The Xuankong sectarians raised their longswords, intending to deflect the projectiles, but upon impact, the arrowheads ignited with fierce flames.

Realizing the danger, the men shouted in panic, "Retreat, quickly!"

Boom! Boom! A series of fiery explosions instantly engulfed the seven men. Given that they had managed to track their prey deep into the Demon Wind Ridge, their strength was not to be underestimated.

Though they survived, their power was severely depleted. They were decisive, however, and immediately turned to flee.

"Kill!" Chen Yu let out a sharp cry from the darkness. Six figures lunged forward, striking directly at the seven men from the Xuankong Sect.

"Damn it, it’s an ambush!"

The two sides clashed. Because the Xuankong sectarians were already wounded, four were cut down in short order. The final three, however, were at the fourth aperture of the First Origin stage and were incredibly powerful; they proved difficult to finish off.

"Leave no survivors! Kill them!" Chen Yu frowned and commanded coldly.

Princess Muyang’s subordinates, who had been lurking in the surroundings, swarmed out and joined the fray alongside Chen Yu.

Chen Yu transformed into a streak of golden light, gathering his aura to deliver a full-force strike: "Sword Art of the Unskilled: Dragon-Subduing and Tiger-Taming."

Wherever the blade passed, the Xuankong cultivator had no time to react before his body was cleaved in half.

"What?" It was not just the men of the Xuankong Sect who were stunned; Princess Muyang and her group were equally shocked. This was their first time seeing Chen Yu fight, and he had truly left them awestruck.

"Stop! We are from the Xuankong Sect; you cannot kill us!" The remaining two were terrified, desperate only to live.

As Princess Muyang and the others hesitated, Chen Yu spoke again: "Leave no survivors."

"Kill!" Hearing Chen Yu’s order, Hong Zhan unleashed his full power, cutting one of them down with a single stroke of his blade. Wu Yue and the others did not hesitate, swiftly ending the life of the last man.

Just as the group was celebrating the annihilation of the pursuers, one of Hong Dong’s subordinates came rushing from the distance.

"Master Chen, Your Highness, a large force from the Xuankong Sect is fast approaching. Furthermore, Su Han and Jia Wan have been captured by them."

Chen Yu frowned and said coldly, "Take the two corpses. Proceed with the plan."

"Yes!"

Chen Yu ordered everyone to scatter and create the appearance of a panicked retreat.

Lu Jie, having narrowly escaped death, dared not utter a word and followed them quickly. He had witnessed firsthand that Chen Yu cared nothing for the lives of Su Han and Jia Wan. Just as Chen Yu had said before, they were on their own.

Not long after, Chen Yu and his group arrived outside a valley. They had no intention of entering; instead, Chen Yu had everyone hide carefully. He carried the two Xuankong corpses to the valley entrance, threw one outside with a talisman attached to it, and tossed the other inside, before reuniting with Princess Muyang and the others.

Like the rest of the group, Chen Yu covered his body in mud mixed with crushed herbs to mask his scent.

"Will they fall for it?" Princess Muyang asked, concerned.

"We left so many traces; even if they suspect a trap, they will certainly pursue us," Chen Yu said cautiously. "However, the fact that they managed to capture Su Han and Jia Wan suggests their reinforcements are strong—they might even have cultivators of the Yin-Yang realm. Let’s see if these Demon Wind Wolves can give us a surprise."

As he spoke, forty or fifty black wolves emerged from the valley, drawn by the scent of blood. Seeing the corpse and smelling the fresh blood ignited their ferocity, and they began to devour it with growls. But one corpse was far from enough to satisfy the hunger of fifty wolves.

Soon, the corpse outside the valley was discovered. Seven or eight wolves rushed toward it, but just as they took a few bites, a torrent of flames erupted from the body, scorching the wolves and killing two of them instantly.

Awooo! Shrieks of agony and rage filled the pack. They knew they had been targeted by enemies.

Among them was a massive Demon Wind Wolf, the size of two ordinary oxen, clearly the pack leader. It threw its head back and howled at the sky, its emerald eyes fixed on the distance, where the sound of rustling leaves and the faint scent of blood lingered.

The Wolf King let out a roar, leading the pack to charge forward like the wind.

Chen Yu and the others, hiding in the distance, felt their hearts in their throats. Even though the wolves had left, they did not move. They waited—waiting for the battle to erupt on the other side.

Sure enough, after only a short while, roars of anger echoed from not far away.

"Despicable humans! How dare you trespass into my Demon Wind Valley and plot against my kin!" the Wolf King roared.

"You beast, you seek death..." The newcomers did not know what the Wolf King was saying, but since the battle had already begun, there was no need for mercy.

In an instant, the heavy scent of blood filled the air. Not only did it fail to stop the fighting, it intensified it, drawing in surrounding demon beasts and spirits. All of this was beyond what Chen Yu had anticipated.

Yet, Chen Yu was not worried; instead, he was pleased to see it all unfold.