Purple Soup stood like a ghost in the distance, casting a sinister smile at Su Yue.
She ignited the wrath of the monsters.
...
Mo Kai arrived at the conflict zone between the Four-armed Race and the Steel Bone Race, finding the contradictions more complex than he had imagined.
But they can be mediated, although it will require some time.
Suddenly, Mo Kaiās eyelids twitched.
He suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.
In Mo Kaiās mind, the image of Hong Guo inexplicably appeared.
As a Ninth Grade, he could sense certain crises, although not always accurately, yet sometimes this feeling was indeed mysterious.
"City Lord Hei Qi, thereās nothing much here. Return to Mao Yao City and help Hei Ti keep the trial field under control. Make sure nothing goes wrong."
Mo Kai ordered.
Though Hei Ti, a Seventh Grade, can suppress everything, Mo Kai still felt that an Eighth Grade would be more reliable.
"Divine Elder, this..."
Hei Qi was taken aback.
He thought he heard wrong.
Indeed, there wasnāt much for him to do here, but to let a city lord preside over a Third Grade trial?
The Divine Elder must be joking.
Not to mention himself, even Hei Ti didnāt want to go.
"You go keep an eye on a Third Grade refugee named Hong Guo; he is my Closed-door Disciple and will inherit my legacy in the future.
If anything happens to Hong Guo, Iāll hold you accountable."
Mo Kai said, his face darkened.
He was too lazy to explain and found no need to.
"Understood!"
Hei Ti was stunned, and then quickly returned to Mao Yao City.
He is the city lord of Mao Yao City and has followed Mo Kai for the longest time. He knows Mo Kaiās past best.
Mo Kai used to have a direct disciple whom he cherished deeply, even nurturing him as an heir.
Unfortunately, that direct disciple accidentally died at the hands of the Divine Land Martial Artist. Since then, the Divine Elder has never taken in another direct disciple.
Since Hong Guo could become Mo Kaiās direct disciple, he must have his exceptional qualities.
On the way back, Hei Ti admired the Divine Elderās depth of scheming; he, an Eighth Grade, hadnāt received any news at all.
But Hei Ti clearly knows Mo Kaiās temper.
Being able to become Mo Kaiās direct disciple, Hong Guoās luck must indeed be remarkable.
The Divine Elder is very protective.
"Huh, where did such strong auras come from outside Mao Yao City?
Damn, could it be a mutation in the monsters?"
Hei Ti didnāt know what Hong Guo looked like and had planned to make a special acquaintance.
However, as soon as he saw Mao Yao City, he felt several terrifying auras.
"Bad, the monsters must be going berserk. Hong Guo mustnāt be in danger."
Hei Ti activated his Qi Blood and immediately sped up his return.
Now thereās no need to identify who Hong Guo is; with monsters rioting like this, let alone a group of Third Grades, even a Fourth Grade peak couldnāt survive.
Damn.
Donāt let it be too late.
Fear really brings what you dread.
The Divine Elderās wrath when he lost his adored disciple is still vivid.
If he loses another beloved disciple today, the entire Mao Yao City would probably be turned upside down.
Thinking of this, Hei Ti also had some complaints against Mo Kai.
Having lost a direct disciple once, why let this one undergo a trial? Just give him a city affiliation and be done with it.
Such unnecessary action.
...
Trial field!
Apart from Purple Soup, all martial artists were dead, the last one being Su Yue.
He no longer had any escape route.
Su Yue held an iron stick, cornered by five monsters.
In the monstersā eyes, Su Yue jumped around like a locust, similarly provoking their anger.
The next moment, this ant would be torn apart by them.
Purple Soup had a triumphant cold smile on her face.
Once Hong Guo died, her enthrallment state would end. By then, the monsters would no longer fear her and might tear her apart as well.
Everyone would perish together.
Purple Soupās goal was achieved.
Roar!
A beast roar sounded, and the first monster already lunged at Su Yue.
Swipe!
Su Yueās body flickered, dodging the assault.
However, there were two other monsters blocking his escape route.
Even though Su Yue jumped left and right, he couldnāt leap out of the monstersā encirclement.
"500 aliens all killed, I should leave too."
Surrounded by monsters, Su Yue swallowed a Heart Blood Pill.
Trying to break out of the encirclement of monsters was practically impossible; it had nothing to do with speed.
The monsters were Fifth Grade and, augmented by the effect of enthrallment, were completely enraged; it was a miracle for a Third Grade to be alive.
At this moment, Su Yue, holding the iron stick in his palm, could only use enthrallment to counter Purple Soupās enthrallment.
If you can make monsters angry, I can make them drowsy.
The monsters were full, they should rest for a while.
...
"Young Master, you mustnāt die, you mustnāt die!"
Huang Kui was trampled by Zi Mo, mud filling his mouth.
He glanced sideways at Su Yue, continuously praying.
If Hong Guo died, everything would be over.
"Young Master, you must hold on, you must survive."
Huang Tuo was also tearless with grief.
Actually, he knew better than anyone that Hong Guo had no chance to survive.
Facing five Fifth Grade monsters, any Third Grade wouldnāt survive.
Even a Fifth Grade would struggle to preserve life.
Zi Mo looked at Su Yue from afar, a mocking contempt etched at the corner of his mouth.
After bouncing around for so long, the ultimate winner was still him.
On the Mao Yao City wall.
Lan Qi was heartbroken, her eyes even moistening.
From the sky, they could more clearly see Su Yueās predicament.
His speed, though considerable, was genuinely exhausted of means.
Doomed.
"Didnāt expect a talent among refugees from Chaotic Camp Mountain, able to bounce for so long."
Hong Bei sneered.
It must be admitted, lasting so long against five monsters teaming up was already a remarkable achievement.