"Senior Brother Zhou, what we're seeing now is only a fraction of the Crimson Ghost Sect's strength. Neither of us knows what other tricks they have up their sleeves. We must prepare in advance if we are to stop them from running amok in the Spirit Realm."
This was definitely not a task that could be accomplished by one person or one sect. Therefore, if Lin Yun wanted to save these people, his own strength had to be sufficient. He had already made all the necessary preparations in his heart.
Seeing Lin Yun's serious expression, Zhou Damao sighed. "If that's the case, then… I'll leave it to you." He patted Lin Yun's shoulder. "You must come back alive. I'll be waiting for you outside."
With Fei Yuming's betrayal, the disciples of the Beast Taming Sect were leaderless. Zhou Damao had to step up at this moment. Otherwise, the sect would be in real danger.
"Don't worry, Senior Brother. I have my own plans."
After watching Zhou Damao depart, Lin Yun's gaze shifted back to Qi Desheng. At this moment, the Crimson Ghost Sect disciples were all mesmerized by the so-called ancient inheritance, having completely forgotten where they were.
Fei Yuming was like a walking corpse. The expression on his face was unpredictable, one moment looking like a normal person, the next shifting into a dazed and confused idiot. The feeling he gave off was bizarre.
"You few, take care of him," Qi Desheng commanded, giving Fei Yuming a cursory glance before saying nothing more.
Several Crimson Ghost Sect disciples, not yet realizing the danger, approached Fei Yuming. As they drew near, the clarity in his eyes vanished completely.
Lin Yun knew that this man had already lost his qualification to be called human. But unfortunately, the disciples standing here were still quite confident in their own strength.
Just as they thought they could easily eliminate Fei Yuming, the situation suddenly changed.
Fei Yuming may have gone bald, but he had also become stronger. The blue veins on his hands bulged as he crushed a disciple's treasure into fragments with his bare hands. His speed was so uncanny that a normal person could barely track his movements.
By the time the Crimson Ghost Sect disciples came to their senses, it was already too late. Their chests were bloody messes, their white bones visible. The thick scent of blood filled the air, stimulating the other creatures.
More and more of the monsters opened their eyes. The next moment, the chamber instantly transformed into an Asura's field of carnage.
Qi Desheng finally realized the problem. He planted his feet, and with a furious roar, he finally pulled a heavy sword, black from pommel to tip, from the hidden compartment. Even with his strength, he could barely wield the massive blade.
BOOM!
The heavy sword slammed into the ground, and the entire floor seemed to tremble violently. The sound also caught Fei Yuming's attention. The next moment, he charged forward, baring his fangs and claws. Any disciple who tried to block his path was instantly torn to shreds by his talons.
At this point, a large number of the monsters had fully awakened, swarming in from all directions.
"Stop wasting your energy! Form a defensive formation!" Qi Desheng gasped, his eyes darting around. He had obtained the ancient inheritance, but whether he would live to leave this place was another question entirely.
He finally understood why Lin Yun hadn't made a move. From the very beginning, that damn kid had never intended to fight them head-on.
"That bastard! He actually dared to use this place against me! When I get out of here, I swear I'll eat his flesh raw!" Qi Desheng seethed through clenched teeth.
Although the Crimson Ghost Sect disciples reacted quickly, the outcome was predictable. Even though they had formed a defensive array in the first instance, this battle was not on the same level from the very start.
Watching his men fall one after another, Qi Desheng was frantic, his head covered in sweat. He brandished a black banner. As the flag waved, clumps of black flame scattered in all directions like meteors.
The white monsters were indeed powerful, but they had no effective defense against this black banner. The black flames were impossible to extinguish. Once they latched onto the monsters, they would not go out until their target was burned to ashes.
Just like that, the monsters, who had initially held the upper hand, began to falter. Even Fei Yuming was forced to retreat step by step under the pressure of the black flames.
The Crimson Ghost Sect disciples cheered.
"Senior Brother is incredible!"
"That's right! Senior Brother Qi's Nether Banner truly lives up to its name as a Treasure-tier item!"
"Its power is simply astounding!"
To be able to protect them all while facing tens of thousands of monsters… that feat alone was a testament to his strength.
Lin Yun watched from the shadows without saying a word. The real threat they had to face wasn't these monsters. It was that Blood Demon. The moment Qi Desheng had pulled out that heavy sword, Lin Yun had felt a faint, almost imperceptible trace of killing intent. It had come from the Blood Demon. Lin Yun didn't know what the Blood Demon's current situation was, but he was certain that Qi Desheng was in for endless trouble.
Qi Desheng, however, was not smug despite the praise. He was no fool. This was a land of ancient inheritance, a place that was a synonym for trouble. Even if he was lucky enough to survive this, he would undoubtedly be targeted by many others later. The thought gave him a headache.
"Enough with the chatter! Maintain the formation! We're leaving this place first!"
Relying on his Nether Banner, Qi Desheng quickly carved out a bloody path. But seeing them about to leave, the white monsters began to charge forward with a complete disregard for their own lives. These creatures were different from the ones outside; for a moment, they put immense pressure on the formation.
Lin Yun saw this and frowned. If this continued, they would definitely escape. That wouldn't do.
At this thought, Lin Yun didn't hesitate. He secretly gathered his Yuan Qi. From a great distance, he unleashed a single stream of sword Qi.
Great River Sword Style!
It came surging forward, giving the enemy no chance to react. Just as they naively believed they had fended off the monsters, Lin Yun's sword strike directly broke through their formation, hitting its weakest point.
With a crisp crack, the entire defensive array began to dissipate.
The confidence on Qi Desheng's face froze. He looked at the few men he had left, his body trembling, his fists clenched tight. He seemed to realize what he was about to face. Why did these damned people have to be so relentlessly troublesome?
"Lin Yun!" Qi Desheng roared. "If you have the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one! What kind of hero are you, hiding in the shadows? Is this how you so-called prestigious and righteous sects do things?"
To this, Lin Yun just gave a cold scoff, completely ignoring him.