Before long, several more Murong clansmen were placed into coffins.
"Don't worry, we're professionals," the group of five said kindly to the clansmen before closing the lids. "We'll heal you shortly, you'll be free from your suffering immediately!"
Close the lids, lift the coffins!
The entire process was executed flawlessly, with incredible skill!
Once the work truly began, the group of five finally understood the source of that mysterious power they had felt before.
In the past, when they performed their sacrificial dances, they were very skilled, but it felt merely competent.
No mistakes, but no highlights.
They had always felt as though something was missing.
At this moment,
they finally understood!
The way they carried the coffins underwent a peculiar change.
Their movements grew faster and faster!
Eventually, they were moving so quickly that afterimages appeared!
The Murong clansmen, immobilized nearby, were utterly stunned!
Initially, the group of five were mere dark figures, barely visible.
But as time passed, the appearance of the five became increasingly clear in their eyes!
By the end,
the entire world seemed to vanish.
All they could see were the group of five and the coffins themselves...
Originally, being immobilized had filled them with a chilling fear, but now that feeling was amplified tenfold!
They could even feel their souls trembling with the movements of the five, as if on the verge of leaving their bodies!
It wasn't just them; even Erha and the others were somewhat bewildered!
Whenever the group of five carried coffins in the past, they had felt a sense of inexplicable awe.
A genuine feeling of respect arose in their hearts.
It was as if they were witnessing some grand ritual.
And now, this grand ritualistic feeling had ascended to the level of a divine miracle!
Their feeling had transformed from inexplicable awe into an inexplicable awe raised to the power of n...
Snapping back to reality, Kongque hurriedly stretched its neck.
"Wulilawa—!"
"Wulilawa—!"
"Wulilawa—!"
"Dengga—!"
...
This time, the coffin-carrying ritual was significantly shorter, concluding in less than three minutes.
The coffins were set down, and the lids were opened.
Inside the coffins,
the Murong disciples had their arms crossed over their chests, their faces wearing expressions of blissful smiles.
However, their eyes were closed.
Kongque, the designated death assessor, took a look.
It was evident that there was no longer any trace of life force in these individuals.
As far as it could tell, they were dead beyond any doubt.
Yet, this time, it said nothing.
This situation had occurred before.
Individuals who, in its assessment, had completely lost all life force had walked out of their coffins perfectly fine.
They had even politely thanked them.
This had caused it to deeply question its own professional expertise.
Perhaps its judgment wasn't sharp enough...
Maybe, as Brother Ha often said, they were merely sleeping.
"Gently," Erha whispered to the group of five, "these allies are asleep. Don't wake them."
"Understood, Brother Ha!" The group of five carefully lifted these individuals out of the coffins and placed them on the nearby open ground.
As they carried the bodies, they could clearly feel how cold they had become.
They felt like touching blocks of ice, frigid and stiff!
But since Brother Ha said they were just sleeping, then they must be sleeping!
Brother Ha could never be wrong!
If anything was wrong, it was the world itself!
After arranging these individuals, the group of five carried several more Murong clansmen back.
The same procedure was followed.
Into the coffin, lid closed, coffins lifted.
And now, having comprehended their new power, their professional capabilities had advanced by leaps and bounds!
They could carry multiple people at once, and the time required was greatly reduced!
One group every three minutes, then out of the coffin for the next!
Remarkably efficient!
The entire cave was eerily silent, with only the sounds of the group of five dancing.
As time wore on, the number of seated Murong clansmen dwindled...
Just as all the people and spirit beasts, whether willingly or unwillingly, were watching the group of five at their work, the scattered bones of the Murong Ancestor stirred.
Despite being brutally trampled moments ago, he was still alive!
And ever since the group of five began carrying coffins, the oppressive sensation he felt had begun to weaken.
Now, at this very moment,
the oppressive sensation vanished completely.
However, he knew he had encountered a formidable foe today. These dark entities that had appeared from nowhere were definitely not something he could trifle with!
Knowing you cannot succeed and proceeding anyway is not bravery.
It's stupidity!
The Murong Ancestor was a very shrewd individual.
I'm not afraid right now, nor am I cowardly.
I'm simply mitigating risk, a tactical retreat!
With everyone and all the spirit beasts focused on the coffin-carrying ritual, this presented him with a golden opportunity!
Out of caution, he dared not move too quickly.
The scattered bones moved in batches, stealthily making their way towards the cave entrance.
Though not fast, the Murong Ancestor's heart was filled with immense tension.
He was afraid that with a single misstep, he would be discovered by these terrifying beings.
Fortunately, his luck held.
The first batch of bones reached Erha and the others without being detected.
The Murong Ancestor's soul grew increasingly tense.
Once they passed into their blind spot, his first step would be successful!
"Rustle, rustle..."
A few bones moved stealthily, their faint sounds completely masked by the commotion of the group of five.
As they passed by Erha and Little Fox, they remained completely unaware.
The Murong Ancestor breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
The first hurdle was cleared!
Once they passed the three spirit beasts, he could slightly increase his speed!
Even if the remaining bones were discovered, it wouldn't matter!
As long as a few bones escaped, he could use the flesh and blood of his descendants to reconstitute his physical body!
Although the reconstituted body would be weaker, it was still better than being dead!
The Murong Ancestor had already made his plan.
Upon escaping, he would immediately lead the remaining clansmen away from this place, as far as possible!
Afterward, he would find a more secluded spot to develop discreetly, and only then consider revenge!
Before long, these few bones had passed the three spirit beasts.
They were on the verge of entering the blind spot!
The White Horse withdrew its gaze, sighing inwardly.
As for Brother Ha and Ninth Sister, they were the leaders, so naturally, they didn't need to personally handle every matter.
The group of five's task was to carry the coffins and save people.
Kongque was the musician.
The Crane was the death assessor.
They all had their own roles and responsibilities, making him feel somewhat redundant.
This feeling was disheartening.
It was manageable for the short term, and perhaps Brother Ha and Ninth Sister wouldn't say anything.
But over time, things might change.
What if Brother Ha and Ninth Sister eventually deemed him unnecessary and told him to leave?
No, I need to find a way to change this situation!
The coffin-carrying ritual?
That was too profound and complex; he couldn't handle it.
Be a musician?
With his tone-deaf voice, he should probably forget about that...
Death assessment?
While he could sense death qi and life force, he wasn't as precise as Kongque?!
If his misjudgment delayed the treatment of an ally, it would surely displease Brother Ha...
As the White Horse pondered, its gaze unconsciously scanned its surroundings.
Suddenly, a few bones caught its attention.