Mo Qi put the Five-Colored Pagoda into his storage bag and immediately flew up, attempting to escape the deep pit. The Skeleton Daoist wore a sinister smile. "Good! You've come!" he exclaimed, turning the skull in his hand towards Mo Qi. A green light emitted from its eye sockets, simultaneously drawing Mo Qi's body into the void. Mo Qi's body rapidly fell towards the opening. Even though his body was enveloped in the golden battle suit, he dared not risk letting his body fall into the deep abyss.
He immediately flicked his hands, sending out several streams of arrow energy. They instantly shot into the black hole and then pierced through from behind, creating a rear window. The black hole immediately brightened. Following this, the immense suction force vanished instantly.
Mo Qi seized the opportunity to leap out of the deep pit and darted to the side.
"Where do you think you're going!" Chi Daoist pursued from above and to the side, simultaneously spitting out a fireball towards Mo Qi. Mo Qi neither dodged nor blocked, allowing the fireball to strike him and engulf him in flames. The ground itself was consumed by a sea of fire, and the trees along the path were ignited, erupting in tall flames. A fiery figure weaved through the inferno, trailing long flames behind him like a comet streaking across the night sky, brilliant yet fiercely intense.
The Skeleton Daoist flew up to Chi Daoist and glared at him, "Stop spitting fire! Are you helping him?" Chi Daoist glanced at him, seeing the warning and the threat. He could imagine that if he defied the Skeleton Daoist, he would be treated just like Frog Daoist.
However, he was not as weak as Frog Daoist. If they were to fight, it was uncertain who would emerge victorious. But at that moment, he chose to endure. He immediately stopped his movement and then slightly shifted, making a gesture of deference, allowing the Skeleton Daoist to go first. The implication was clear: "I can't handle it, so you try."
At this point, in front of Mo Qi, a figure suddenly flashed, and Ji Changshi blocked his path. With a hand seal, a mass of fog appeared before him. The fog rapidly swirled, forming a giant vortex. Ji Changshi pointed his finger, and a red light flashed out from the vortex, reaching Mo Qi in an instant. Mo Qi was still forming a hand seal, preparing to block with the Myriad Blade of the Mo Saber. He hadn't expected the red light to strike him the moment it flashed, unleashing a fierce tearing and impact force.
The golden battle suit shone brightly, preventing the tearing and impact forces from eroding his body. However, the external impact was still powerful. With a deafening roar, Mo Qi's body was blown uncontrollably into the air like a grain of sand in a strong wind. In Ji Changshi's view, as Mo Qi's body flew backward, it would surely be torn apart into bloody pulp. To his surprise, although Mo Qi's body was sent flying uncontrollably, he was still making noises, seemingly only startled, and his body appeared to be unharmed. At least, at first glance, he was intact, not torn or shattered as imagined.
Seeing Mo Qi drifting towards him, the Skeleton Daoist's eyes were filled with such cold killing intent that they seemed about to burst out. He immediately turned the skull towards Mo Qi. The skull suddenly enlarged, expanding rapidly both vertically and horizontally, and instantly collided with Mo Qi, like a bare mountain peak crashing into a person.
The Skeleton Daoist thought, "This time, let's see if you die." He was very confident in the impact force of his skull artifact, having witnessed it countless times. Cultivators at the Core Formation stage and below were generally no match for it and would be annihilated, while cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage and above would usually be shattered to pieces.
Mo Qi's body was seen drifting rapidly towards Ji Changshi again. However, not only was he not shattered, but he seemed completely unharmed, still alive and intact, still making strange noises.
Ji Changshi was so enraged he felt like spitting blood. He unleashed his full cultivation, sending out a red light from the vortex and striking Mo Qi again, sending his body reeling backward. At this moment, Mo Qi's body was still burning, resembling a fireball spinning and rolling through the air.
Initially, Ji Changshi and the Skeleton Daoist's earth-shattering auras had indeed frightened him. But later, he discovered that the opponents could not harm him. Seeing them pounding their chests and stamping their feet in anger yet being helpless against him, he became quite pleased.
It was like swinging on a swing, moving back and forth in the air, occasionally letting out sounds that were either cheers or exclamations. The two men were so angry they felt like spitting blood, yet he remained completely unharmed and smugly declared, "I just love seeing you hate me to death but having to tolerate me being alive."
At this moment, there was a stir in his storage bag. He knew that Pei Ruxue and Ba Dun had woken up and seemed to want to come out of the pagoda. Mo Qi ignored them. In this situation, they would only be courting death if they came out. It was better to bear it alone. Alas, he had to carry the burden alone once again.
Chi Daoist could no longer stand it. He stood high above and pushed a palm down towards Mo Qi. A hand seal flashed and disappeared, striking Mo Qi's head with great force. A deep pit immediately appeared in the ground, and Mo Qi fell into the pit again. Smoke and dust were still swirling. Chi Daoist knew Mo Qi was not dead and continued to send palm strikes into the deep pit. The other two did not hesitate, immediately running over and unleashing a barrage of attacks into the pit below. Sand and stones flew everywhere, dust billowed, and amidst it all, light and energy swirled, like demons in the night revealing their fangs, ready to commit evil deeds.
After attacking for a while, all three were sweating when they finally stopped. The smoke and dust did not dissipate for a long time. The three used their consciousness to probe. They saw that below was like a bottomless abyss. At an unknown depth below, they discovered a figure still moving, casually saying, "Alas, I'm still so itchy. Why aren't you scratching me anymore? Come on, scratch me."
The three were almost in despair. What kind of divine ability was this, so formidable!
Ji Changshi's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He suddenly thought of Liu Xun's death. Seeing that the opponent could not be killed in a short period, if he continued to entangle himself here, then the next one to be abandoned by the Divine Turtle Sect would be himself.
It was better to leave first. Anywhere was fine, just not back to the Divine Turtle Sect.
With this thought, Ji Changshi flashed and appeared in mid-air, preparing to ride the clouds and leave. At this moment, a voice sternly shouted, "Where are you going?"
Before the person arrived, he recognized it as the voice of Sect Master Wang Ting. His heart startled, and then his eyes rolled. He said, "I'm preparing to go back to mobilize troops. The few of us here cannot take down the opponent, and it's very troublesome. Moreover, Dan Chunrong has also been lost."
Wang Ting's tall figure appeared in mid-air. Behind him was a dense crowd of people. Ji Changshi was secretly startled. This was almost half of the Divine Turtle Sect's forces mobilized. This meant they were getting serious. At the same time, he felt relieved. With so many people here, could they not crush an ant?
Although Wang Ting was on the Divine Turtle Sect's mountain, he had been paying attention to the changes in the battle. Initially, he thought that sending two Nascent Soul stage experts would be enough to resolve this matter silently.
But after such a long time, these two, in alliance with the Demonic Sect, not only failed to do it silently but could not resolve the matter at all. He could hear the sounds of the sky collapsing on the mountain. The commotion was so great, as if they were afraid of not attracting cultivators from the Northern Territory or even the Qionglu Realm.
Seeing this, his heart was pounding, and he felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles. After brief consideration, he decided to bring the army to cut the Gordian knot quickly, resolve this matter, then sweep the battlefield and go home to sleep. If anyone asked, he would deny everything.
Wang Ting glanced at Ji Changshi, showing a look that said, "Don't think I don't know what you're planning." Then he looked at the Skeleton Daoist and Chi Daoist by the edge of the pit, "You two should leave first. Leave this to us."
Their sharp gazes made both monsters' hearts tremble. They naturally knew that Wang Ting was sending them away because he was afraid of others seeing the two parties gathered harmoniously. At that time, any explanation would be useless.
They were unconvinced but helpless. They had already given their all, and indeed, they could not crush that "cockroach." The two sighed in unison and flew away.
Wang Ting let out a sigh of relief. Half of the matter was resolved. The rest was to eliminate the stinky cockroach in the pit.
He looked into the deep pit. Ji Changshi immediately called out nervously, "Sect Master, be careful of sneak attacks."
A stream of arrow energy silently attacked. With Ji Changshi's reminder, Wang Ting instinctively flinched back. He then sensed a faint flow of spiritual energy and quickly dodged backward, evading the fatal blow.
Wang Ting was furious. "Attack! Destroy him!" The next moment, a dense circle of people surrounded the deep pit. With Wang Ting's command, thousands of spells and divine abilities were all directed towards the deep pit below. There were five-colored lights and crisscrossing energy, followed by continuous rumbling sounds and unending smoke and dust.
Mo Qi felt nothing at first, but gradually, waves of attacks came like a tidal wave, without any pause, like mountains pressing down continuously, making it almost impossible to breathe.
What was even more critical was that he felt the warm current of the medicine within him weakening, and the golden battle suit covering his body was also becoming fainter, as the medicinal power gradually receded.
When the medicinal power was strong, any attack that landed on him was unfelt. But now, he gradually felt pain. Forces like needle pricks and knife cuts seeped into his body and spread, continuously.
And the attacks from above had not stopped, with continuous rumbling sounds.
He could only reluctantly use the protective divine light shield to cover his body. But under the intensity of these attacks, such a protective shield was as good as nothing and was instantly shattered.
He could only rely on the battle suit, which was on the verge of collapse, to resist for a while. But he knew it was almost over. His entire body was wracked with excruciating pain, like being sliced by a thousand blades. He wished for it to end sooner.
At this moment, Wang Ting also detected Mo Qi's weakness through his divine sense and was overjoyed. He roared, "Increase the offensive! He can't hold on much longer."
Encouraged, his disciples indeed intensified their attacks, and the light and energy became even more dazzling.
At this moment, a sharp shout suddenly came from mid-air, "Stop!" The voice was deep, resonant, and full of power, like the primordial sound of the universe's creation. That power made the Divine Turtle Sect disciples involuntarily stop their attacks.
Wang Ting looked closely and saw that the sky was filled with a dense mass of people, blocking out the sun, truly obscuring the heavens and the earth. The leader, short and stout, with his length and width almost the same, resembling a ball, he recognized him as Liu Yazhi, the Sect Master of the Divine Escapade Sect. It turned out that earlier, Pei Ruxue had also reported the situation to her sect without anyone noticing, believing that the Divine Turtle Sect might reveal its true intentions at any moment, and only by the Divine Escapade Sect mobilizing all its forces could they be absolutely sure.
Wang Ting's heart chilled. He thought, "This is it, it's over." But then he thought, if the person in the pit died, the problem wouldn't be too big.
He then smiled at the sky and said, "It's nothing. We are cleaning up our house. There is a traitor from our sect below. We must kill him today. Outsiders are not allowed to interfere."
As he spoke, he sent a flying sword towards the deep pit below. The others immediately understood and also launched various divine abilities and spells towards the pit.
"Damn it, too arrogant! Do you think I'm stupid?" Liu Yazhi cursed, waved his hand, and the dense army pressed forward. Simultaneously, flying swords, magical artifacts, and various divine abilities attacked like a tidal wave.
It was like a sky full of meteors, rapidly traversing and striking the Divine Turtle Sect disciples as if obscuring the heavens. The Divine Turtle Sect disciples, seeing the onslaught, dared not delay. They all abandoned their attack on the person in the deep pit, turned their bodies, and unleashed their divine abilities to meet the surging Divine Escapade Sect crowds and their spells and divine abilities.
The Divine Escapade Sect had a numerical advantage, and their individual strength was also greater. After a brief resistance, the Divine Turtle Sect disciples' formations were broken by the fierce offensive, and they scattered.
However, Wang Ting ignored them and was still attacking the deep pit. He held onto a sliver of hope, wanting to pound the person in the pit into a pulp, destroy the evidence, and then what could they do to him.