Chapter 81

Although on the mist boat, everyone else lay unconscious on the deck, it was impossible for Liu Ming, a middle-aged Taoist priest, not to have seen it.

However, this Uncle Zhang completely ignored him and fled with only Senior Sister Qian, like a gust of wind.

This made Liu Ming's heart sink, and he could only resort to self-rescue measures.

Thinking of this, Liu Ming, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly fell to the deck with a thud.

At the same time, his breath and the flow of blood in his body became faint.

This was the effect of the secret technique he used to hold his breath.

With a loud boom.

The huge light sphere in the air finally burst after the terrifying aura inside it swelled once more, sending a wave of hot wind in all directions.

After everything within a mile was swept by this hot wind, everything became blurry, and even the two flying devices, the wooden boat of the Bee Thief and the mist boat, either disintegrated or were tossed around like toys, shattering into pieces.

Liu Ming felt the ground beneath him give way, and he, along with the other disciples of the Savage Ghost Sect, fell from the sky.

Startled, he did not dare to use his magical power to rise into the air but, just before hitting the ground, shot out a thick black rope from his sleeve.

With a puff.

Liu Ming moved several feet diagonally, not only greatly reducing his falling speed but also avoiding a hard green rock below.

Even so, after falling from such a height, he winced in pain, feeling every part of his body ache.

Fortunately, his bones were much stronger than before, and he did not suffer any fractures.

If he was in such a state, the fate of the other Savage Ghost Sect disciples could be easily imagined.

The nearest few disciples of the Savage Ghost Sect lay limp on the ground, blood gushing from beneath them, clearly lifeless.

At this moment, the half-dragon monster reappeared at the site of the light sphere's explosion. Apart from being scorched, it showed no real damage. Instead, a savage look appeared in its single eye, and it suddenly reached out a claw toward the void below.

With a swoosh,

the corpse of the woman who had controlled the flying sword shot up from the ground and landed in the monster's claw.

The half-dragon monster opened its mouth and bit off most of the woman's head, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it. Then it let out a sharp cry and spat out a red fireball, carrying the bloody corpse and turning into a black wind, flying away.

The direction it pursued was clearly the direction the monk had fled.

With a rumble.

The seemingly ordinary fireball, upon landing on the ground, turned into a pillar of fire that shot up to the sky.

The rolling flames immediately spread in all directions, forming a sea of red.

Everything that came into contact with the flames, whether trees or rocks, instantly turned to ashes.

Several cries of agony sounded!

Clearly, a few of the remaining Bee Thieves struggled in the flames for a moment before turning to ashes like the others.

Truly worthy of being a Crystal Formation Period beast, a single attack had such terrifying power.

When the fireball landed, Liu Ming knew something was wrong and, without caring whether the red dragon would return, quickly took out several talismans from his body, casting several layers of misty light shields around himself, and then summoned the white bone scorpion from his soul-nourishing bag.

The white bone scorpion, connected to Liu Ming's mind, immediately appeared in the light shield and spewed out a torrent of extremely cold yin qi, blocking the approaching red flames, and then carried Liu Ming in a certain direction.

With a bang.

Just as he and the white bone scorpion escaped the sea of fire, the outermost layer of the light shield shattered, its power exhausted.

Liu Ming let out a long breath, looked back at the sea of fire, and his face was filled with fear.

If he had hesitated for a moment, he would have met his end there.

However, the several defensive talismans he had just bought were almost all used up, which made him feel a great deal of pain.

But to think, if it weren't for these talismans, he would have lost his life this time.

Liu Ming thought about this and glanced down at the white bone scorpion.

This ghost creature, after spewing out so much yin qi in a short time, was now listless.

To be on the safe side, Liu Ming did not immediately recall the white bone scorpion but instead scanned the still burning sea of fire, a look of regret on his face.

Such a powerful flame would have destroyed all the talismans, spirit stones, and other items on the others' bodies, or he might have been able to get some cheap goods.

As for the other Savage Ghost Sect disciples who had fallen here, after seeing countless lives disappear on the Savage Island, he felt only a bit of regret, not any sadness.

After a moment's thought, Liu Ming had the white bone scorpion burrow into the ground and then quickly walked to where the woman had fallen.

Although the woman's corpse had been taken by the monster, the green short sword she had dropped should still be nearby.

Since it was a tool used by a Spirit Master to deal with a powerful enemy, it was definitely a spirit weapon, and its rank was likely not low.

Such a treasure could not be abandoned, even at the risk of the red dragon returning.

Fortunately, he remembered the place where the woman had fallen very clearly and soon arrived nearby, spotting the green hilt of the sword half-embedded in a rock.

Overjoyed, he was about to walk over.

But at that moment, a figure appeared from behind a tree, and upon seeing Liu Ming, his expression also changed.

Liu Ming was understandably startled and quickly sized up the man.

The man wore a gray robe, was in his thirties, had a fierce look on his face, and held a black short hammer, also sizing up Liu Ming with a wary expression.

"Bee Thief."

Upon seeing the man's face clearly, Liu Ming almost instantly knew that a fight was inevitable.

Although he did not know how the man had also escaped the sea of fire, it was clear he was after the spirit weapon short sword.

"Boy, you were lucky to survive, but now that you've met me, you're out of luck." The gray-robed man suddenly sneered, swung his short hammer, and threw it at Liu Ming. Then, with a hand seal, he cast two wind blades in quick succession.

A muffled sound echoed in the air.

A white misty sphere shot toward Liu Ming like a meteor.

With a bang.

Liu Ming's arm moved, and a black rope shot out, striking the sphere and sending it flying. His figure flickered, and the two wind blades narrowly missed him, cutting through two small trees behind him.

Seeing this, the gray-robed man's pupils constricted, and he swung his short hammer, casting a black light shield in front of him.

Then, he threw the short hammer to the ground, quickly cast a hand seal, and began chanting.

In the next moment, yellow runes floated out from the man's body, and the nearby air began to hum, with yellow light converging in the sky.

"Essence energy fluctuation, high-level spell!" Liu Ming's face darkened, and he quickly cast a hand seal. With a swoosh, several wind blades shot out, followed by more, totaling over a dozen.

Although high-level spells were powerful, the higher the level, the longer the casting time. Liu Ming would not give the man this opportunity.

The light shield cast by the gray-robed man's talisman was thick, but it shattered after being hit by so many wind blades.

The gray-robed man was shocked and rolled to the side to avoid the attack, but the backlash of the spell caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Before he could stand up, more wind blades shot out from Liu Ming's hands, forcing him to dodge continuously without time to use any other defensive measures.

At first, he hoped to wait for a break in Liu Ming's casting to catch his breath, but when he saw the wind blades coming faster and faster, and Liu Ming casting without even chanting, he was terrified.

"Wind Blade Technique, Grand Mastery, Instant Casting, you've actually formed a spell seal!"

After saying this, the gray-robed man turned and fled without hesitation, even abandoning his short hammer talisman.

Liu Ming, seeing this, let out a cold snort and cast another hand seal. With a whoosh, three more wind blades shot out.

These wind blades were nearly half as fast as the first ones and quickly reached the gray-robed man's back.

Despite his agility, the man could only narrowly avoid two of them, but the third cut into his side, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

With a puff.

A black line shot out from the nearby soil, piercing the gray-robed man's head, silencing his cries, and killing him instantly.

It was the white bone scorpion, which had finally arrived and struck from underground.

Liu Ming then walked to the green hilt, picked it up, and examined it.

The short sword was only half a foot long, but it glowed green and emitted a faint cold aura. When it landed in Liu Ming's hand, it wriggled slightly, as if trying to break free.

"Indeed a spirit weapon! Even after the original owner has fallen, it still has such spirit. It must be of a high rank." Liu Ming was delighted and quickly took out a jade box, placed the short sword inside, and hid it in his sleeve.

At this moment, the white bone scorpion also used its pincers to retrieve a few items from the gray-robed man's corpse and brought them over.