“Buzz!”
Zhao Haonan shot a Soul-Seizing Blood Crossbow at his face, giving him a resounding answer.
Shikong Lin waved the rattle-drum in his hand, blocking the Blood Crossbow.
The rattle-drum was a soul weapon, nullifying the stunning effect of the Blood Crossbow.
“Scarlet Star, Demon Moon, Blood Sun!”
Zeng Ruohai hated Shikong Lin’s betrayal so much that he continuously unleashed Mystic Arts.
Scarlet Star, Demon Moon, and Blood Sun appeared in succession, bringing hurricanes and smashing fiercely towards Shikong Lin.
Shikong Lin let out a strange cry and leaped down the mountain, not daring to directly confront Zeng Ruohai’s wave of attacks.
Scarlet Star, Demon Moon, and Blood Sun landed among the Sha Souls, clearing out a large area.
After Zeng Ruohai unleashed his Mystic Art, his Spiritual Qi was greatly depleted, and he would only be able to cast Mystic Arts again after an hour.
After dodging Zeng Ruohai’s Mystic Art, Shikong Lin rushed up from the mountainside again.
“Attack!”
Pang Yunxiao roared, and three corpse puppets leaped down from the mountain peak, blocking Shikong Lin.
In these past few days, Pang Yunxiao’s corpse puppets had grown considerably in cultivation.
Corpse puppets felt no pain, making them perfect for dealing with Shikong Lin.
This was a protracted battle.
Sha Souls surged up the mountain peak wave after wave, and were beaten down wave after wave.
Spiritual Pigs, Black Tigers, and the like were killed. Ling Rats, Spiritual Sparrows, and the like were swept down the mountain peak.
“Hold back!”
Deng Feihong suddenly shouted loudly.
Everyone retreated into the Formation as instructed, and Pang Yunxiao also recalled his corpse puppets.
“Buzz!”
A shocking white light poured down from the top of Turtle Mountain, cleansing the Sha Souls within a forty to fifty-zhang radius completely.
As the corpse puppets returned to the mountain peak, Shikong Lin knew that the grand Formation was about to activate, and he scrambled back to the mountainside.
After the Formation passed, he shook his rattle-drum, urging the Sha Beasts and Sha Birds to regroup and launch another attack on the mountain peak.
He only walked towards the mountain peak, gripping his rattle-drum tightly, after the main force had gone up.
His evasiveness made it difficult for Qian Duoduo to find an opportunity to snatch the rattle-drum…
Twelve hours passed, the Sha Soul tide surged twelve times, and the grand Formation was also activated twelve times.
Looking out from the top of Turtle Mountain, the dense mass of Sha Beasts and Sha Birds still seemed endless, and humanoid Sha Souls began to stir.
Many Disciples on Turtle Mountain showed signs of fatigue.
Liang Liying replaced Zhao Haonan, and Pang Yunxiao replaced Zeng Ruohai.
All the Disciples at the Turtle Back and Turtle Neck were replaced.
Over the past twelve hours, these two areas had endured the greatest pressure, and five or six Disciples were injured.
If not for Zeng Ruohai and Zhao Haonan unleashing their Mystic Arts, there would have been Disciple deaths.
Fortunately, with a strong enemy before them, no Disciple of the Three Sects slacked off, and they survived the twelve attacks with no major incidents.
The injured Disciples were also not in serious condition; they all retreated to the Turtle Pit for healing, with no life-threatening injuries.
The little girl at the foot of the mountain stayed there the entire time; her previous injury left a deep impression on her.
Yu Renjie had been flying around the foot of the mountain, just not coming up the mountain.
“Two more days! And we can go home alive!”
Qian Duoduo encouraged everyone with his Spiritual Awareness.
“Maintain the Spiritual Qi of the Formation, and after twenty-four times, we will welcome victory!”
Another twelve hours passed.
On the top of Turtle Mountain, not a single rock remained unbroken.
The entire mountain peak had been leveled by several feet during two days of continuous fierce fighting.
After activating the grand Formation, it was a lull in the battle, and Zeng Ruohai replaced Pang Yunxiao, returning to the Turtle Neck.
“I’ll go to the Turtle Back.”
Qian Duoduo stopped Zhao Haonan, who wanted to replace Liang Liying.
Liang Liying had held on at the Turtle Back for a day, breaking several Magic Treasures in her hand.
The last twelve hours were both the last twelve battles and twelve opportunities.
Qian Duoduo wanted to snatch the rattle-drum.
Zhao Haonan looked deeply at Qian Duoduo.
Her eyes showed emotion—the last twelve hours were the most dangerous time.
And the Turtle Back was undoubtedly the most dangerous place on Turtle Mountain.
At the most dangerous time, to the most dangerous place.
Qian Duoduo’s action moved her.
What a good young man, a true warrior!
Zhao Haonan would not have guessed Qian Duoduo’s true purpose.
“I’ll go with you.”
Despite her emotion, Zhao Haonan insisted on going.
Qian Duoduo shook his head.
If she were also at the Turtle Back, she might become a competitor for the rattle-drum.
“I’ll follow Senior Brother Bu Huan.”
Deng Feihong stepped forward.
As the controller of the entire Formation, it wasn’t really appropriate for her to follow Qian Duoduo.
But she probably felt that wherever Qian Duoduo was, it would be safer, which is why she actively requested to follow him.
Otherwise, she would not do something unprofitable.
“I’ll follow too.”
Wang Longyu also stepped forward.
“Alright. You two follow.”
Qian Duoduo nodded.
Wang Longyu had quite a few Magic Treasures in his hand, all given by Qian Duoduo.
He was responsible for throwing, and Qian Duoduo was responsible for detonating, a perfect coordination.
Before heading to the Turtle Back, Qian Duoduo distributed over a hundred Magic Treasures to Qi Bingsheng, Lan Xiangxiu, Qi Lengsheng, and other Disciples of the Refining Spirit Sect, making the Disciples of the other Two Sects envious.
In the last twelve hours, having one more Magic Treasure in hand meant one more ray of hope for returning home.
As soon as Qian Duoduo appeared on the Turtle Back, the little girl at the foot of the mountain, whose eyes were half-closed, suddenly opened them wide.
She took a few deep breaths through her nose and pointed her hand towards Qian Duoduo on the mountain.
“Quick, quick, quick, charge towards the Turtle Back!”
Yu Renjie, who had been watching her out of the corner of his eye, immediately shouted while running along the foot of the mountain, inciting the Sha Souls at the foot of the mountain to attack the Turtle Back.
The three-zhang-tall cloth doll Shikong Lin shook his rattle-drum, summoning dozens of large Spirit Beasts to surround him, and walked step by step towards the Turtle Back.
In front of him, there were three layers of Sha Souls: the first layer was Ling Rats and Spiritual Sparrows, the second layer was Spiritual Dogs and Spiritual Foxes, and the third layer was Spiritual Wolves.
Qian Duoduo stood at the very front of the mountain peak and waved at Shikong Lin.
“Secret Realm running dog, come up and die.”
Shikong Lin’s face was grim, he said nothing, but the rattle-drum in his hand started beating faster.
When the Sha Souls rushed to twenty zhang in front of Qian Duoduo, Wang Longyu quietly shouted from behind.
“Bu Huan, come back.”
Qian Duoduo waved his left hand, and over two hundred Wolf Fang Black Iron Hammers flew out, directly smashing between the Spiritual Dogs and Spiritual Wolves.
“Explode!”
An explosion line immediately appeared, and the first three layers of Sha Souls in front of Qian Duoduo were almost completely cleared.
High-grade Mortal Weapons were perfect for dealing with low-level Sha Souls.
Of course, Qian Duoduo’s audacious move probably shocked the Disciples of the Three Sects again.
What he threw were high-grade Mortal Weapons, what he threw was money!
Qian Duoduo took a step forward, out of the Formation, and then walked ten more zhang, shouting at Shikong Lin:
“Little running dog, are your legs short? Can’t you walk faster? I’m getting a bit impatient waiting.”
On Turtle Mountain, the Disciples of the Three Sects burst into laughter.
Every time the Sha Souls attacked, Shikong Lin was at the forefront.
Everyone was extremely annoyed with him, so seeing him mocked, they naturally used laughter to amplify the mockery.
Shikong Lin’s eyes widened, just about to erupt, but he quickly stabilized his emotions.
The rattle-drum in his hand struck out soul whips, lashing the Black Tigers, Spiritual Pigs, and Spiritual Elephants around him, driving them towards Qian Duoduo.
The Black Tigers, Spiritual Pigs, and Spiritual Elephants, originally transformed from Sha Souls, howled in pain when struck by the soul whips, yet dared not resist, only able to move their huge steps, pressing towards Qian Duoduo.
“That’s enough, come back!”
On the Turtle Back, Wang Longyu shouted anxiously.
When he shouted, the other Disciples of the Three Sects also became a little uneasy.