201: Trapped and Killed

"Buzz~" The clouds and mist surged, completely obscuring the path they had taken.

The six Li Family Foundation Establishment Cultivators were completely scattered.

The Hua Yuan Seal behind the Great Clan Elder continuously emitted light, but this light was restricted by the clouds and mist and could not spread out at all.

The Great Clan Elder's Divine Sense probed out, but it was like a thick wall standing in all directions, completely unable to penetrate beyond his body.

"This is troubling..." The Great Clan Elder's expression kept changing.

After being enveloped by the clouds and mist.

He had already lost his so-called five senses.

His eyes could not see, his ears could not hear, as if he were in a place of nothingness.

Even his Late Foundation Establishment Stage Divine Sense could not penetrate beyond his body.

The Great Clan Elder's entire body surged with magical power, and his heart was filled with extreme vigilance.

As for the rest of the Li Family members, he no longer had the spare energy to help them.

Although he could not discern the path ahead, he could not simply sit here and wait for death.

Relying on his intuition, the Grand Elder continuously changed direction, flying toward what he perceived as the front.

However, if someone were unaffected by the clouds and mist, they would realize that this person was merely going around in circles, unable to move far away.

The Second Clan Elder held the jade plate in his hand and was in the same predicament as the Great Clan Elder.

As for the other four, whose cultivation was lower, they only felt as if the clouds and mist weighed ten thousand tons, firmly trapping their bodies and preventing movement.

"Hmm~" Above the altar, the clouds and mist condensed.

A white cloud and mist giant snake, about a hundred *zhang* long, materialized.

The altar shrank, and along with the scale upon it, was swallowed into the belly of the white cloud and mist snake.

Mo Xuan moved this body, and after a short while, he had already adapted to it.

"Roughly the strength of the Early Golden Core Stage..."

He was not in a hurry to deal with the people trapped in the clouds and mist.

Sensing his own strength, Mo Xuan knew what he was capable of.

The strength of this cross-boundary descent was related to the summoner and the summoning altar.

With a thought.

The clouds and mist enveloping Zhou Xiuyuan and the two others dissipated.

The large white cloud and mist snake glided out from the air.

"Old Ancestor." Zhou Xiuyuan's eyes lit up. He bowed in greeting. With his five senses restored, he saw a large snake about a hundred *zhang* long. Although its appearance was different, the aura was the same; it was his family's Old Ancestor.

"Greetings, Old Ancestor Mo." Shen Xuanzhao and Yun Qingsi also bowed respectfully.

Mo Xuan nodded, lifting the three of them up.

Afterward, his body merged into the clouds and mist, leaving no trace.

Zhou Xiuyuan and the two others watched Mo Xuan's actions, refraining from making any rash moves.

Although these clouds and mist were their Old Ancestor's Divine Ability, the three of them, when inside, lost all sensation, just like the Li Family members, and their Divine Sense was useless.

It was truly formidable.

Although he only possessed Golden Core Stage strength.

Mo Xuan's speed was incomparable to that of the Li Family members, especially since they were trapped in dire straits.

A moment later.

An Early Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator trapped in the clouds and mist suddenly felt his mind shake violently, and an alarm rang loudly in his heart.

An incredibly powerful aura manifested around him, yet he couldn't even perceive its direction.

This feeling was like groping alone in the darkness while surrounded entirely by sheer cliffs.

Beads of sweat the size of beans continuously slid down the man's terrified face.

Mo Xuan passed by this person.

He glanced at him.

With a thought.

The clouds and mist swirled, pulling the man out of the fog.

"I'm actually fine?" The Foundation Establishment Cultivator felt a sudden clarity in his mind; he had recovered his senses.

Before the joy could fully spread.

He opened his eyes and looked.

He saw three figures forming a triangular formation, surrounding him.

The one heart sword was already grasped in Zhou Xiuyuan's hand.

Seemingly boundless Sword Intent was condensing and crisscrossing.

Shen Xuanzhao held a Spiritual Artifact longsword in his hand, flashing with a faint cold light.

Behind Yun Qingsi, a bronze mirror with complex patterns floated.

"Heh~" "Three Fellow Daoists, let's talk this out."

The Early Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator swallowed hard.

But before his words finished.

He saw sword light suddenly flash in his mind.

Before his eyes, a cold light had arrived.

Behind him, a mirror light shone.

"No!"

He thought it was a way out, but unexpectedly, it was a dead end.

In just a few breaths of time.

Under the combined attack of the three.

The Early Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator bled from his seven orifices, and his body fell from the sky.

Shen Xuanzhao reached out and pulled the Spiritual Artifact and Storage Pouch from the man's hand toward him.

Afterward, a stream of magical power followed, turning the man's corpse into ashes.

He temporarily put away the Spiritual Artifact and Storage Pouch; now was not the time to think about the spoils.

A moment later.

Another Li Family Foundation Establishment Early Stage Cultivator was sent before the three of them.

This time, without waiting for the man to react.

The three of them attacked individually, cleanly and decisively slaying the man with their swords.

Mo Xuan's figure flickered.

The clouds and mist were his home ground.

The snake tail violently lashed out.

The Li Family's sole Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator only felt an overwhelming sense of crisis assaulting him from all directions.

"Star Essence Armor." The Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator roared internally.

The magical power on his body rapidly condensed, forming an armor several *zhang* tall, enveloping his figure.

"Boom!" Mo Xuan had no intention of stopping his actions.

The cloud and mist snake tail swept directly across the man's body.

"Bang!" The armor shattered instantly, as fragile as a piece of paper.

"Pfft~" A large mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, and the Meridians in his body broke inch by inch.

Mo Xuan restrained his strength, fearing he would directly blow the man up.

Following the direction of the force, the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator's body fell straight into the encirclement of Zhou Xiuyuan and the two others, like a kite with a broken string.

"Cough, three Fellow Daoists, long ti—"

With his five senses recovered, a slight joy arose in his heart; not dying on the spot meant there was still a chance to live.

Just as he was about to try and cozy up to them, like the three previous Early Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators, a finger seal struck him in the center of his back.

The finger seal shattered his heart Meridian.

Yun Qingsi dispersed her Spell, skillfully searched the body, and then destroyed the corpse and erased the traces.

Inside the clouds and mist.

"Senior, I am willing to give up everything, only asking that Senior spare my life."

The Great Clan Elder held an azure jade bowl above his head, which emitted profound light to protect his body. Behind him, the Hua Yuan Seal continuously provided magical power support.

The sense of crisis in his heart grew heavier.

The Great Clan Elder, unsure of the direction, continuously begged for mercy.

As the Great Clan Elder's voice fell silent.

A hundred-*zhang* large snake materialized from the clouds and mist.

The snake's body coiled around the Great Clan Elder, encircling him in the center.

The massive white snake head rose into the air, its faint snake eyes looking down at the panicked, aged face of the Li Family's Great Clan Elder.

Beside the white snake head.

A jade disk emitting coldness hovered, and beside it was the corpse of the Li Family's Second Clan Elder, who had long since lost his breath.

Mo Xuan remained unmoved.

His body suddenly contracted.

The Great Clan Elder's heart was filled with intense coldness, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.

"I'll risk it all!" The Great Clan Elder gritted his teeth.

He fully squeezed the last trace of magical power from his aged body and poured it all into the azure jade bowl above his head.

"Buzz~" The clouds and mist surged.

"Bang~" Deep within, the sound of shattered light rang out.

"Crack~" The sound of bones breaking echoed in the clouds and mist.

The white giant snake slowly crushed the protective light. The azure jade bowl dimmed, losing its luster, and the light connecting the Hua Yuan Seal was also severed.

The light in the Great Clan Elder's eyes rapidly vanished.

"Hehe~" "Zhou Xiuyuan, the summoner..."

In his mind, only Zhou Xiuyuan's slightly mocking expression remained.

The Great Clan Elder died.

His body floated beside the Second Clan Elder.

Mo Xuan had a thought.

The clouds and mist violently retracted, and the world became clear again.

"Old Ancestor." The clouds and mist scattered.

Zhou Xiuyuan and the two others stepped forward.

Mo Xuan nodded.

He floated the corpses of the two Clan Elders and their respective Spiritual Artifacts toward the three people.

Afterward. The white clouds and mist condensed into a figure and flew high into the sky.

He carefully sensed this world.

"It seems there isn't much difference..."

After a short amount of time.

Mo Xuan did not continue probing. This was merely a temporary Incarnation, and there would be opportunities in the future.

"Be careful." Mo Xuan's voice entered Zhou Xiuyuan's mind.

His form dissipated, vanishing from this world.

The fallen, slightly dimmed summoning altar was received by Zhou Xiuyuan.

"Thank you, Old Ancestor." Zhou Xiuyuan bowed in respect.

"There is still one more..." Zhou Xiuyuan stood up, exchanged a glance with Shen Xuanzhao, and nodded.