33: pursuit

After a round of fighting, the Li Family had five of its clansmen killed. Li Haocheng’s expression turned extremely grim as he witnessed the heavy losses of his Family’s Cultivators.

He roared in anger. The Li Family suffered heavy losses, and the irrational Li Haocheng, the Family Head, wanted to rush forward and fight Wang Mingtong and the others to the death, but he was stopped by the Heretical Cultivator beside him.

The Heretical Cultivator, dressed in a black robe with a sinister face, sneered, “Li Family Head, why be in such a hurry? Although these Righteous Path Cultivators are formidable, in front of us of the Evil Path, they are nothing more than a rabble.

Later, only we will deal with them.”

Upon hearing this, Li Haocheng, though filled with unquenchable resentment, knew that the other party spoke sense. He, Li Haocheng, had just seen reinforcements arrive, and the deaths of his clansmen had made him lose some rationality.

With the other party’s words, he could only suppress his anger, retreat to the side, and watch as the Heretical Cultivators slowly approached Wang Mingtong and the others.

Wang Mingtong’s expression was solemn. The reason he had acted just now was because he hadn't noticed the Heretical Cultivators secretly following, so he had intended to directly eliminate the Li Family first.

He hadn't expected the Evil Path forces to be hidden in the dark and to reveal themselves so quickly. He looked around and saw Lin Feng and the other Sect Cultivators valiantly resisting the attacks of the Heretical Cultivators, but they were at a numerical disadvantage and were gradually becoming overwhelmed.

Lin Feng’s side, including the Zhao Family Cultivators and the two small families helping the Zhao Family, numbered no more than twenty, ten of whom were Outer Sect Disciples from Cloud-Soaring Pavilion who had come to provide support.

In contrast, the Evil Path had twenty-four Cultivators, plus the remaining three Li Family Cultivators, giving them an absolute numerical advantage.

Wang Mingtong steeled his heart, knowing that this was a critical moment of life and death.

He shouted loudly, “Lin, my virtuous nephew, hold on! I will use a Sect secret Spell to defeat these Heretical Cultivators in one fell swoop!”

With that, he began to gather his spiritual energy, preparing to cast the secret Spell. However, just then, a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ear: “Hmph, want to cast a secret Spell? Did you ask me first?”

Wang Mingtong was startled and quickly turned his head. He saw a Heretical Cultivator in a black robe, with a sinister smile, slowly approaching him.

The aura emanating from this person was extremely cold, indicating a profound cultivation.

Seeing this, Lin Feng no longer held back. That Heretical Cultivator, in terms of cultivation, was merely a Mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, only relying on the numerical superiority of the Cultivators he brought.

At this moment, the only way to reverse their situation was to kill as many of the opponent’s Cultivators as possible, so that Senior Martial Uncle Wang would not have to divert his energy due to their danger and could focus on dealing with the leading Black-robed Man.

Lin Feng went to the side of the Fellow Brothers from the Sect who had come to support, helping them deal with the Heretical Cultivators. He immediately threw a handful of Talismans at the Cultivator he was fighting, causing explosions and flames to erupt.

The Cultivator Lin Feng was assisting was stunned, while the Cultivator he had been fighting was already killed by Lin Feng’s sudden Talisman attack. The enemy in front of him just died like that?

He looked at Lin Feng with some shock. Lin Feng had no time to pay attention to his fellow Disciple in front of him. Instead, he quickly went to assist other fellow Disciples.

In less than a quarter of an hour, seven or eight Heretical Cultivators were killed, and the tide of the battle began to turn.

The Heretical Cultivator who was already fighting Wang Mingtong, seeing his subordinates, who clearly had the advantage, suffering heavy casualties under Lin Feng’s lavish Talisman attacks, was furious.

He immediately wanted to abandon his opponent and attack Lin Feng, but he was firmly entangled by Wang Mingtong and unable to break free.

Wang Mingtong unleashed a Sect secret Spell, his spiritual energy surging around him, and a powerful aura permeated the area, causing the surrounding Heretical Cultivators to tremble.

This Senior Martial Uncle Wang’s fire Dao secret art attack was extremely powerful.

The Heretical Cultivator’s face changed drastically at the sight. He hadn't expected Wang Mingtong to be so difficult to deal with.

He tried his best to break free from Wang Mingtong’s entanglement, but Wang Mingtong’s secret Spell was too powerful, and he was temporarily unable to escape.

Lin Feng was overjoyed at the sight. He seized the opportunity to lead the Sect Cultivators in a fierce attack on the remaining Heretical Cultivators.

For a time, sword lights flashed, Talismans flew, and the battlefield was filled with shouts of killing.

Under the astonished gazes of Li Haocheng and the Black-Robed Heretical Cultivator, the Cultivators of the Evil Path fell one after another.

Although their numbers were large, under the combined attacks of Lin Feng and the others, they quickly crumbled and suffered heavy casualties.

Soon, the number of enemy Cultivators plummeted. When only ten Heretical Cultivators were still struggling in the field, Lin Feng stopped using the Talismans in his hand.

If he hadn't had no other choice, Lin Feng would not have wanted to do this; these Talismans were all Spirit Stones after all.

Wang Mingtong and the Black-robed Man had been fighting for a while without a clear victor, but an hour later, Lin Feng’s side of the battlefield had largely concluded.

Except for a few Cultivators who escaped, all were killed by Lin Feng and his companions.

Seeing this, Wang Mingtong felt a release. He abruptly increased his spiritual energy output, and with a roar, the power of his secret Spell instantly erupted, sending the Black-Robed Heretical Cultivator spitting blood and flying backward.

Li Haocheng’s face turned pale at the sight. He knew that the tide had turned, and staying any longer would only lead to certain death.

Therefore, he turned and fled, hoping to seize the opportunity to slip away.

However, how could Lin Feng let him go? His figure flickered, and he chased after him.

Although Li Haocheng’s cultivation was not low, under Lin Feng’s relentless pursuit, he quickly became breathless and his speed greatly decreased.

“Li Haocheng, you can’t escape!” Lin Feng shouted coldly, and a Talisman in his hand flashed with light, attacking Li Haocheng.

Li Haocheng was terrified. He desperately resisted but was still hit by Lin Feng’s Talisman and severely wounded.

He collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with despair.

Lin Feng walked up to Li Haocheng and looked at him coldly: “Since you’ve come all this way, why leave now!”

With that, Lin Feng was about to make a move. However, just then, a figure suddenly blocked Li Haocheng’s path.

Lin Feng focused his gaze and saw that it was the Black-Robed Heretical Cultivator. He had stood up at some point and was looking at Lin Feng coldly.

“Hmph, want to kill him? You brat, you ruined this old man’s good deed, go to hell!!” The Black-Robed Heretical Cultivator snorted coldly, his aura surging again, clearly intending to kill Lin Feng.

Lin Feng quickly applied the Light Body Technique and Swift Steps Technique to himself, while the silver light on his nimble boots flashed. Lin Feng retreated rapidly. The Black-robed Man, seeing Lin Feng immediately run, did not pursue.

He had already been injured by Wang Mingtong, and at this moment, he needed to escape with Li Haocheng.

He grabbed Li Haocheng with one hand and flew outwards. Seeing the opponent about to flee, Wang Mingtong naturally was unwilling and immediately rose and flew outwards.

Lin Feng, seeing this, also quickly followed. He understood in his heart that if these two Heretical Cultivators were allowed to escape, there would undoubtedly be endless troubles in the future.

The three sped through the night sky, moving extremely fast, and in a flash, they had already moved far away from the Zhao Family.

Lin Feng followed closely behind Wang Mingtong, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. Lin Feng couldn't fly; he was only barely keeping up by relying on the Swift Steps Technique, Light Body Technique, and his nimble boots.

The Black-Robed Heretical Cultivator, carrying Li Haocheng, flew while looking back, clearly annoyed by Wang Mingtong and Lin Feng’s relentless pursuit.

“Hmph, consider yourselves lucky today!” The Black-Robed Heretical Cultivator snorted coldly, his aura surging again, and his speed suddenly increased, attempting to shake off Wang Mingtong and Lin Feng.

However, how could Wang Mingtong let him succeed? He unleashed a Sect secret Spell, and his speed also greatly increased, tightly clinging to the Black-Robed Heretical Cultivator.

The three, one chasing and two fleeing, had flown dozens of miles in the blink of an eye. The Black-Robed Heretical Cultivator, seeing that he could not shake off Wang Mingtong and Lin Feng, grew anxious.

He looked at Li Haocheng beside him and saw that Li Haocheng’s face was pale and his aura weak, clearly severely wounded.

The Black-Robed Heretical Cultivator steeled his heart, deciding to abandon Li Haocheng and escape alone.

He suddenly pushed Li Haocheng, trying to throw him off. However, just then, Wang Mingtong and Lin Feng had already caught up.

“Trying to run? Not so easy!” Wang Mingtong shouted loudly, his spiritual energy surging, and a powerful Spell attacked the Black-Robed Heretical Cultivator.

The Black-Robed Heretical Cultivator dared not be careless and quickly dodged to the side. At the same time, the Black-Robed Cultivator also grew desperate, casting a self-harming secret Spell.

His Realm instantly elevated to the Late-Stage Foundation Establishment, the same as Wang Mingtong. He also cast a powerful Spell, and at the same time, he held a small bloody flag that fluttered in the wind.