102: They fled separately

"Hmph, mere parlor tricks. You think you can escape like this?" The leader, a Late Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator from the Ghost Spirit Sect, held a black banner that fluttered without wind.

On the surface of the banner, a few twisted, blood-colored lines faintly emerged, pointing toward a certain spot in the stream.

"Rest assured, Senior Brother Yan, they cannot escape. This 'Blood Grudge Tracking Technique' has already locked onto the aura of the Hundred Beasts Mountain vengeful spirits clinging to them. Unless they can instantly escape a thousand miles, they won't be able to get away." A pale-faced Disciple nearby looked at the black banner and said.

Another short-statured Disciple squatted on a large rock on the bank and sniffed: "Senior Brother Yan, they must still be underwater, fleeing downstream with the current."

That Yan Clan Cultivator captain coldly snorted: "Pursue. Dead or alive, it does not matter. The Young Sect Master has ordered that everyone who witnessed the refining of the Sacred Banner must be eliminated; we absolutely cannot let them take this news back."

Underwater, Lin Feng and Xiao Qinghan heard these few sentences of dialogue clearly, and their hearts both sank.

The icy river water soaked their entire bodies, their clothes clinging tightly to them, and a bone-chilling cold struck. The current was rapid, and undercurrents tugged at their bodies.

The two did not dare to use their spiritual power to resist, forced to rely on their Physical Body to endure it, struggling to sneak underwater.

"There is an underground river entrance downstream." Lin Feng transmitted his voice to Xiao Qinghan, while pointing in the direction of the current.

Xiao Qinghan understood and pinched a spell with her fingertips. A flash of spiritual light flickered, and a Little Beast, gray-black all over, resembling a weasel, with weak webbing on its four limbs, appeared before her.

It was the "River-Turning Weasel," which excelled at underwater tracking and perception. The Little Beast nimbly turned a circle in the water and quickly dived downstream.

The two followed closely behind.

However, the three from the Ghost Spirit Sect did not give them much time. Several Yin Thunders had already blasted into the water.

Boom! Boom! The loud noises traveled underwater, making their eardrums ache, and the shockwaves of the current made their figures unstable.

Seeing that the short-statured Disciple had actually plunged into the water with a splash, chasing them at an astonishing speed.

Seeing that the pursuer was about to arrive, Lin Feng released the Shadow Scale Snake. The little snake was like a streak of black lightning in the water, meeting the pursuing Disciple, opening its mouth to spray a stream of ink-colored poisonous mist.

The poisonous mist spread rapidly in the water; although diluted by the current, it still made that area of water turbid and pitch-black.

Caught off guard, the Disciple crashed into the range of the poisonous mist, his speed slowing down significantly, forced to divide his attention to resist the toxins and disperse the black mist.

Lin Feng and Xiao Qinghan, led by the River-Turning Weasel, had already struggled into the downstream area and were pulled by a powerful suction force toward a pitch-black cave entrance.

Splash! Splash!

The two were sucked into the underground river channel one after another, instantly swallowed by the current. The River-Turning Weasel emitted a faint spiritual light, leading the way ahead, striving to avoid the reefs and whirlpools hidden in the water.

Xiao Qinghan followed the Spirit Beast closely, turning her head from time to time to confirm Lin Feng's location.

Not knowing how long they had struggled forward in the darkness, the River-Turning Weasel leading in front suddenly turned, diving into a relatively narrow tributary. After traveling for another stretch, the current slowed slightly, and faint light could be vaguely seen ahead.

Seeing that the Shadow Scale Snake had also caught up, Lin Feng handily retrieved it into the spirit beast pouch, thinking they must have shaken off that Disciple's pursuit.

The two struggled to rush out of the water, discovering they were in a stream in a remote valley, with silence all around. They did not dare to linger, staggering as they climbed onto the bank.

Lin Feng and Xiao Qinghan each brought out their Magic Treasure and sped toward the southeast.

However, having flown no more than a hundred miles, two sounds of breaking through the air came again from the sky behind them.

Lin Feng instantly judged the situation of the pursuers, thought for a moment, and turned to say to Xiao Qinghan: "Senior Sister, I will lure them away. You quickly return to the Sect to report the news."

Xiao Qinghan was about to object, but Lin Feng had already urged the wine immortal gourd to suddenly accelerate, turning toward the south.

That Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Yan Clan Cultivator was indeed attracted, coldly snorting: "Seeking death." He went straight to pursue Lin Feng.

As for the pale-faced Disciple, he hesitated for a moment but still chose to pursue Xiao Qinghan.

Xiao Qinghan gritted her teeth, knowing this was the best choice. The Green Feather's radiance flared, and she escaped with full force toward the direction of the Sect, hoping to bring reinforcements as quickly as possible.

After Xiao Qinghan and that pale-faced Ghost Spirit Sect Disciple, one chasing and one fleeing, had completely disappeared, Lin Feng pressed the gourd down and landed on a relatively open gravel flat in the rift valley below.

He had just put away the gourd and turned to stand still when that Escaping Light had already arrived, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Kid, not running anymore? Do you know that you are doomed to die today?" The Yan Clan Cultivator walked out with a gloomy expression.

"Enough nonsense." Lin Feng responded coldly, quietly condensing a force of icy cold at his fingertips.

"Seeking death." The Yan Clan Cultivator grinned, said no more, and flicked the bone sword in his hand. A black sword gleam tore through the air, stabbing directly at Lin Feng's face.

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, and instead of retreating, he advanced. While dodging the sharp edge by turning to the side, he pressed his right index and middle fingers together and shot out a beam of ice-blue light, aiming directly for the opponent's Dantian Qi Sea. It was the Ice Soul Divine Light.

The Yan Clan Cultivator clearly did not expect Lin Feng to have such a swift counterattack, hastily turning his sword to block.

"Ssh!"

The ice-blue beam hit the body of the bone sword, and the extremely cold Qi spread out. That bone sword, wreathed in black Qi, was covered with a thick layer of frost at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the chill surged along the sword body toward the Yan Clan Cultivator's arm.

The Yan Clan Cultivator was greatly alarmed, feeling only that his right arm holding the sword had instantly gone numb, and the circulation of his spiritual power had become stagnant.

He forced his Cultivation Technique to operate, forcibly shattering the ice on his arm, but his face turned a shade paler, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes. This extremely cold force could actually directly freeze spiritual power?

"Kid, you've got some tricks." He roared, putting away his contempt, transferring the temporarily unworkable bone sword to his left hand, while his right hand slapped the black banner hanging at his waist.

"Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, Devour Souls and Seize Spirits."

The black banner grew in the wind, with Yin winds howling. Countless hideous, screeching specter phantoms swarmed out from within, pouncing toward Lin Feng, instantly turning the entire flat ground into a ghost domain. The bone-chilling resentment was enough to make an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator lose their composure.

Facing this terrifying scene, Lin Feng took a deep breath, clenched his right hand in the air, and the Wood Attribute Sword Essence within his body suddenly surged out, condensing and extending in his palm, instantly transforming into a jade-green spirit sword.

He swung forward, slashing out a Sword Qi. This Sword Qi was not sharp or overbearing, but instead carried a peaceful power that nourished all things and purified filth.

However, it was this seemingly gentle green Sword Qi that, the moment it touched those specter phantoms, was like boiling water poured on snow.

Ssh, ssh, ssh!

Amidst the shrill screams, countless specter phantoms were swept by the jade-green Sword Qi, and the Yin evil resentment on them rapidly dissipated and faded, their forms becoming blurry and unstable, their power greatly reduced.

"What? It can actually restrain my Hundred Ghosts Banner?" The Yan Clan Cultivator's eyes were almost popping out, his face full of disbelief.

His Hundred Ghosts Banner did not fear even the most Yang and rigid forces, but why could this Wood-type Sword Qi produce such a powerful restraining effect?

Just at this moment, Lin Feng pinched a spell with his left hand, the Fire Attribute Sword Essence within his body erupted, and the spirit sword in his hand turned from green to red.

A crimson Sword Qi followed closely behind the green Sword Qi, slashing out.

Wherever it passed, the air distorted, and the gravel on the ground was scorched by the high temperature, crackling loudly.