485: Linglong: I think I hit something just now?

Above the sky, Linglong leisurely roamed, occasionally lowering her head to look down at the intense battle below, and occasionally participating in killing an invader!

Just then, she frowned as she watched the battle below, her eyes filled with confusion.

Who are these people below? Their aura is a little familiar, but not much!

Should she save them?

While Linglong was contemplating, five or six invaders at the Refining Spirit Returning to Void were surrounding Yang Zheng and Alchemist Zhang.

These invaders stood in a line, with ferocious smiles on their faces, staring at Yang Zheng and Alchemist Zhang as if they had found incredibly exciting prey.

"Haha, look at their terrified expressions, it's so amusing!" one of the invaders laughed triumphantly.

His gaze was full of greed, as if he could not wait to taste the flesh and blood of these two cultivators.

"Hehe, if I could take a bite, it might just explode!"

Another invader echoed, a cruel smile on his face.

"I didn't expect our luck to be so good, to actually encounter two Human Race wastes at the Soul Transformation Realm. Those Golden Immortals and Heavenly Immortals we met before chased us quite hard, and we barely escaped.

Now we can finally get some interest back from these weaklings!"

An invader said through gritted teeth, a vengeful glint in his eyes.

"Yes, I've been on the run for so long, my stomach has been growling for a while now."

Another invader rubbed his stomach and licked his lips.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's get to it quickly. Remember to kill them completely so we can enjoy eating them more."

The last invader urged impatiently.

Facing the approaching invaders, Yang Zheng and Alchemist Zhang tightly clutched their weapons, their expressions tense and vigilant.

They knew full well the huge disparity in strength between themselves and these enemies, but their will to survive urged them to prepare to go all out and fight to the death.

However, they knew in their hearts that the outcome of this battle would likely not be optimistic…

A closer look would reveal their hands trembling uncontrollably, and their faces were devoid of color.

The two exchanged a look, their eyes filled with despair, but they still stood back to back, staring intently at the invaders.

Yang Zheng transmitted his voice, saying, "Alchemist Zhang, how much poison do you have left?"

Alchemist Zhang replied helplessly, "Not much. These people are all at the Spirit Refining to Return to Emptiness Realm. We've already used too much poison, and now there's very little left."

Yang Zheng pondered for a moment and then said, "Alright, I'll distract them later. You take the opportunity to release the poison. Run as far as you can!"

Alchemist Zhang quickly shook his head and said, "No, that won't work. If you do that, Alchemist Yang, you definitely won't survive. Don't forget they are Spirit Refining to Return to Emptiness experts, and you are only at the Soul Transformation Realm. The difference in strength is too great; you would be sending yourself to your death."

Yang Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "Things have come to this, and we have no other choice. We can only try our luck; it's better for one of us to escape than none. Besides, I'm already severely injured…"

Alchemist Zhang firmly objected, "No, if we go, we go together. Although this bit of poison can only hold them off for a minute, within that minute, we can only leave it to fate."

Their voice transmission ended, and both of them glared fiercely at the approaching invaders.

Their eyes were filled with anger and defiance, as if they wanted to devour these invaders alive.

When they were three steps away, Yang Zheng tightly gripped the sword in his hand, his eyes flashing with determination, and he resolutely charged towards the group.

At the same time, Alchemist Zhang, who was beside him, nervously seized the moment, quickly took out all the poison, and released it without hesitation.

However, facing the enemy's powerful strength, Yang Zheng's attack seemed somewhat weak.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Yang Zheng was fiercely kicked away by one of the invaders, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily dozens of meters away.

He clutched his chest, a mouthful of fresh blood spewing out, his face as pale as paper.

Immediately after, that invader appeared before him again, mercilessly stepping on his chest.

Although it was just a slight exertion of force, a crisp sound of ribs breaking could be heard.

Yang Zheng immediately felt a sharp pain spread throughout his body, almost unable to breathe.

At the same time, Alchemist Zhang on the other side also met with misfortune.

A cold light flashed, and Alchemist Zhang's abdomen was slashed open by an invader's knife. His intestines instantly spilled out from the wound, a bloody scene that was unbearable to witness.

Yang Zheng turned his head with difficulty and saw Alchemist Zhang's tragic state, his heart filled with grief.

He shouted loudly, "Alchemist Zhang!!!"

His voice was filled with endless sorrow and indignation.

The invaders saw this scene, and triumphant smiles appeared on their faces, as if they were enjoying Yang Zheng's pain and despair.

One of the invaders said arrogantly, "You Human Race trash, you wouldn't think that your so-called proud poisons would be effective against us, who are at the Spirit Refining to Return to Emptiness Realm, would you!"

Another invader echoed, "Yes, even if it were effective, where could you run to?"

They were filled with disdain and mockery for Yang Zheng and their struggles. In their eyes, Yang Zheng and the others were just ants, to be trampled upon at will.

"Hahahaha!"

With that, all the invaders burst into laughter.

At the same time, Linglong shook her head and mumbled, "Oh dear, I won't think so much anymore. Saving people is more important. If they're bad guys, I'll just deal with them later."

However, Linglong didn't know that her moment of thought had lasted four or five minutes, and on Yang Zheng and Alchemist Zhang's side, one was already dead, and the other was severely injured and on the verge of death.

Suddenly, a loud Dragon roar echoed, attracting the attention of everyone present.

Linglong fiercely swung her Dragon tail, instantly flinging all those invading fellows a hundred meters away.

Then, she turned her head, curiously staring at Yang Zheng, and asked with concern, "Hey, can you still hold on?"

Yang Zheng was affected by the powerful Qi wave generated when Linglong's tail attacked, and his body couldn't help but tremble, followed by another gush of blood.

Looking at the enormous Dragon before him, his face was filled with despair and helplessness.

The moment Linglong opened her mouth to ask him a question, it was as if a flash of lightning streaked across his mind, and some vague memory fragments began to surface.

He hesitated to speak, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty: "You… are you Li Mu's spirit pet?"

?!

Eh?

She actually knows Master, so it seems I didn't save the wrong person.

She nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, do you know my Master?"

Yang Zheng: "Hmm, you…"

Before Yang Zheng could finish his sentence, he saw an invader attempting a sneak attack on Linglong's back, and Yang Zheng immediately cried out anxiously: "Watch out behind you…"

Linglong shook her tail in confusion, feeling as if her tail had hit something, but when she turned her head, she saw nothing.

She turned her head to Yang Zheng in confusion, "Strange, I seemed to have hit something just now. Oh right, what were you going to say?"

Yang Zheng: "…"

Yang Zheng looked at Linglong's back with a surprised expression. Those invaders had tried to sneak attack Linglong just now, but unexpectedly, they were directly sent flying by Linglong's tail.

The key was Linglong's bewildered expression, as if she didn't even know what she had just done?