243: Chapter 243 Battle!

"Quick, quick, quick... everyone, keep up."

Under the command of Patriarch Yun Donglai, the Yun Family Martial Artists wove through the dense forest.

However, to avoid making as much noise as possible, their speed could not be considered very fast.

Compared to them, the team led by the burly figure and the Gaunt Man was much faster.

Fortunately, for this situation, Pei Qingyun and Patriarch Yun Donglai had long since prepared a contingency plan.

One li looks like a long distance, but that is only for ordinary people.

If applied to a Martial Artist, this distance is truly nothing.

An ordinary Martial Artist only needs to walk at a normal pace to cover a distance of one li in a few dozen breaths.

Although this time is short, it is enough for them to create a time difference.

Dozens of breaths later, Pei Qingyun and the Yun Family Martial Artists appeared in another dense forest.

However, they did not have time to clean up the traces they left behind.

Logically speaking, these were definitely clues.

But on this island, the clues they left behind were far from just one.

They did not need to clean them up, nor did they have the time.

Based on Pei Qingyun's judgment, it was highly likely that the opponent would execute the plan according to his second scenario.

At this very moment, the Gaunt Man and the burly figure had already arrived at the dense forest hideout where Pei Qingyun and his group had previously been.

The two of them paused and slowly looked around.

"Old Nine, what do you think?" the burly figure said.

"People were likely hiding here not long ago, and there were quite a few of them. I'm afraid all our actions are being watched by the other side. It's just that these withdrawal tracks are a bit chaotic; they likely aren't too far from us."

"If we follow the direction of these tracks, we should be able to catch up very soon." The Gaunt Man walked around the area and stated his analysis and judgment.

The burly figure did not refute him but continued to look at the Gaunt Man, "Old Nine, will you pursue with me, or stay here?"

"Second Brother, I will go with you." The Gaunt Man's answer caught the burly figure by surprise.

Based on his understanding of the Gaunt Man, the latter had a meticulous mind.

This might well be a ruse to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

Yet, the Gaunt Man still chose to go with him.

Although he had some doubts in his heart, the burly figure did not voice his thoughts.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

In another dense forest, the Yun Family Martial Artists were still running wildly, not daring to stop their footsteps for even a moment.

"Grandmaster Qingyun, have those Blood Demon Sect Cultivators caught up?" Patriarch Yun Donglai's expression was tense; as he ran, he kept glancing toward the rear.

"Not yet. But I'm afraid our plan has failed," Pei Qingyun said calmly.

"Grandmaster Qingyun, what do you mean by that?" Patriarch Yun Donglai seemed to have a bad premonition in his heart.

"The two Blood Demon Sect Grandmasters did not separate. I fear we will have a tough battle later," Pei Qingyun explained calmly and unhurriedly.

"We can't avoid it?" Patriarch Yun Donglai's heart pounded wildly.

"We can't avoid it," Pei Qingyun shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Patriarch Yun Donglai's limbs felt somewhat weak, and his heart was filled with anxiety.

If a tough battle was inevitable, how many of them would survive, or would they all fall here?

At this moment, Patriarch Yun Donglai even wondered if Heaven was targeting his Yun Family.

It had just given him hope, only to bring despair.

Why was the fate of his Yun Family so full of twists and turns?

It was just a pity that there was no more time for him to wallow in despair.

Just then, Pei Qingyun interrupted his thoughts, "Patriarch Yun, give the order immediately to have everyone stop. There is no point in continuing to run. It is better to save some energy to deal with the upcoming battle."

Once these words were spoken, Patriarch Yun Donglai's mind became a bit clearer. He was also a decisive person; otherwise, he would not have cooperated with Pei Qingyun so resolutely in the first place.

Things had reached this point; saying anything else was meaningless.

"In a moment, I will launch a surprise attack first. Patriarch Yun, you all act as you see fit." After saying this, Pei Qingyun ignored Patriarch Yun Donglai's shocked gaze and rushed toward the direction of the Blood Demon Sect Cultivators.

At this moment, Pei Qingyun no longer hid anything, unleashing his powerful perception without restraint.

This ability was not unique to him.

This was an ability possessed by every Martial Artist who had stepped into the Six Viscera Realm. It was just that the perception range varied for each Grandmaster.

The perception range of an ordinary Grandmaster is roughly between ten and twenty zhang, a Late Stage Grandmaster can reach thirty zhang, and the perception range of a top-tier Grandmaster is even close to fifty zhang.

Pei Qingyun's limit, however, was one hundred zhang.

With him exerting his full power, within a radius of one hundred zhang, as long as the creature's Realm was not higher than his, their life aura could not hide.

Not long after.

The Gaunt Man, the burly figure, and dozens of others appeared within his perception.

Two Grandmasters, five Five-Viscera Martial Artists, and more than thirty ordinary Martial Artists.

Even without the presence of the two Grandmasters, this lineup was a crushing force for the current Yun Family.

Fortunately, Patriarch Yun Donglai and the Yun Family Martial Artists could not perceive all of this as he could.

Otherwise, the morale of the army would have already collapsed before the battle even began.

Pei Qingyun's eyes were like torches, locked onto the Gaunt Man.

In his perception, the Gaunt Man's life aura was clearly weaker than that of the burly figure.

Rather than injuring ten fingers, it is better to break one.

The next instant, he retracted his perception, and his entire person became like a shadow hidden in the darkness.

Just at this moment, the Gaunt Man seemed to have sensed something. He stopped abruptly. His brows were tightly locked, and he kept looking around, releasing his own perception.

"Old Nine, what's wrong with you? Why did you stop suddenly?"