140: Chapter 140 A Trap?

In this chaotic borderland between the Sect and the Demon Court, there was a wilderness spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, where endless mountains hid dangers at every turn.

Deep within the vast mountains, a deep and deathly silent valley was embedded in the earth, looking completely out of place with the surrounding forests.

Thick white mist rose continuously from the bottom of the valley, like smoke and curtains, completely isolating the entire valley from the outside world.

In the forest outside the valley, five figures moved with light steps, suppressing their presence, cautiously approaching the valley entrance. It was Ling Shu and her group.

Ling Shu locked her gaze on the mist-shrouded valley ahead, and her cold Divine Thought was transmitted into the minds of the others:

"According to the mission instructions, this is the valley."

A male Disciple beside her frowned, responding with Divine Thought as well:

"This place is indeed very suspicious, and this white mist is quite strange; my Divine Thought dissipates as soon as it touches it, unable to penetrate it at all."

Another female Disciple had a flash of anger in her eyes, her tone carrying a hint of coldness:

"The Xuanye Demon Court is becoming increasingly unscrupulous, daring to set up a Blood Selection Platform in this area. Do they think my Sect has no one left?"

The Blood Selection Platform was a place where the Xuanye Demon Court screened Disciples. They would capture young Cultivators of the Mortal Realm and throw them into the Blood Selection Platform. They let everyone kill each other in a closed environment, screening for Geniuses through the most cruel means.

The few who survived from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood would be taken away by the Demon Court, implanted with the philosophy of the Demonic Path, and their past ties severed, becoming ruthless Demon Court Disciples.

For thousands of years, countless innocent Cultivators had died tragically in the Blood Selection Platform.

Ling Shu prudently sent a voice transmission to warn everyone:

"Do not underestimate the enemy. If the intelligence is accurate, this Blood Selection Platform is guarded by multiple Prodigies of the Demon Court, and they are by no means comparable to ordinary demonic followers."

The group steadily advanced, with four Disciples standing on four sides, and one male Disciple standing in the middle, holding a palm-sized Formation Plate.

Faced with Prodigies of the Demon Court at the same level, the group did not let their guard down. Fearing that their concealment Spells would be seen through by the other side, the five of them had specially brought a Formation to assist, using both methods to maximize the masking of their Qi fluctuations and avoid the risk of being exposed.

Just as the five of them were about to enter the valley:

Buzz—!

Spiritual light suddenly flickered all around, and dense Formation patterns lit up, instantly condensing into a huge spherical curtain of light, trapping Ling Shu and the other four inside.

It was a trap!

The expressions of Ling Shu and the four others changed, their hearts sinking to the bottom.

Without the slightest hesitation, the four outer Disciples instantly unleashed their full Spiritual Power, and various Spells slammed into the barrier!

Bang, bang, bang—!

The continuous loud noises spread all around, with Spiritual light exploding and air waves surging.

But all the attacks landing on the barrier were like mud cows entering the sea, not causing a single ripple.

The sturdiness of this barrier far exceeded their expectations!

Ling Shu immediately took out her communication token, trying to contact other Sect Prodigies practicing in the borderlands for reinforcements.

But the token remained dim and lusterless, never receiving any response.

Just at this moment, slender figures walked out slowly from the mist-shrouded valley.

The leading figure was in black robes, with an aloof temperament and indifferent eyebrows and eyes; it was the number one on the Xuanye Demon Court Prodigy list, Ming Ye!

Behind him followed a dozen formidable Demon Court Prodigies, each of them a master recorded on the Demon Court's Prodigy list.

The oppressive atmosphere made the air in this area almost stagnant.

Ming Ye swept his gaze indifferently over Ling Shu and the four others inside the barrier, then looked back at the valley with wariness. He said nothing, just stood quietly to the side, without any intention of attacking immediately.

The group of Demon Court Prodigies behind him also did not move, just quietly staring at Ling Shu and the four others.

Ling Shu and the four others looked at each other, the gravity in their eyes growing, and their hearts were filled with suspicion.

The other side had set up a great Formation and gathered so many powerful Prodigies to block them, yet they were slow to attack; obviously, the other side had a deeper purpose!

To figure out the other side's intentions, Ling Shu suppressed the panic in her heart, raised her eyes to look directly at Ming Ye and his group, and provoked them with a tone full of sarcasm and disdain:

"So this is the ability of the Demon Court's Prodigies? Only knowing how to set up ambushes and use numbers to bully the few. What? Is it at this point, and you still dare not make a move?"

Ming Ye's expression remained as indifferent as water, unmoved.

But a burly Prodigy on the side could not hold back, stepped forward, and shouted angrily:

"Sharp-tongued, are you trying to bolster your courage because you know your death is approaching?"

Ling Shu raised her eyebrows slightly, continuing to provoke with words:

"Boastful. Look at your dull and dim-witted appearance; can you even cast a Spell properly? Are you worthy of talking about killing me?"

The burly man's face flushed red instantly. Lies don't hurt people, but the truth is a sharp knife; he hated others calling him dull and dim-witted the most:

"What a sharp-tongued shrew! If it weren't for needing you as bait, I would have..."

"Datou!"

Ming Ye shouted coldly to interrupt him.

Inside the barrier, the pupils of Ling Shu and the four others shrank, instantly capturing the key information.

Bait!

The five of them were not the target at all.

Several people quickly looked at each other, and then cast their gaze on the Disciple in the middle of the team who had been holding the Formation Plate earlier.

That Disciple was sweating profusely at this moment and said via voice transmission:

"It's no use, this is an eighth-rank Formation, I can't break it!"

A sense of despair enveloped the five of them, and anxiety and unease spread within the barrier.

The two sides just stayed like this, inside and outside, strangely deadlocked for a whole day and night.

Suddenly, Ming Ye took out a pitch-black communication token. After a brief communication, he put the token away with an expressionless face.

He raised his eyes to look at the barrier, and his indifferent voice sounded:

"Prepare to attack."

"One of our seventh-rank Disciples has fallen, that mysterious powerhouse should have already received the news."

Ming Ye and the others' target was indeed Ling Shu and the others originally, but a few days ago, the Sect suddenly sent a message, asking them to cooperate in executing another task.

Meanwhile, above the vast sky, a stream of light tore through the sea of clouds and was rushing towards this side.

Lin Qing's speed now had increased by a large margin compared to when he rushed to aid Luoxia Valley.

However, after nearly an hour of traveling, he had not noticed any abnormalities elsewhere on the way, until his Divine Thought covered the valley area, which was where Ling Shu and the others were executing their mission.

The situation on the field was clearly reflected in Lin Qing's mind!

Inside the spherical eighth-rank trap Formation, Ling Shu and the four others had exhausted their Spiritual Power and their presence was withered. In this whole hour, a dozen Demon Court Disciples had taken turns attacking, and they were already nearing their limit, with each of them carrying not-light injuries.

However, in such a situation, Ling Shu and the others still activated that palm-sized concealment Formation Plate, trying to hide something.

Unfortunately, the Formation Plate was only seventh-rank, and in front of Lin Qing's Divine Thought, which far exceeded his peers, it was like a mere decoration.

Besides this, in the valley to the side, there was also a concealment Formation set up. This Formation had reached the eighth-rank level, and Lin Qing could only vaguely sense that there were people hiding inside; he would only know the exact situation after arriving and breaking the Formation.

Lin Qing's Divine Thought did not conceal itself, so when his vast Divine Thought covered this area, everyone present trembled in unison.

"They're here!"

They looked up in the direction of Lin Qing, although they couldn't see anything yet, they knew that the mysterious powerhouse was about to arrive.

Without hesitation, feeling this Divine Thought, the dozen Demon Court Disciples immediately abandoned their offensive and retreated into the valley in an instant.

An incense stick later, the stream of light stopped abruptly, and Lin Qing stood above the valley, his figure tall and straight, his aura transcendent.

Ling Shu and the four others looked up and saw the unfamiliar figure in the high sky, their expressions changed drastically, and they shouted urgently:

"Senior Brother! Run!"

"Their target is you!"