Chapter 1468: The Land of Ice Fiends and the Myriad Vines Dao (Part 2)

"Senior Brother Zhu, your crystal flame silk has become even more refined. WwW. feiazw. CoM The skin of this mid-tier black rhinoceros demon is tough enough to rival some high-tier demonic beasts, yet you were able to slay it so easily. I believe even Fei Ye of the Nanliang Tribe wouldn't possess such means." Another winged figure, similarly enveloped in red light, spoke loudly beside him, accompanied by several others who offered the same praise without cease.

The one who struck was none other than Zhu Yinzi of the Chiro clan! The others were naturally also holy sons of the same clan.

Yet the place they occupied was a ring-shaped basin spanning several thousand li in diameter, surrounded on all sides by dense black-green forests, while the central area, over a hundred kilometers wide, lay bare and barren, littered with egg-shaped stone blocks the size of heads, dull and grayish.

And at the very center of this chaotic stone region lay a pitch-black cavern over a hundred zhang in depth, appearing to plunge straight down into the earth's deepest recesses.

The Chiro clan and their companions stood guard near the cavern's entrance. That black rhinoceros demon had clearly fled from the nearby dense forest, only to be slain by Zhu Yinzi with a single follow-up strike.

"Hmph, you few stop saying only pleasant things. We've guarded this entrance for three or four days already. Aside from wiping out another small tribe, we've yet to see any Tianpeng clan members arrive here. It seems they either took the other two passages or are still lingering in the second layer. Other major clans likely have someone who entered the third layer. The Tianpeng clan members must certainly be slaughtered, but we cannot abandon the Netherflame Fruit either. So here's what we'll do: Chitian and Hongsha, you two follow me down to the third layer. The rest remain here to guard. I will personally retrieve your Netherflame Fruits." After a moment of silent contemplation in midair, Zhu Yinzi spoke these words.

"Senior Brother Zhu, the Tianpeng clan fellow surnamed Han seems to have considerable cultivation. If we only leave a few senior brothers behind, might something unexpected happen?" Chitian said, his eyes darting around as he revealed a worried expression.

"Hehe, no need to worry. Junior Brother Yu's cultivation is not much weaker than mine, and I will leave behind our clan's treasure, the Soul-Departing Bell. When activated, it is silent and formless, impossible to guard against—even a Spirit Commander-level existence, if caught off guard, can only surrender helplessly. If Junior Brother Yu launches a covert ambush, he will surely come to no harm." Zhu Yinzi seemed to have already considered this matter, speaking without hesitation.

He then opened his mouth and spat out a cluster of green light, within which was wrapped a small bell about an inch tall, ancient in appearance and fragrance.

With a single finger tap, the small bell flashed and vanished, but the next moment, after emitting a low hum, it suddenly appeared above the head of a sturdy Chiro clan man, descending slowly.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for bestowing this treasure. I, Yu, will surely not fail your trust!" The man surnamed Yu raised his hand to support the small bell, his face expressionless as he spoke in a deep voice, which sounded strangely sharp and piercing, like metal grating against metal.

Although the man surnamed Yu spoke little, Zhu Yinzi seemed to have great faith in his abilities. After nodding, he gestured, and together with Chitian and Hongsha, transformed into three streaks of red light, fleeing into the cavern.

"Listen well! From now on, everyone must conceal their presence and refrain from leaving traces nearby. I will set up a Three Talents Concealment Yuan Formation at the entrance and hide within it. Once the target truly arrives, I will use the Soul-Departing Bell to launch a sneak attack. You may reveal yourselves only after." The burly man was not polite at all; no sooner had Zhu Yinzi departed than he began issuing commands.

The man surnamed Yu appeared to hold considerable prestige among the Chiro clan's holy sons, as the others offered no objections whatsoever. Immediately, they formed seals and sacrificed their treasures.

In the blink of an eye, the others vanished one by one into the void.

And as the burly man surnamed Yu moved, he too fled into the pitch-black cavern.

For a time, the area near the vast cavern fell into unnatural silence.

……

Second layer, deep within another dense forest of towering black-green trees, when viewed from over a hundred li away, a black-yellow pillar piercing the heavens stood tall upon an open high slope.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that this so-called "giant pillar" was actually a single plant with a diameter of about one li, appearing as if countless extraordinarily thick vines had been twisted together and then extended straight into the high sky.

Within a radius of several dozen li around where this colossal plant stood, not a single blade of grass grew—it resembled a desert landscape.

Yet at this very moment, emanating from the plant's roots came a rumbling explosion, accompanied by flashing lights of various colors.

Indeed, members of the Flying Spirit tribe were found trapped in the nearby low sky, surrounded by tens of thousands of golden-yellow flying moths.

These two groups: one numbered over ten, men and women alike, but every person bore black tattoos on their faces; the other consisted of only four individuals, yet each was an extraordinarily tall and massive man, each carrying a colossal weapon on his back.

The moths encircling them each glowed with radiant golden light, the size of fists. They did not approach these Flying Spirit tribe members, but merely hovered at a distance, fanning their wings, whereupon multicolored moth powder rained down like a storm, completely enveloping the Flying Spirit tribe members in an airtight seal.

Though the moth powder appeared ordinary, the two groups trapped within dared not let even a trace touch their bodies. They successively employed various secret techniques, and several treasures transformed into cascades of light and rosy radiance, shielding them thoroughly and completely.

WwW. feiazw. CoM