Chapter 251: Punish Evil and Break the Curse!

Liang Qu backhanded the Dragon Fubo spear back into the ground, picked up the great bow that had fallen to the ground, and bent the bow again.

The bow was pulled into a full moon.

The strings rang in a piece.

The arrows in the arrow quiver distributed by the River Patrol Office were consumed rapidly, among which there were twelve black arrows that were rarely used.

Only when encountering excellent opportunities to deal with Wolf Smoke martial artists would he use the twelve good arrows left by Liu Jie to relieve the pressure for Xiang Fang Su and others at the very front.

However, there were not only good archers in the River Patrol Office and the Demon-Hunting Division; from time to time, arrows shot over from the opposite side.

The golden eyes gave Liang Qu unparalleled night vision and insight, but also made him a living target in the dark night.

Firelight swayed, light and shadow blurred; where could there be a better target than Liang Qu, who was shining with golden eyes?

But facing the concentrated fire, Liang Qu was not afraid.

*Zhouyou Zhouyou Liuxu* (Traveling Through the Six Voids) allowed him to almost max out his evasion below Galloping Horse, fighting back while wandering.

An arrow feather carrying rolling airflow brushed past his shoulder, blowing up a big tree as thick as a bowl, and disappeared without a trace.

Liang Qu backhanded to draw an arrow, and shot back in the direction where the arrow came from, only hearing a scream in the darkness.

By the time the martial artists of the River Patrol Office rushed into the dense forest, they only saw a dead person with his chest pierced through, struggling to crawl toward the distance before he died, dragging a trail of more than a hundred meters in the mud.

Under the night curtain, corpses were everywhere, and the burning firelight illuminated half the sky.

On the meat grinder, the sound of metal clashing, the sound of arrow feathers breaking the air, and the sound of screams were rolled by the wind to the blue sky, and brought to everyone's ears by the wind.

The corpses of the River Patrol Office, the Demon-Hunting Division, and the Ghost Mother Sect were all mixed together.

The thick blood Qi attracted several giant birds as big as calves to circle the sky, occasionally diving down, snatching food from the tiger's mouth, grabbing a broken arm or a broken leg, and flying away with their wings.

Weaker sea birds tried to share a piece of the pie; they could realize that a great opportunity was right in front of them, just needing to eat a little to become as big as those calf-sized giant birds, no longer fearing wind and rain, but they were afraid of the martial artists' momentum and didn't dare to go down.

There were bold ones trying to dive, but they were twisted into meat foam by the blade light, and only a very few panicked and flapped their wings, bringing out treasure meat.

Xiang Fang Su and Ran Ran Zhongshi led several Wolf Smoke martial artists to slash at the very front, and the batch of people with the strongest strength were still putting up a desperate struggle.

Most of the remaining Galloping Horse martial artists either surrendered or were seriously injured and died, losing more than half of their combat power.

It was as if this black curtain between heaven and earth was painted with blood and broken limbs, becoming thick and slippery, and even the sound couldn't penetrate, suddenly becoming quiet.

Liang Qu swallowed the Qi-replenishing pill held between his teeth, breathed heavily, and reached out to touch the arrow quiver again, but touched nothing.

Empty.

He wasn't injured, and he hadn't stopped attacking, shooting out more than a hundred arrow feathers in total; how could he have killed sixty or seventy people?

Galloping Horse martial artists were harder to kill, but those below the four passes, and even the initial stage of Galloping Horse, were basically one arrow per person.

The vibration from the other end of the island chain became smaller and smaller, and the battle of Xu Xu Yuelong and others was also approaching the end.

Sneak attack at night, it was only one branch of the Ghost Mother Sect, the River Patrol Office and the Demon-Hunting Division joined forces to fight many with few, and they had targeted arrangements for the two Grandmasters, so the possibility of losing was extremely low, and the other side had no possibility of turning the tables.

Won.

Liang Qu relaxed his spirit and sat on the ground.

He hadn't experienced the most cruel scene of the entire battle, but he still felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Everyone only had one life; less than three quarters of an hour of fighting was a huge test for both spirit and body.

If the string in his brain relaxed slightly, what he would lose would be his own life.

He looked around; the whole island was scorching hot, everywhere was the scorched smell after burning, and the earth walls were cracked inch by inch.

"Cough, cough."

Liang Qu couldn't help coughing; he hadn't noticed while fighting, but now he realized he had inhaled too much thick smoke, and his entire throat felt like it had been poured with a layer of carbon powder.

Large groups of ants drilled out of the scorched ground, gradually forming a team and walking toward the outside of the forest.

Occasional screams came from the forest, announcing the victory of the war.

Ran Ran Zhongshi and Xiang Fang Su walked out of the forest one after another.

"Don't relax, it's not over yet." Xiang Fang Su walked over with one arm drooping, blood dripping from his fingertips to the ground, and he swept Liang Qu twice. "Is there any water?"

Liang Qu shook his head.

A short landing battle, no one would carry other supplies besides pills on their bodies.

There was clear water that could be drunk in the vortex aperture, but it wasn't easy to take out.

Xiang Fang Su shook his head and sighed: "If there isn't, there isn't; everyone don't rush to rest, find if there are any living brothers, and hurry to take them out."

When distributing supplies on the ship, every martial artist was given a *Buji* pill; at the critical moment, taking it could hang a breath, as long as it wasn't a vital part that was injured.

Hearing Xiang Fang Su's order, several martial artists who could still move stood up from the ground, supported several seriously injured colleagues, and walked toward the shore.

"Those few over there, can you move or not, pack up the things!"

"Finish off those who aren't dead!"

Xiang Fang Su and Ran Ran Zhongshi gave orders, but their expressions didn't relax, and Liang Qu perceived something bad.

"Is there anything else?"

Ran Ran Zhongshi looked back: "Do you remember me telling you that the blood of the Ghost Mother Sect members reacts with mugwort?"

"I remember."

"The higher the cultivation base, the stronger the reaction. It is impossible for the Ghost Mother Sect members to have this happen for no reason. Such evil entities are the most troublesome. To be safe, let's leave as soon as we finish cleaning up the battlefield."

"What will happen?"

Liang Qu felt that Xiang Fang Su seemed to know something.

"I can only say it has happened before. Whether there is a situation now, we will only know after Brother Xu Xu Yuelong returns. In any case, do not let your guard down."

It sounded as if they had been prepared for a long time.

Liang Qu's brows relaxed slightly.

The entire island chain was very long, with dozens of ships besieging it, thousands of martial artists landing, and nearly a thousand soldiers assisting. Their side was only a corner of the battlefield, and they still didn't know the situation elsewhere, so they had to handle things as quickly as possible.

Liang Qu followed the others to transport the wounded, incidentally giving the Ghost Mother Sect members who were seriously injured but not yet dead a fatal blow, cutting off their heads as part of the record of merit, and then went to find the twelve black arrows he had shot, as well as some spoils of war.

But before everyone could finish cleaning the battlefield.

A feeling of palpitation arose in Liang Qu's heart for no reason. He turned to look at the others and found that everyone had a serious expression.

Not only the people from the River Patrol Office and the Demon Suppression Division, but the Ghost Mother Sect captives had even more drastic changes in expression, screeching and yelling.

Xiang Fang Su roared immediately.

"Quick, quick, quick, get on the boats, get on the boats! Forget about the things you haven't packed, get on the boats!"

Life was paramount; the martial artists picking up spoils of war couldn't care about packing and fled toward the shore in a panic.

Liang Qu only hurriedly retrieved nine black arrows; he didn't know where the rest had flown, and unable to care about those special black arrows, he returned to the boat with everyone else.

The finless porpoises in the water felt uneasy and abandoned the dead gold and silver horn sharks, sticking closely to the sides of the boats.

Xiang Fang Su, annoyed that the soldiers were moving too slowly, stepped forward and took up the oar himself. They had barely rowed a hundred paces when a massive pillar of pitch-black energy shot up from the island.

That pillar of energy was as black as ink, reaching straight into the sky. Even in the night, it was exceptionally conspicuous, giving people a sense of deep palpitation, as if one might encounter something ominous just by coming into contact with it.

Not only on the island, but the captives on the boats suddenly screamed and wailed, thick black smoke emerging from their mouths and noses. Almost at the same time the black energy was born, the Ghost Mother Sect captives' complexions withered visibly, as if their essence and spirit had been drained.

Everyone was shocked!

Seeing the black energy spreading like ink, Xiang Fang Su roared.

"Throw them down!"

"Quick, throw them into the water!"

A soldier stepped forward to grab a captive's collar, but as soon as he touched him, he was horrified to find his own palm had also become shriveled.

The black energy could spread!

In such a terrifying scene, no one dared to reach out. A large empty space opened up around the captives, and everyone, fearing they would be contaminated by the black mist, fled in a hurry; some even jumped into the water themselves.

"Damn cowards!"

Xiang Fang Su cursed in anger, tore a strip of cloth from his clothes, wrapped it around his hand, and was about to grab them, but someone acted faster than him.

Liang Qu grabbed the collars of a dozen captives, lifted them, and threw them into the water one by one. His hands, which had come into contact with the black mist, showed no abnormality, and were even surrounded by a faint golden glow.

Xiang Fang Su faintly heard the sound of a tiger roaring and a dragon chanting, and he looked at Liang Qu in surprise.

"Evil-warding technique?"