Chapter 415: Sangmu Schemes to Escape

Chengkai had long since sensed Chiyanzi's intention. At first, he had thought the same as Chiyanzi, but the Demon Soldiers were too difficult to deal with, and he could not break free for a moment. Seeing that Chiyanzi was about to succeed, Chengkai discovered that the demon beast had long been on guard.

Fortunately, Sangmu was relatively close to him. Although the two had only just met, they had both lived lives of licking blood from the edge of a blade, and there was an inexplicable tacit understanding between them; a single glance was enough to know what the other was thinking.

With a few flashes of movement, Sangmu blocked the path in front of Chengkai, allowing Chengkai to break free. Just as the leopard tail swept toward Chiyanzi, Chengkai twisted the Jinglei Staff in his hand, turning it into a three-section staff, and wrapped it around the leopard tail.

Chengkai was strong; he not only blocked the sweeping tail but also dragged the rat-headed, leopard-tailed demon beast back several inches, leaving deep claw marks on the ground.

Yet even so, Feilian still lay steadily on the demon beast's back, as if glued to it.

But in the end, it was only Chengkai who had seized the initiative. The demon beast regained its focus, exerted force with its tail, and flung him away.

Fortunately, Chengkai's martial arts were solid, and he landed steadily on the ground. Chiyanzi was also able to escape the danger, but in the moment of distraction, the two were surrounded by Demon Soldiers again.

The substantive problem remained unresolved. They could not have everyone exhausted by this group of Demon Soldiers; how long would this fight have to go on?

Unless they used ruthless force...

But if they used their full strength now, what would happen on the road ahead?

"We can't keep dragging this out!" Sangmu repelled a Demon Soldier and leaned against Chiyanzi's side. "If we drag this out too long and alert the capital, I fear no one will be able to leave."

This was exactly what Chiyanzi was worried about, but he had no other plan at the moment.

"In your opinion, what should be done?"

Sangmu swept away two entangling Demon Soldiers and pressed against Chiyanzi's back again: "Can the concealment method the Daoist just used be applied to others?"

No sooner had he spoken than those two Demon Soldiers slashed over again. Chiyanzi flicked his horsetail whisk to bind the two, then threw them away before finding a gap to reply: "Two people at most."

"That will be enough." Sangmu nodded, then looked at Xin Yi not far away.

Wumin Jun had always kept Sangmu by his side and trusted him deeply, never avoiding him in many matters, so Sangmu was relatively well-informed about Xin Yi; he was even clearer about what abilities Xin Yi possessed.

While fighting the enemy, Sangmu moved toward Xin Yi. Once he was close, he repeated the same maneuver and pressed against Xin Yi's back.

Xin Yi did not actually trust this person he had heard of since childhood. After all, he had followed the Demon Race for many years, and the Demon Race was his irreconcilable enemy.

Therefore, after Sangmu proposed the plan to split into three groups, Xin Yi felt hesitant.

After all, in the Demon Realm where strong enemies were everywhere, scattering their combat power was no different from seeking their own deaths, but it had to be said that this was indeed the best way to escape for now.

Furthermore, who would be left behind to contain Feilian?

"Naturally, I will stay behind." Sangmu kicked away a Demon Soldier and said, "I have worked with Feilian for a long time and know his temperament and abilities like the back of my hand. It is most appropriate for me to stay and contain him."

Even so, this was still too risky.

Xin Yi was still hesitating, but Sangmu urged him urgently: "Act quickly! Otherwise, there will be no time left!"

Seeing that Sangmu had made up his mind, Xin Yi could not say anything more. He dodged an attacking Demon Soldier and began to form hand seals.

Suddenly, flying sand and rolling stones caught everyone present off guard. Feilian nearly fell from his mount, and those Demon Soldiers were also swaying, covering their faces with their sleeves to resist the swirling dust.

Long Qi was covering his face while wondering where the flying dust came from, when he was suddenly grabbed by someone and dragged along at a run, causing him to nearly trip to the ground. After finally steadying his steps, he could not see a single person, only seeing the clothes on his chest pulled into a wrinkle.

At this moment, someone beside him suddenly spoke:

"This is the path, keep going straight!"

It was Adao's voice, but Long Qi looked around and did not see Adao's figure.

It's over, it's over! I've seen a ghost!

And it's no lie; after all, they were in the Underworld, so it might really be ghosts causing trouble.

Long Qi's eyes rolled, his heart filled with trepidation, and he dared not even breathe—although he was considered to have entered the Daoist Sect, he had never learned how to drive away ghosts! Now that he had been grabbed by a ghost, how was he supposed to escape?

He wasn't Lingxiang, who understood so many twists and turns!

"Every debt has a debtor, every wrong has a perpetrator. Your deaths have nothing to do with me; please don't vent your resentment in the wrong place."

Long Qi held his breath for a long time before spitting out these words, which nearly made Adao, who was in his sleeve, laugh out loud. He was suddenly overcome with a playful mood and, lowering his voice, began to mimic a ghostly wail.

"Return my life... return my life..."

Long Qi gave a start, his already flamboyant braids standing straight up in an instant. Yet, feeling that it was shameful to be scared by a ghost, he stiffened his neck and shouted forcefully: "I am a disciple of the Yuanqing Sect of Jiuque Mountain. Although my cultivation is shallow, I have entered the Dao for several years. You... if you leave now, I will spare your ghost life; if not, then... then don't blame me for being impolite!"

At this outburst, Adao could no longer hold it in. He slid out of Long Qi's sleeve, landed on the ground, took human form, and rolled on the floor clutching his stomach in laughter. It was also at this moment that Chiyanzi released his invisibility technique, looking at Long Qi with an expressionless face, though he could not hide the disdain in his eyes.

Seeing that it was these two, Long Qi's face turned red with embarrassment. He shook off Chiyanzi, who was still pulling his lapel, looking utterly exasperated.

"A fine little old man you are, actually playing tricks on me at a time like this!" Long Qi said, while also glaring fiercely at Adao, who was still laughing non-stop.

Long Qi naturally understood that Chiyanzi would not act this way without reason, but it had been too embarrassing just now; to avoid further humiliation, he had to take the initiative.

Chiyanzi just shook his head helplessly, ignoring Long Qi's complaints and treating it as giving him a way out, as he began to explain Sangmu's plan on his own.

"So that's how it is..." Long Qi pondered for a long time. "But Wuyang..."

Only Adao, Zhanli, and Sangmu knew the way to the Demon Race capital.

Adao was easy to manage; being right before his eyes, he could at least be looked after. Since Sangmu had to stay behind to contain Feilian, only Zhanli would be following Zhao Wuyang.

But Zhanli looked like nothing more than a half-grown child. Even with Xin Yi and the others watching, it was still somewhat worrying.

Chiyanzi understood the worry in Long Qi's heart, but the situation at the time had been truly chaotic. He had only managed to grab Long Qi; how could he have worried about the others? Moreover, with his ability, he could only take one person away, and it was merely a coincidence that Adao was here.

Looking in the direction they had come from, Chiyanzi's face was filled with worry.

The reason they had left so hurriedly just now was because he had sensed two unusual auras approaching...

For those young people, wanting to escape would likely not be so easy...