Chapter 908: Looking Forward

Wei Yuan stumbled, involuntarily charging forward dozens of zhang, crushing and trampling countless Flame Demons to death. He swept his spiritual sense behind him; there were countless Flame Demons, and he had no idea who had ambushed him.

Wei Yuan moved slightly, and many wounds suddenly split open on his body. He forced himself to hold his breath to seal the wounds again. Even with Wei Yuan's formidable Dharma body, he had reached his limit. His defensive power began to drop, and while the wounds on his body increased, his recovery became slower and slower.

At this moment, a sudden wave of weakness washed over him, almost causing Wei Yuan's vision to go black. Wei Yuan grabbed a Flame Demon at random, and immediately, a sharp pain shot through his arm; the Flame Demon had bitten down on it.

Wei Yuan didn't care about the sharp pain in his arm at all; he thrust his long spear directly into the Flame Demon, creating a large hole, and blood sprayed out like a fountain! Wei Yuan opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing all the blood into his belly.

The Flame Demon's blood was bitter and spicy, like drinking muddy soup mixed with sulfur, and it was highly toxic. Wei Yuan's abdomen churned for a moment, having forcibly digested a small amount of the Flame Demon's blood, which gave his spirit a boost. He then spat out a cloud of black mist; the few Flame Demons hit by the black mist collapsed on the spot.

This black mist was the digested Flame Demon blood, extremely toxic, equivalent to purified blood poison, which even the Flame Demons themselves could not withstand.

Just like this, Wei Yuan relied on the Flame Demon's flesh and blood to sustain himself, constantly pulling his bottomed-out physical strength and Dao power back up a little, then fighting until he was exhausted again.

Wei Yuan had no idea how long he had been fighting; his left hand had even been severed and eaten, only to slowly grow back. The only thing he could clearly remember was that there were already seven souls of Master Yu Jing Flame Demons under his spear.

As the Flame Demon poison accumulated, coupled with the exhaustion of his physical strength, Wei Yuan's vision gradually blurred. Seeing another burly Flame Demon appear, he instinctively thrust his spear forward.

But somehow, the long spear fell into the opponent's hand, and a familiar voice rang out: "Wake up, the battle is over."

After a few breaths, Wei Yuan finally reacted—the battle was over?

He caught his breath, and a bit of Dao power was born again in his withered body. Only then did he see that it was Master Master Ronglong standing before him. Looking around, the ground was covered with the corpses of Flame Demons. In the distance, a massive sea of Flame Demons was retreating like a tide toward the direction of the Heavenly Pillar.

"It's over just like that?" Wei Yuan looked at the retreating sea of Flame Demons, feeling a bit dazed for a moment.

"It's over." Master Master Ronglong took off his battle robe, draped it over Wei Yuan, wrapping his Dharma body, and then said: "Let's return to the city."

Wrapped in the battle robe, Wei Yuan immediately regained consciousness, feeling his vitality and spiritual power rising rapidly; it was clearly an immortal treasure. But more importantly, it could isolate the myriad realms, and even a Heavenly Shaman could not see through it. With the battle robe on, no one would be able to see Wei Yuan's true body again.

Master Master Ronglong pointed in the direction behind Wei Yuan and said: "Everyone is waiting for you."

Wei Yuan looked back and discovered that the battle at Fengmang had ended. Force Shamans stood on the city walls, and two Desolate Shamans were still standing in the air, all looking this way.

Master Master Ronglong reached out and pointed; a path of light appeared out of thin air, stretching from Wei Yuan's feet all the way to the city tower of Fengmang Fortress. Wei Yuan looked at Master Master Ronglong again, and Master Master Ronglong tilted his body slightly, signaling Wei Yuan to go first.

Wei Yuan hesitated for a moment before taking a step. As he lifted his foot, the path of light automatically shortened, and after a few steps, Wei Yuan crossed a thousand miles and returned to the city wall of Fengmang Fortress.

The surviving Force Shamans all stood on both sides of the path of light. Among them were some wearing steel armor, Wei Yuan's original subordinates, but now there were barely a hundred left.

Seeing Wei Yuan arrive, all the Force Shamans placed their hands over their hearts, took a step back, and then knelt on one knee in perfect unison. The two Desolate Shamans in the air also bowed in salute, and the Qi luck suddenly came rushing in like a tidal wave.

"This, this is..." Wei Yuan was suddenly at a loss. ===== CHAPTER 909 =====