A flash of light appeared, and Zhang Yuhe appeared at another teleportation platform.
With a backhand strike, he shattered the teleportation platform and then swiftly transformed into a streak of light, flying away into the distance.
Wu Tian stood above the valley.
He watched helplessly as the light flashed and Zhang Yuhe disappeared from the teleportation platform.
He immediately went to the teleportation platform, made a hand seal, and tried to activate the teleportation array to catch up.
However, after fiddling with it for a while, the teleportation platform still didn't move at all.
Wu Tian knew.
It must be that the teleportation platform on the other side has been destroyed by Zhang Yuhe.
There is no corresponding teleportation destination.
The teleportation platform in front of us is just for show.
Thinking of this, an unnamed fire rose in Wu Tian's heart.
He swung his hand and smashed the teleportation platform to pieces.
Before long, the other demon race Mahayana cultivators arrived one after another.
"Where is the First Demon God Guardian, the Dao Saint Sect Mahayana cultivator?"
"They ran away."
Wu Tian replied with a frustrated expression.
"How is that possible? That person was only in the early stage of Mahayana cultivation, how could he have escaped from your hands?"
"He set up a temporary teleportation array here beforehand, but now it's long gone."
Hearing Wu Tian's words, the others were also extremely frustrated.
Everyone felt a surge of anger, but had nowhere to vent it.
The people have all been teleported away, and they can't catch up even if they want to.
The group chased after him with all their might, hoping to eliminate Zhang Yuhe once and for all.
It was like punching cotton.
This feeling is indescribably unpleasant.
Of course, more importantly, they even lost a Demon God Guard.
I initially thought it would be a one-sided victory, but now it seems that's not the case.
Although on the surface they still hold the advantage.
However, there is still a long way to go before this advantage can be turned into a winning position.
After a while, a streak of light flew in from a distance.
Demon Moon Heaven revealed his form.
The crowd shouted in unison.
"Greetings, Palace Master."
Mo Yuetian's face was gloomy. He swept his cold gaze across the crowd and then asked seriously.
"Yin Gaoyuan is dead?"
The First Demon God Guard opened his mouth, then stammered a reply.
"Yes, Palace Master."
How embarrassing!
Wu Tian felt it was really hard to say.
Despite outnumbering the enemy, they ended up losing one of their own.
Mo Yuetian then asked.
"They escaped?"
Everyone fell silent; no one dared to speak.
They lost a Mahayana practitioner on their side, and in the end, they couldn't even catch the enemy's tail.
Keep in mind that there were thirteen Mahayana practitioners among them.
Even if the others are a little further away.
However, at least five people were able to come and provide support from nearby.
Among them was the First Demon God Guard, Wu Tian, a late-stage Mahayana cultivator.
Despite this, the other side still managed to kill one person and then escaped unscathed.
This was tantamount to tearing off everyone's faces and rubbing them on the ground.
Mo Yuetian naturally knew the outcome long ago; he just had nowhere to vent his anger.
The only thing I can do is vent my anger on the Twelve Demon Guards.
No, there should only be eleven Demon God Guards left now.
Because Yin Gaoyuan had already been killed by Zhang Yuhe.
"Let's go take a look."
With a flick of his sleeve, Mo Yuetian transformed into a streak of light and flew away into the distance.
Soon, the group arrived at the battlefield.
The scene was a complete mess.
There was a huge pit on the ground, spanning dozens of miles in circumference and bottomless.
The void was riddled with cracks.
Even after quite some time had passed, the cracks had not completely healed.
The power of a Mahayana cultivator self-destructing their nascent soul is indeed quite considerable.
In addition, sword energy crisscrossed the scene, and the auras of various attributes remained extremely violent.
This was the final burst of power from Zhang Yuhe.
Silently sensing the atmosphere around me.
"Mo Yuetian said slowly."
"This person is not weak, but he is definitely not formidable either. Why was he able to kill Yin Gaoyuan in such a short time?"
Everyone remained silent.
They found it strange too.
Normally, it can take a long time for Mahayana cultivators to fight and determine a winner.
Not to mention killing the other party outright.
They could clearly see Zhang Yuhe's aura; it was undoubtedly the early stage of Mahayana cultivation.
But why was he able to kill Yin Gaoyuan in such a short time?
They won't be able to sleep peacefully until they figure this out.
After a long while, Wu Tian suddenly guessed.
"Could it be that the other party used some kind of method left behind by an immortal?"
"For example, disposable items like talismans or magic charms?"
That should be the case.
"That must be the case."
Upon hearing Wu Tian's guess, everyone nodded in agreement.
Because they couldn't think of any other reason besides this explanation.
Let alone those who are both in the early stages of Mahayana Buddhism.
Even a late-stage Mahayana cultivator would have to put in considerable effort to kill an early-stage Mahayana cultivator.
And it also depends on the other party not running away.
If the opponent chooses to escape, a late-stage Mahayana cultivator might try to kill an early-stage Mahayana cultivator.
It's also quite challenging.
"Palace Master, how should we respond now? Do we need to adjust our plans?"
Wu Tian asked Mo Yue Tian.
"No need, everything as usual. Everyone, stay on high alert. If they dare to come again, we must find a way to keep them here."
"Mo Yuetian said viciously."
One Mahayana demon was lost.
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