The woman watched coldly from the sidelines: This monster is too greedy. He wants to take all the monsters on the battlefield. Does he think no one will notice?
They proceeded cautiously, and after another half hour, they suddenly heard the sounds of fierce fighting ahead.
Feng Luo immediately chose to take a detour. She carefully made her way down the mountain, not daring to go too fast, her whole body as light and agile as a lynx.
Unfortunately, they encountered a running boy. The boy was dressed in tattered clothes, his face was covered in dust, and his hair was disheveled. He was hopping and skipping through the woods, running very fast.
Feng Luo crouched behind a bush, too afraid to move.
"This person looks familiar."
"How can you see clearly in such darkness?" the mirage demon asked, disbelieving.
The woman stopped speaking, but Feng Luo also felt a sense of familiarity, a familiarity that came from the soul.
Suddenly, Feng Luo's waist was caught by a vine rope, leaving her half-suspended in the air.
"Heh heh, another one slipped through the net." A cunning and unpleasant voice rang out.
"I was pretty lucky."
“Let’s go back and take another look. They only give us a pittance every year. There’s no one to carry on the family tradition.”
"Hmph, isn't it because your methods are too ruthless? Of the hundred you sent this time, how many will actually become Japanese soldiers?"
"Zhang Daochi, you only gave us a hundred out of more than two thousand people. I'll settle the score with you properly after this is all over!"
"Alright, let's split up. The white antelope is already a transformed demon beast, able to conceal its demonic aura, and is no different from these mortals, so we can't let any of the children in the mountains go. Take them back for a unified investigation."
The six split up, with the strange man in black, who was blocking the road, being responsible for chasing after the boy who had just escaped.
In the soul space.
The woman asked, "Old monster, do you know these people?"
The Mirage Demon's expression was solemn: "The one who captured Feng Luo is the Withered Vine Demon King, a Ghost King under the Ghost Gate Master. The one who had this fortuitous encounter must be a cultivator from either the inner or outer sect."
"What do we do now? Is there still a chance to escape?"
The mirage demon shook its head with a grim expression.
"They just said the white antelope ran away and that everyone in the mountains should be brought back to the sect for a unified search. They were talking about Lu Fei, who just advanced in rank, right? Can they find him?"
"Unless they have a demon-revealing mirror, but that's a top-grade spiritual artifact, extremely rare in the mortal realm."
"It doesn't matter, neither side is a good person anyway, let's fight, the fiercer the better."
As soon as the woman finished speaking, a dazzling white sphere of light rose into the air, like a small sun. The sphere spun continuously and then suddenly exploded! A huge mushroom cloud rose into the air. The explosion pierced through the clouds, creating a hole. The shockwave spread in all directions, destroying vegetation wherever it passed. Most of Huanling Mountain was razed to the ground.
As everything returned to calm, a white streak of light shot rapidly southeast and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Layer upon layer of charred, withered branches fell, revealing a gaunt, dark figure who murmured, "Did they escape?"
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