Ling Tian Sword God

”Dustless, you killed this Black Wind Sea Python, you should dispose of it.”

Lan Xingling didn’t lend a hand, so naturally, she wouldn’t lay claim to the Black Wind Sea Python.

Ling Chen nodded, and with the Red Sky Sword, he sliced open the snake skin and extracted the snake gallbladder.

This snake gallbladder, roughly the size of an egg, was vividly blue and green, incredibly brilliant.

After storing the gallbladder, Ling Chen’s gaze shifted forward. In his sight, the waves had calmed down, and vaguely, there seemed to be the presence of a small islet.

On that islet, several figures were visible, none other than Fang Qingwei, Ling Hai, and about a dozen others who had gathered there.

”Any discoveries?”

Ling Chen and Lan Xingling approached, asking.

”Not at the moment.”

Fang Qingwei shook her head, furrowing her brows, and then said, ”The maze here is layer upon layer, very complex. Each layer seems to be guarded by sea beasts, making it extremely difficult to delve deeper.”

”Continuing deeper, isn’t it too dangerous? If we encounter experts of the Saint Witch Religion, our number of people might not be their match.”

Someone voiced their retreating thoughts.

”Since we’ve roughly guessed that Spirit Snake Island is here, why don’t we retreat now,” someone immediately agreed.

”No way. We’ve already come, how can we stop here.”

Fang Qingwei shook her head.

However, just as Fang Qingwei finished speaking, the mist above the sea suddenly spread away to both sides, and a massive black ship emerged, stirring two towering waves.

The bow of the black giant ship boasted a gigantic evil spirit head, forged from metal, terrifyingly sinister and ferocious.

On the black giant ship were dozens of figures, each wearing black and white long robes, carrying lanterns, appearing very eerie.

At the bow stood a tall black-robed middle-aged man whose aura was eerie and exuded a deathly chill, wearing a grim black ghost mask, with eyes seemingly ablaze with raging ghostfire.

”Damn it! We’ve been discovered!”

Everyone’s first reaction was that they had been discovered, panicking inside.

Judging by their attire, could they be powerful members of the Witch Fiend Sect?

”This person is a Half-Saint Powerhouse!”

Fang Qingwei’s pretty face turned extremely solemn; unexpectedly, the patrol powerhouse they casually encountered was actually a Half-Saint.

This really spelled trouble.

”Go!”

Without a shred of hesitation, Fang Qingwei shouted at everyone, then hastily activated her Flying Puppet, turning to flee.

Others also hastily boarded the Flying Puppet, no longer bothering to confirm whether this place was Spirit Snake Island.

Since even Half-Saint powerhouses had emerged, this place was, without doubt, Spirit Snake Island to a high degree.

However, as the giant ship approached, only Ling Chen remained where he was, clearly hesitating whether to retreat now.

”Go!”

Lan Xingling, seeing Ling Chen still standing there, thought he was paralyzed with fear.

”Go!”

Ling Chen stamped his foot and flew behind Lan Xingling, even if he intended to infiltrate Spirit Snake Island, it wasn’t going to be by getting caught.

”Everyone, since you’re here, why hurry to leave.”

The masked man emitted a sinister and hoarse voice. He suddenly flew from the black giant ship with a ”swish”, and from behind him, a wide black batwing spread, boosting his speed.

In an instant, the sinister masked man closed in on the young talents’ backs, reaching out a palm, gripping through mid-air, as a bizarre wave emanated, seemingly transmitted through the void.

Crunch!

Two young talents suddenly clutched their throats, uttering ”crunching” muffled sounds, followed by a sudden crisp snap, and their heads catapulted off, spurting blood like columns.

Witnessing this scene, Ling Hai, Ling Feng, and others turned incredibly fearful; with just one move, two companions were slain effortlessly, the strength of the black-robed masked man was simply appalling.

”Damn!”

Fang Qingwei’s pretty face turned somewhat ugly; these individuals were brought by her, each a Xuzhou young elite, losing any one of them was a significant loss.

As the masked black-robed man acted, other experts aboard the Ghost Fog Ship also unfurled the mechanical batwings from their backs, leaping into flight.

”You go first, I’ll hold off the Half-Saint enemy!”

Fang Qingwei shouted to everyone, then abruptly took out an Array Disk, which she activated with True Qi. Strange beams of light shot out, forming a complex energy light array that trapped the masked black-robed man within.

”Trifling tricks, such clumsy tactics can’t block me, Ghost Fire Venerable.”

The masked black-robed man ignored the Array Formation, charging recklessly; however, as his body crashed into the beams of light, suddenly, myriad astounding runes surged forth, repelling him.

”Hmph.”

With a cold snort, Ghost Fire Venerable drew a Dark Blue Broken Blade, from which dark blue flames ominously flickered along the blade edge.

Ghost Fire Venerable used the dark blue short blade to cut through the formation, shattering and slicing the beams apart.

Clearly, this formation couldn’t hold this person for long, only buying time for others.

At this moment, other powerful members of the Witch Fiend Sect aboard the Ghost Fog Ship had already caught up with Ling Chen and others, launching a fierce attack.

Including Ling Hai and Ling Feng, about a dozen young talents were all pursued by those Witch Fiend Sect powerhouses, plunging into battle.

Ling Chen and Lan Xingling here were besieged by three black-robed people and two white-robed people.

Before the opponents could close in, Ling Chen had already struck like thunder, unleashing a move of Blazing Meteor, an exceedingly fiery sword qi, flashing violently onto a white-robed person.

Phew!

The sword gleam flashed through the void, piercing the white-robed person’s body with blistering speed, leaving a transparent hole.

Yet what shocked Ling Chen was, after the hit, no blood flowed out, and the white-robed person’s aura didn’t weaken in the slightest; they continued charging at him with unabated speed.

Simultaneously, Lan Xingling similarly struck a black-robed person with a palm, breaking the opponent’s arm, but the black-robed person merely moved the arm and astonishingly reattached it, unscathed, lunging again.

”These people can’t be hurt?”

Ling Chen and Lan Xingling both simultaneously felt a shock in their hearts.

”These people, I’m afraid they aren’t really people at all.”

Ling Chen furrowed his brows; he couldn’t feel any trace of humanity from these black-robed and white-robed individuals, instead sensing a deathly aura, yet they weren’t just corpses either, seeming to possess consciousness, somewhere between life and death, considered as living dead.

It was his first time encountering such troublesome things.