Netherworld Retrograde

Chapter 747: Chapter 350 Sacrifice_2

“How many years have passed, and It still refuses to give up…” the old man murmured, “What exactly does It want?”

…

The battle in the severed mountain range had not yet concluded.

A shadowy figure zipped through the mountains at an incredibly fast pace, daring not to pause for even a moment.

Behind, another figure relentlessly bombarded him from the sky with heavy assaults and slicing air streams.

Even if he luckily dodged the high-altitude attacks, he still had to face a hidden Assassin Master.

It was this Assassin Master’s pursuit that resulted in his constant discovery—no matter how he cloaked his presence or hid in dim corners, he would quickly be found and bombarded.

It wasn’t until he spotted a human team that Ye Han’s eyes lit up, and the Divine Demon Stele in the Soul Well vibrated wildly with curse enhancement!

He pointed behind him and yelled, “Save me, they’re Chaos believers!”

In that instant, the curse on Little Mad King, who was chasing him, was significantly amplified.

The curse of doubt immediately ramped up to its peak, which infuriated the Sixth-Sense Spiritual Ability User within the human team. Upon realizing a Chaos believer was hunting a human powerhouse, he unleashed his full power with Wanxiang Path, Mimicry·Corrosive Dragon Breath!

A gigantic dragon’s head materialized, spewing a terrifying breath that turned the entire forest and the Extraordinary Creatures within it into decayed corpses, and even forced the Little Mad King to draw back.

Little Mad King’s eyes were cold; his arm touched by the Corrosive Dragon Breath became a blur of gore. He again executed his ability, Flowing Illusion Shadow Strike, with eighteen phantoms stepping out simultaneously—from nineteen directions he launched another attack on Ye Han.

“You really underestimate me!” The second Sixth-sense Expert in the team sneered coldly, his eyes flickering as he precisely tracked the movements of the phantoms. In the next moment, his gaze swept across, like an invisible blade cutting through the air, cleaving the decayed trees and all eighteen phantoms in turn, forcing Little Mad King to retreat again.

But those two delays allowed Ye Han to create a vast distance between them.

“I will get you eventually!” Ye Han bellowed with rage as he dashed into an area with strange terrain formed by towering pillars, his presence immediately vanishing.

This was Ye Han’s Strong Luck and inspiration; he could sense where the best escape route would be.

Using the human team and Little Mad King’s curse, he successfully evaded pursuit and entered into a more dangerous Immortal Palace area.

Meanwhile, Little Mad King’s gaze darkened, and he withdrew swiftly without further entanglement with the Sixth-sense Experts.

The two Sixth-sense Experts roared and immediately gave chase, with one from the Wanxiang activating Mythical Mimic, transforming into a massive, terrifying Fierce Beast with a human face, tiger body, and nine tails.

But they were obstructed by a solid wall of air.

The two Sixth-sense Experts frowned only to see Doll landing beside Little Mad King, the words on its signboard emerging.

[Are you okay?(:′⌒`)]

“I’m fine, but he got away,” Little Mad King took out a bandage and wrapped his bloodied and blurry arm.

…

On the other hand, after the Snow Mountain Blind Hero broke through the encirclement, he hurriedly retreated with three companions, only to be ambushed twice along the way.

Their team was scattered, and a redhead woman, seriously injured by a Spiritual Ability User, accidentally fell off a cliff.

It was a long while before the woman at the base of the cliff struggled to open her eyes.

Looking at her wounds, she let out a deep, bitter laugh.

Her arm was dislocated, both legs were broken, her abdomen had been struck by an axe, and even her intestines were spilling out. Pain was attacking her from all over her body.

After all, falling from such a height, these injuries were a testament to her robust constitution.

So much for trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice…

The redhead woman smirked. Previously, it was because she recognized the Mo Family disciple’s Secret Treasure and informed Ye Han, which led to all these problems.

It really was poetic justice.

She struggled to move her body and hid herself in the forest. Then, enduring the pain, she set her arm right, drank a potion, and removed a ring from her hand, tossing it aside. The ring transformed into a circle, enveloping her within it.

This was a Mo Family Secret Treasure, the Protection Ring; when activated, it creates a safe zone for the user.

If there were no attacks, it would return to normal after half an hour and needed to be activated again.

This is an extremely rare secret treasure, only attainable by the core members of the Mo Family.

Now, she could only rely on this for support.

She was gravely injured and if some extraordinary creature discovered her in her weakened state, it would be terrible. It would be best if she were found by humans.

As for what those who discovered her would do, that was up to fate.

Even if she were found by the Mo Family, she could pin the blame on Ye Han to save her life.

As long as they didn’t kill her, anything was acceptable…

If they coveted her body as it was now, she wouldn’t mind.

As a Scavenger, she never had much sense of chastity, and even found some pleasure in it, which is why she had become intimately involved with Ye Han. She liked both men and women. And Ye Han’s character had greatly satisfied her…

“Ye Han, oh Ye Han, we’ve messed up this time. I hope you can eradicate all those people. Otherwise, your reputation will be ruined,” she thought to herself. She then activated the Protection Ring once more before falling into unconsciousness.

In a daze, she heard someone whispering.

“Fell down?”

“Her guts are hanging out, that’s really gruesome.”

“She’s still alive!”

Then, she felt someone stitching up the wound in her abdomen.

Someone… Someone had found her and saved her? Joy flashed through the heart of the red-haired woman.

She felt herself being carried and moved through the mountain forest.

This made her increasingly happy, but her injuries were too severe, her consciousness too muddled, to speak.

It wasn’t until she felt herself laid down, lying flat on a wooden board, that she regained some strength. She struggled to open her eyes, looking at a girl with delicate features, dressed in a black robe.

“Thank you…” the red-haired woman managed to speak, not noticing the bloodstains on the ground nor the Corpse Pile placed in the distance.

The girl in the black robe seemed surprised. She looked down at the red-haired woman, a strange smile on her face, “You’re welcome…”

The next moment, an axe fell!

The red-haired girl instinctively sensed the danger but was unable to react at that moment.

Thus, as her head hit the ground, her face still bore a grateful smile.

Someone grabbed her red hair, lifting her head and commented, “Not bad at all, a Five Senses Spiritual Ability User, a fine offering!”

“You Blood God Faction folks are too wasteful, she was quite attractive and her body suitable for bearing children. You should’ve let us cultivate something good,” someone sighed, looking at the red-haired woman’s curvaceous figure.

“With the Immortal Palace open for just this short time, what could you possibly cultivate?”

“It would’ve been nice for passing the time.”

“Enough. This person was Ye Han’s companion. Keep her face, it might be useful,” the girl in the black robe spoke, revealing herself to be the Demon General Bai Ya.

Looking at the Corpse Pile, she said with indifference, “These offerings should suffice. Whatever the Ranger is planning, they won’t succeed.”

In the past few days, the two factions of the Church had been attacking the human teams. Naturally, a considerable number of believers had been eliminated by the human teams.

But they still managed to acquire enough offerings.

And this was their trump card against the Wilderness Ranger.

The latest news was that there seemed to be a Divine Chosen amongst the Wilderness Rangers.

But Bai Ya was still undaunted; there were differences even among the Divine Chosen. Could the chosen of the Fifth God possibly compare to Lord Di Yun, the Dual-God Chosen?

At this moment, an elite of the Church approached Bai Ya with a bracelet, “Demon General, this is the Secret Treasure of that person. It seems to be the Mo Family’s Protection Ring.”

“The Mo Family’s?” Bai Ya took the bracelet, a smile appearing on her usually impassive face, “No, now, it belongs to Lord Di Yun!”