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"Boss." Spirit Fire flickered out, transforming into a white dog that carried Wang Yi on its back, descending towards the mountains below.
"Spirit Fire?" Black-Clad Leader stared at the appearing spirit, momentarily stunned, then a look of joy spread across his face as he said, "I didn't expect to encounter such a treasure. It seems the master has treated me well." With that, he soared into the air.
In the vast Deep Forest.
"Spirit, Jiuyang, you two hurry and leave." Wang Yi spat out a mouthful of blood and urged anxiously.
"No, Boss, I won't leave." Fire Spirit replied.
"Brother, the bad guys are coming." Jiuyang transformed into a mass of Golden Flame, standing in front of Wang Yi.
"Nine Suns Blazing Fire?" Black-Clad Leader looked at Golden Flame, a mad smile spreading across his face as he said, "Good, good. It was indeed worth my trip here. I didn't expect to see the legendary Nine Suns Blazing Fire."
"Hurry and go." At this moment, Wang Yi's internal Primordial Energy had been nearly exhausted, his breath was extremely weak, and he had lost all power to resist.
"Woof Woof Woof." The spirit howled wildly and charged at Black-Clad Leader.
However, Black-Clad Leader merely waved his sleeve lightly, and the spirit was sent flying with a thud, collapsing to the ground.
"Brother." Nine Suns Blazing Fire emitted a scorching Golden Flame, transforming into a golden Fire Sea, rushing towards Black-Clad Leader.
"Submit to me!" Black-Clad Leader struck down Nine Suns Blazing Fire with a single palm, coldly stating.
"Child, surrender your body to me," Fire Spirit said in a deep voice.
"Alright," Wang Yi gritted his teeth and replied.
"Buzz."
A powerful wave of energy radiated from Wang Yi, sweeping across the surroundings like an endless giant wave.
"What?" The Black-Clad Leader's expression changed slightly as he was horrified to discover that Wang Yi possessed power comparable to his own. It was truly astonishing. He exclaimed, "How do you have such strength? No, this isn't your power?" After speaking, he shook his head and said, "You are not Wang Yi; who exactly are you?"
"You don't need to know that much," an aged voice emerged from Wang Yi's mouth. Then, with a wave of his large sleeve, a tremendous force surged from his body, causing the air to resonate loudly and shatter.
The terrifying energy ripples turned everything within a radius of three hundred feet into dust, and the ground was violently torn away to a depth of about ten feet, revealing yellowish soil beneath.
"Transcendent Realm, early stage," the Black-Clad Leader said, his pupils constricting as he looked at Wang Yi in shock.
"That's right. This is the first time I am using my true strength. Those who recognize it should quickly retreat; otherwise, this place will be your grave," the Fire Spirit said calmly.
"Hmph, if your physical body were still intact, I would still be wary of you. But now you are merely a soul; wanting to kill me is far from enough," the Black-Clad Leader replied flatly, though a serious expression appeared on his face. After all, at this moment, Wang Yi possessed power comparable to his own.
"Spirit, Jiuyang, quickly return to the body," the Fire Spirit commanded.
Upon hearing this, the spirit and Jiuyang immediately merged into Wang Yi's body.
"Hmph, even if I kill you, I can still obtain them," the Black-Clad Leader said coldly.
"Buzz."
A clear sound of a sword ringing echoed as the Sword of Slaughter trembled slightly. The sword's body was bright red, as if blood were flowing through it. Waves of overwhelming blood energy slowly overflowed, making one feel nauseous.
"Killing you is enough," the Fire Spirit said softly.
"Rumbling!"
At that moment, the spirit once again merged with Wang Yi's body. The terrifying power swept across the entire ground like a vast ocean, surging with waves and exuding an intimidating presence.
"Hu."
The power of the early-stage Transcendent Realm experts is truly terrifying. The Fire Spirit merely waved a hand lightly, unleashing an energy storm that rose three hundred feet high, akin to a frightening hurricane. The Black-Clad Leader narrowed his eyes involuntarily, a fleeting look of apprehension crossing his face. In that instant, his expression gradually became serious.
At this moment, the Black-Clad Leader and the Fire Spirit locked eyes from a distance, neither showing any signs of attack. Both gathered their momentum, not daring to relax for even a moment.
"Die!"
The Fire Spirit's power finally reached its peak at this moment. The Sword of Slaughter in his hand emitted a clear sound of sword ringing, and then he casually swung the sword.
"Crack!"
The air split like lightning striking down, directly cleaved in two by the Sword of Slaughter. A ten-foot-long Slaughtering Sword Qi surged forth, striking towards the Black-Clad Leader like lightning.
This sword had returned to its primal form, devoid of any energy storm, but the energy contained within it was enough to annihilate any Transcendent Realm expert, even those as strong as Gaze of the Abyss.
"Primordial power." The Black-Clad Leader's pupils constricted rapidly, and then he saw a flash of blood appear before him. Soon after, his consciousness began to fade away, transforming into a mist of blood with a single sound.
"Seven Elders."
At this moment, several remaining black-clad figures rushed over.
"Run!" One black-clad figure looked at Wang Yi, sensing the unmatched power emanating from him, and urged urgently.
"Everyone stay!" The Fire Spirit said calmly, lightly swinging his sword. Immediately, a beam of sword light sliced through the air, and dozens of black-clad figures perished before they could even let out a scream.
"Hu." At this point, the Fire Spirit's aura had weakened to its limit as he struggled to control Wang Yi's body, swiftly flying through the Deep Forest.
However, before Wang Yi could fly a hundred feet, he suddenly collapsed onto the ground with a thud.
"Old man," Lingji called out.
"The old man has consumed too much of his soul; it seems I need to sleep for a while," Fire Spirit said, and then fell silent.
Time slowly passed.
"Father, is there someone ahead?" At that moment, a startled voice came from the dense forest ahead.
"Hurry, let's go take a look!" Another commanding voice followed.
"Brother, what should we do?" Jiuyang sounded like a helpless child, his voice filled with despair.
"If they dare to harm the boss, we will kill them," Ling said in a deep voice.
Jiuyang was startled but suddenly remembered those who wanted to kill him, and he became furious.
At that moment, a group of ten people approached Wang Yi. The leader was a Yellow-Clad Giant, robust in stature, with piercing eyes and thick eyebrows, exuding immense power. Beside him stood a young man in his twenties, tall and handsome; he was the one who discovered Wang Yi.
The young man glanced at Wang Yi, who was pale as paper, and said, "Father, he’s not dead yet?"
"But he's almost dead," the Yellow-Clad Man said as he gazed at Wang Yi with a frown. "Chen San, have two brothers bring a stretcher."
"Yes, Chief."
Before the words were fully spoken, two men stepped out and quickly brought back a wooden stretcher to carry Wang Yi on it.
"Let's go," the Yellow-Clad Man waved his hand...
It was unclear how much time had passed until Wang Yi struggled to open his eyes and found himself lying on a bed.
"Boss, you're finally awake," Ling said excitedly.
"Boss, that's great!" Jiuyang was also extremely thrilled.
"Where is this?" Wang Yi looked around and saw that the room was neatly arranged but completely empty.
"A father and son saved you," Fire Spirit said.
"Fire Spirit? Where is Fire Spirit?" Wang Yi's expression suddenly changed drastically as he asked tremulously.
"The old man consumed too much Soul Power to save you and has fallen into a deep sleep," Fire Spirit replied.
"Ah!" Wang Yi roared, his eyes suddenly turning blood red, bursting forth with a killing intent so intense it felt tangible. The murderous aura radiated violently, turning everything in the room to ashes. He knew that if it weren't for Fire Spirit saving him multiple times, he would have been dead long ago. Now that Fire Spirit had fallen into a deep sleep to save him, how could he not be furious? He had already resolved to find the true culprit and kill them!
"Rumbling!"
The house trembled as if it were about to collapse.
"What happened?" Suddenly, a loud shout came from outside the house.
"Father, it's in that person's room."
As the voice fell, with a creak, two figures appeared before Wang Yi.
"I'm sorry, I almost lost control of my Primordial Energy while practicing. Please forgive me," Wang Yi said as he got out of bed and cupped his hands in greeting.
"I see," the Yellow-Clad Man glanced around, his expression unchanged, but he was secretly astonished to discover that he had saved such a powerful martial artist.
"My name is Wang Yi. Thank you both for saving my life. May I ask for your names?" Wang Yi bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, I am Long Cheng, and this is my son, Dragon General," said the Yellow-Clad Man.
"May I ask where this place is?" Wang Yi asked calmly. Long Cheng, Initial Stage of Insight, Dragon General, Half-Step into the Void, possessed considerable strength.
"This is Shiyan City," Long Cheng replied with a puzzled glance at Wang Yi, smiling.
"This is Zhongzhou?" Wang Yi exclaimed in surprise.
"Exactly," Dragon General nodded and said, "From your accent, Brother Wang, you must not be from Zhongzhou."
"I come from Eastern Lin," Wang Yi replied with a nod.
"Oh, I see," Long Cheng acknowledged.
"Brother Wang has just awakened; why not rest here for a few days before making further plans? What do you think?" Long Cheng suggested.
"I apologize for troubling your household," Wang Yi said as he checked his injuries. A bitter smile crossed his face; his internal organs were shattered, and his Dantian was severely damaged. He then cupped his hands in gratitude.
"Son, instruct the servants to prepare a banquet to properly host Brother Wang," Long Cheng instructed Dragon General.
"Yes, Father," Dragon General replied.
Soon after, Long Cheng and his son departed.
"Boss, how are your injuries?" Ling asked with concern.
"It will probably take at least half a year to recover," Wang Yi replied with a bitter smile. Although he had the Mysterious Pearl to help restore his damaged Dantian, it would require time. Given the severity of his injuries, surviving was akin to having been given a second chance at life.
An hour later, Dragon General invited Wang Yi to the banquet.
The three of them had a lively discussion.
Wang Yi also learned from Longcheng Father and Son that Shiyan City is located on the edge of Zhongzhou, where there are two major forces: the Howling Gang from Longcheng and the Blood Flame Sect. These two forces have been vying for control of Shiyan City for many years, each trying to drive the other out, but neither side has been able to gain a decisive advantage, resulting in a stalemate.
However, this did not hinder his recovery from injuries.
In the blink of an eye, six months had passed, and Wang Yi's injuries had completely healed. Moreover, his realm had advanced from the first level of Gaze of the Abyss to the second level.
At the dining table.
"Hmph, father, this must be the work of the Blood Flame Sect," Dragon General snorted coldly, his eyes flickering with anger.
"How could I not know?" Longcheng sighed deeply and said, "But we have no evidence to prove that the Blood Flame Sect stole our things. We are at a loss!"
"Infuriating," Dragon General said.
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