Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 222 - 81: True Energy Realm (2)

"My lord."

Hundred Households Commander Sun cupped his hands:

"We have captured thirty-one people, including three at the Second Blood level and six at the First Blood level. As for Three-Blood experts... we haven't encountered any." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Hmm."

Lord Ming sat on horseback, his eyes gloomy as he nodded:

"Proceed to the next location."

"Yes!"

The Hundred Households Commander responded affirmatively.

In the crowd, Li San rubbed his sore thighs, struggled to stand, and whispered:

"What's wrong with Lord Thousand Households these days, conducting a city-wide search for White Lotus Sect demons like a madman? We haven't had a moment's rest since early morning."

"When will you change your habits?" Wu Hai frowned:

"Stop talking so much!"

"Let's move." Fang Zheng waved his hand:

"The higher-ups are demanding results, and there's nothing Lord Thousand Households can do."

"Yes."

They both agreed.

......

"Whoa!"

Households Commander Ming gently pulled the reins, halting the momentum forward, squinted at the front, and then pointed ahead with the reins in hand:

"It's still two sticks of incense's time."

"Go!"

"Yes!"

The crowd responded in unison.

After this period of fighting, even though they were a temporary team composed of nurses and independent martial artists, they had somewhat adapted to the battlefield.

After all,

those who didn't adapt had long lost their lives.

Fang Zheng checked his belongings and was about to step forward when his ears lightly quivered.

"Be careful!"

A light and airy voice reached his ears.

It was Chen Jiuniang from the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion!

His eyebrows slightly raised, and he instinctively turned his head to look back, only to see Households Commander Ming sitting on horseback, gazing into the distance, surrounded by soldiers.

Looking around, no one else showed any unusual behavior.

And there was no sign of Chen Jiuniang.

Could this be...

Secret Transmission?

Fang Zheng retracted his gaze and looked ahead.

Ahead was a low-lying freight yard covering a vast area, where dozens of merchants used to store their goods, with still some space left.

It was said.

This used to be a residential area in North City, but a heavy rain years ago caused the ground to sink, and rainwater would accumulate here.

Gradually, the residents moved elsewhere, leaving only higher ground for merchants to set up warehouses.

The recent turmoil left the freight yard in disarray, with uneven terrain and muddy grounds, making it easy to hide and evade the siege of officers.

As far as the eye could see.

Man-high horse-blockades surrounded the freight yard, and inside it was deathly silent.

Based on past experience, there should be a group of White Lotus Sect followers hiding inside, but they should be defenseless against the siege.

"Be cautious."

Fang Zheng squinted and signaled to Wu Hai and the others:

"Walk slower."

They were already walking very slowly, but any slower would have been too conspicuous. However, to be safe, caution was still advised.

The team entered the freight yard, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

The area was too vast, and without dispersing, they would never find their targets.

"Poof!"

"Watch out!"

"There's an archer!"

"Flank from the side!"

As they ventured deeper, small-scale skirmishes began to erupt, with White Lotus Sect followers empowered by Divine Strike occasionally bursting out.

But with everyone's cooperation, they all met their deaths on the spot.

They were becoming more experienced in dealing with Divine Strike.

"Bang!"

In the middle of the crowd, a haystack suddenly exploded, and a figure burst out, wielding two crescent moon-shaped giant blades, slashing wildly around.

"Poof!"

"Poof, poof!"

The sharp blades sliced through flesh, blood splattering everywhere, and several people who couldn't dodge were killed on the spot, including two martial artists.

"An expert!"

"Everyone, together!"

The crowd shouted, and several people charged forward together.

"Clang, clang..."

The sound of collisions rang continuously, sparks flying, and the crowd's expressions changed along with it.

"It's a Three-Blood expert!"

"Be careful!"

A Three-Blood martial artist is an expert no matter where they are placed, but fortunately, through this period of slaughter, those who survived had acquired many good things.

Some

even managed to get full armor.

Even if others didn't have full armor, they could obtain one or two pieces of armor to protect vital areas.

Thus, even facing a Three-Blood expert, they could put up a fight, and with the help of companions, there was even a chance to counterattack.

The ambush wasn't limited to one place.

The number of hidden enemies in the freight yard was unexpectedly high, launching surprise attacks from various hidden spots, and the slaughter became suddenly violent.

The sounds of fighting.

Gradually spread throughout the freight yard.

On the other side.

Fang Zheng and his two companions also encountered an Evil Demon, the person with long hair loose, holding a black staff, each strike containing giant power.

The staff's shadow loomed, raising clouds of dust.

Wu Hai and Li San charged in to engage in close combat.

"Ape Stick?"

Fang Zheng stood with hands behind his back at the rear, saying:

"This staff technique is agile, powerful, and full of wildness, but it's weak in close combat. The stick in this person's hand is eight feet long, with a weakness within three feet."

"Don't be hasty in attacking; it's a feint to lure enemies in."

His eyes showed a slight movement as he said:

"This person likely has hidden weapon skills."

"It's Flying Needle!"

He seemed to foreknow, taking in the actions of all three, and as soon as he spoke, the staff-wielding demon flicked out a flying needle with his finger.

"Ding..."

The flying needle struck Li San, bounced off by his protective soft armor. Although he was prepared, the sharp force still made him grunt and stagger back.

Wu Hai charged up at the right time, his blade gleaming, forcing the opponent into a hurried dodge.

Thanks to Fang Zheng's guidance, every move he made went straight for the opponent's vital points, effectively countering the staff technique, and steadily gaining the upper hand.

"Argh!"

The staff-wielding demon roared angrily at the sky, flicking several flying needles at Fang Zheng with his fingers:

"Shut up!"

"Left rib." Fang Zheng tilted his head, dodging the flying needles, and calmly said:

"Try to capture him alive. Lord Thousand Households needs enough living martial artists. If they're dead... it takes three to be worth one."

"Hmph!"

Someone behind gave a light snort:

"Such arrogance, do you really think you have us all figured out?"