Chapter 1432: Danger Everywhere

This was indeed a perilous encounter. Wang Qiuming nearly perished at the mouth of a demonic insect. The sheer number of third-tier demonic insects here was overwhelming. Though he considered himself well-traveled and experienced, he had encountered very few of the third-tier demonic insects and beasts found in this area. This was not surprising, given that it was the Fei Xian Ruins.

Wang Qingling nodded. "I hid underground to escape the demonic bats," she explained. "If it weren't for the sensing bead reacting, I wouldn't have found you. I wonder how Eighth Sister and Cousin Haitang are doing; I hope they're safe! Let's find somewhere to heal our injuries first."

The Earth Dragon Worm's body radiated a brilliant yellow light as it burrowed into the earth.

Above a vast, black sea, a colossal azure tornado, over a hundred zhang tall, rapidly swept across the water's surface. Trailing behind it were hundreds of enormous golden eagles. Each eagle boasted a wingspan of three zhang, and their collective flight above the sea was so immense it seemed to blot out the sun.

A chorus of sharp cries pierced the air as the hundreds of golden eagles flapped their wings, unleashing massive, pale golden wind blades that flew directly towards the azure tornado.

The azure tornado was too swift; the golden wind blades missed their target, vanishing as they plunged into the dark waters below.

The black sea water turned a vivid crimson, and dozens of enormous black fish demons surfaced, their bodies ripped apart.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the azure tornado touched down on a desolate island spanning over ten li. The island featured flat terrain, two low earthen mounds, and was densely covered in a black ore.

A flash of azure light revealed Wang Huaxuan and Wang Qingjing, their expressions flustered. They had encountered a flock of demonic birds, with twenty of them being third-tier creatures – a force equivalent to twenty Core Formation cultivators.

"They just won't quit," Wang Qingjing muttered, her expression hardening. "Fine, let's just deal with them first!"

With a hardened expression, Wang Qingjing summoned her Five-Element Puppet Beasts. Each of the five beasts emitted a beam of uniquely colored light, which converged into a single, five-colored pillar of light, over ten zhang in diameter, that shot towards the golden eagles.

The five-colored light pillar struck one of the golden eagles, which immediately let out a piercing shriek as its body exploded into a shower of blood, its spirit unable to escape.

The golden eagles quickly dispersed. The third-tier eagles flapped their wings incessantly, generating powerful gusts that transformed into a barrage of golden wind blades, all aimed at Wang Qingjing and Wang Huaxuan.

A swirling, misty azure gale erupted from the ground, forming a protective barrier in front of them. The dense golden wind blades struck the azure gale, vanishing without a trace as if swallowed by the sea.

A deafening dragon's roar echoed, and an azure flood dragon lunged forward. Behind it, a vast expanse of shimmering golden light followed closely.

Seven ancient, golden lotus mirrors, identical in size and form, floated before Wang Qingjing, clearly a complete set of magic treasures.

Slender beams of golden light shot forth from the lotus mirrors, coalescing into an unbreakable golden torrent that surged towards the golden eagles high above.

The golden eagles struck by the torrent instantly disintegrated into a shower of blood, prompting the remaining ones to scatter in evasion.

The azure flood dragon plunged into the flock of demonic birds, wreaking havoc. Lower-tier golden eagles struck by the dragon immediately plummeted from the sky and crashed into the sea.

The winds intensified, unleashing countless misty azure wind blades. While the higher-tier golden eagles deftly dodged them, the lower-tier ones were struck, instantly turning into a bloody rain that cascaded into the sea, leaving a scattering of golden eagle carcasses floating on the surface.

As time passed, the third-tier demonic birds held their ground, but the second-tier ones began to fall from the sky one after another.

The golden eagles seemed to realize that Wang Qingjing and Wang Huaxuan were formidable opponents. With a powerful beat of their wings, they turned and flew back the way they had come.

Wang Qingjing and Wang Huaxuan breathed a sigh of relief. They had finally repelled the demonic birds; otherwise, they couldn't have predicted what further chaos might have ensued.

"There are too many third-tier demonic beasts here, and it wouldn't be surprising to encounter fourth-tier ones," Wang Qingjing said with a frown. "I hope we don't. I wonder how Tenth Sister and the others are doing. It would be great if we could meet up with them soon."

After she and Wang Huaxuan met, they had encountered numerous third-tier demonic insects and beasts, predominantly gregarious species. They rarely came across these creatures in small numbers, so the possibility of fourth-tier demonic beasts existing here did not surprise them in the slightest.

On several occasions, they had narrowly escaped death from fierce beasts and insects. Fortunately, Wang Huaxuan's remarkable escape speed had consistently allowed them to avert disaster.

Wang Huaxuan nodded. "Let's rest for a bit before we continue," he suggested.

Deep within a canyon, over a hundred zhang in depth, two disciples from the Huangfu family stood close together. One wielded a misty azure banner, conjuring a powerful azure gale, while the other held a shimmering red folding fan, which, with a gentle flick, unleashed a broad expanse of crimson flames.

Tens of thousands of black butterflies encircled them. Each butterfly, with a wingspan of roughly a zhang, sported vibrant, multicolored spots on its body and possessed a relatively large head. They either spewed five-colored poisonous mist from their mouths or flapped their wings, generating grayish wind blades that sliced towards the two Huangfu disciples.

When the azure gale struck the black butterflies, they instantly vanished. Crimson flames, upon contact with the butterflies, reduced them to ash. Strangely, however, the black butterflies were endless; no matter how many the two cultivators eliminated, their numbers never diminished.

"This isn't working," the older Huangfu cultivator suggested. "We need to leave here quickly; there's something wrong with these demonic butterflies."

No sooner had he spoken than the black stone wall opposite them suddenly illuminated with hundreds of green lights. Hundreds of entirely black moths clung to the wall, their emerald eyes flickering incessantly.

The black butterflies before the two Huangfu disciples vanished abruptly, as if they had never existed. Their magic power was now nearly depleted.

Hundreds of black moths then detached from the stone wall, lunging forward while spewing green flames.

"Oh no, they're Illusionary Blight Moths!" the two Huangfu disciples exclaimed in alarm, quickly summoning their magic treasures to defend themselves.

The green flames struck their defensive magic treasures, causing a puff of blue smoke to rise and the treasures' spiritual radiance to dim.

"No!"

A torrent of green flames engulfed the two Huangfu disciples; even their defensive magic treasures proved ineffective.

A short while later, the black moths returned to the stone wall. Of the two Huangfu disciples, not even their corpses remained; they had vanished without a trace.

In a remote mountain range, a bubbling, muddy swamp exuded a pervasive stench of decay. In the distance stretched an endless, dense black forest.

A blue streak of light appeared in the distance, rapidly approaching the area.

Soon, the blue light resolved into a tall, blue-robed youth hovering above the swamp. His attire clearly marked him as a disciple of the Four Seas Sect. Trailing him was a blood-red cloud, hundreds of zhang in diameter, which, upon closer inspection, was revealed to be a swarm of countless ferocious, blood-colored mosquitoes.

The Four Seas Sect disciple's escape light intensified dramatically, boosting his speed by more than double.

Just then, a rushing sound filled the air as dozens of thick, black tentacles erupted from the swamp, lashing out at the Four Seas Sect disciple.

With a heavy thud, the Four Seas Sect disciple was slammed into the ground. His legs immediately sank into the swamp, and his body began to sink uncontrollably.

Just as he attempted to fly away, a pained expression crossed his face as his body abruptly split in two. A mountain-sized black octopus then burst from the ground. It possessed dozens of thick black tentacles and hundreds of fist-sized black eyes. Two of its tentacles were each wrapped around half a corpse, which it then brought to its mouth.

When the blood-colored mosquitoes arrived above the covered ground, the black octopus's hundreds of eyes simultaneously unleashed black beams of light that shot in every direction.

Boulders struck by the light beams instantly exploded, and towering ancient trees disintegrated into sawdust. Any blood-colored mosquitoes hit by the black beams vanished without a trace.

Sensing the danger, the blood-colored mosquitoes swiftly retreated along their original path, disappearing from sight within moments.