Chapter 452: Bad Luck Continues

A loud roar erupted, shattering several yellow earth walls. Seizing this opportunity, Wang Changhao crushed the last Fire Escape Talisman he possessed, transforming into scattered specks of firelight before vanishing.

Moments later, on a rather desolate plain, a flash of firelight suddenly ignited. As the light faded, Wang Changhao's figure appeared. Before Wang Changhao could even take a breath of relief, he swept his gaze across his surroundings and was so enraged he cursed aloud.

Around him, two factions were engaged in a fierce battle of spells. Their attire indicated they were disciples of the Wind Fire Sect and the Hundred Beast Sect. There were three men and two women in total: three from the Wind Fire Sect and two from the Hundred Beast Sect. Su Yihang was one of them.

Several corpses lay on the nearby ground; some were charred black, while others were reduced to mere limbs. Dozens of steaming craters pockmarked the earth. High above, a massive crimson bird, its wings spanning two zhang, was locked in a fierce battle with a bulky silver python. Rolling airwaves and constant roars filled the air. Several shimmering magic artifacts clashed in the sky, producing a cacophony of metallic clangs.

Among the three Wind Fire Sect disciples—two men and one woman—the one with the highest cultivation was a burly, red-shirted youth in his twenties. He was at the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment. The red-shirted youth, proficient in fire-elemental spells, continuously formed hand seals. Enormous fireballs materialized behind him, hurtling towards the two Hundred Beast Sect disciples. Su Yihang continuously formed hand seals, causing large silver electric arcs to surge across his body. These arcs transformed into thick silver lightning bolts, striking the incoming colossal fireballs.

A continuous roar of "rumble" echoed as crimson flames and silver lightning intertwined, locked in an evenly matched struggle. With his potent lightning-elemental spells, Su Yihang and his companion fought the three Wind Fire Sect disciples to a stalemate.

Wang Changhao's sudden appearance shattered this delicate balance. Su Yihang had nearly killed Wang Changhao, and even after seven years of recuperation, Wang Changhao's injuries were not fully healed. He harbored a deep hatred for Su Yihang. Since Su Yihang was currently at a disadvantage, Wang Changhao naturally wouldn't miss this chance to strike when his opponent was vulnerable.

Without a word, he retrieved a shimmering red talisman and hurled it towards Su Yihang. The moment the talisman left his grasp, it instantly shattered, transforming into hundreds of fist-sized crimson fireballs that whistled as they hurtled towards Su Yihang. It was a Tier 2 Mid-Grade Meteor Fire Rain Talisman.

Wang Changhao's sudden appearance startled the Wind Fire Sect disciples, but upon witnessing him actively attack Su Yihang, they felt considerably relieved. Su Yihang and his companion had no time to spare, fully occupied with fending off the three Wind Fire Sect members. A tremendous roar erupted as hundreds of crimson fireballs engulfed the figures of Su Yihang and his companion. Seizing this chance, the red-shirted youth altered his hand seals. The space around him twisted and warped, giving rise to clusters of crimson firelight that materialized into hundreds of crimson rockets.

"Arrow Rain!"

As the red-shirted youth's command rang out, hundreds of crimson rockets surged forward, one after another, towards their targets. The roar intensified, and the flames surged dramatically. Moments later, a dazzling silver light flared within the crimson sea of fire, causing the flames to violently flicker and then extinguish.

Su Yihang was enveloped by a thick silver light barrier, and a pale silver talisman floated before him. Its surface was covered with intricate, rice-grain-sized mystical runes, each shimmering as if alive. Several magic artifacts struck the silver barrier, producing only muffled thuds.

"A Body Protection Talisman! Damn it!"

The red-shirted youth's expression shifted. He cursed, then sat cross-legged and retrieved a red-glowing talisman. A lifelike crimson serpent was coiled on its surface. The moment this talisman appeared, the temperature within a radius of dozens of zhang abruptly soared.

"A True Treasure! Oh no, Senior Brother Su, what he's holding is a True Treasure!" The Hundred Beast Sect disciple's face paled drastically as he exclaimed.

A hint of surprise flickered in Wang Changhao's eyes. A True Treasure was indeed a type of talisman artifact, but it differed significantly from a regular talisman artifact. While the latter could be used multiple times, a True Treasure was a single-use item, exclusive to the descendants of its creator. Its power was several times that of a regular talisman artifact, though activating it was considerably more complicated.

Two Wind Fire Sect disciples moved to protect the red-shirted youth. If he successfully activated the True Treasure, Su Yihang and his companion would surely perish. Su Yihang frowned and swiftly formed a hand seal. A tremendous roar echoed from high above as a dark cloud materialized out of thin air directly above the three Wind Fire Sect disciples, rapidly expanding in size. A colossal roar erupted, and an impossibly thick silver lightning bolt burst from the dark cloud, transforming into a vast expanse of silver lightning that enveloped the three Wind Fire Sect disciples.

In less than two breaths, the silver lightning dissipated, revealing the three Wind Fire Sect disciples unharmed. One of them held a shimmering silver talisman, with silver electric arcs flickering across his body.

"A Lightning Evading Talisman!"

Su Yihang's expression turned grim. At that moment, three incredibly thick beams of light shot forth, striking Su Yihang's protective spiritual barrier, creating sounds like rain pattering on banana leaves.

"Junior Brother Li, protect me!" Su Yihang commanded, then produced a flickering silver broken blade. He continuously poured immense magic power into it, causing countless runes to illuminate on the blade. These runes faintly formed a restriction, radiating an astonishing spiritual aura.

Wang Changhao formed a hand seal, and points of spiritual light illuminated in the mouths of his three ape puppets. Each puppet then discharged a bowl-sized beam of light, striking Su Yihang and his companion. A tremendous roar erupted. Under Wang Changhao's relentless assault, the blue light barrier enveloping Su Yihang and his companion shattered.

Several shimmering magic artifacts shot forth. With a cry of agony, the Hundred Beast Sect disciple fell into a pool of blood. Su Yihang, however, remained seated cross-legged on the ground, enveloped by a silver light barrier. The silver barrier proved incredibly sturdy, remaining completely intact despite the relentless assaults from the three Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Wang Changhao glanced at the red-shirted youth, noticing a crimson python on the verge of emerging from the True Treasure. Wang Changhao dared not linger. He conjured a shimmering green orb, hurling it at Su Yihang, then recalled his puppet beasts, summoned his Green Scale Horse, and swiftly mounted it, galloping into the distance.

The Wind Fire Sect disciples did not attempt to stop him, instead focusing their full might on attacking Su Yihang. Under their relentless assault, the spiritual radiance of the silver barrier dimmed, flickering intermittently. The green orb flew closer, then abruptly detonated, releasing countless black iron nails that shot forth.

"Crack!"

The silver barrier shattered, and the silver talisman automatically combusted, turning to ash. Some black iron nails shot forth. Su Yihang raised his hands to shield his face, but several black iron nails struck his arms. His spellcasting was interrupted, and the broken blade reverted to its original state.

At this precise moment, the red-shirted youth had successfully activated the True Treasure. A crimson fire python, over ten zhang long and radiating astonishing heat, lunged at Su Yihang. Wherever the crimson fire python passed, the ground's vegetation rapidly withered and spontaneously combusted.

Su Yihang cursed Wang Changhao in his heart. With a reluctant expression, he retrieved a shimmering silver talisman and hurled it forward. With a flash of silver light, the silver talisman transformed into a lifelike silver flood dragon, its body crackling with numerous silver electric arcs. It was a Tier 3 Low-Grade Thunder Flood Dragon Talisman, a single-use offensive talisman, and Su Yihang's most potent trump card.

The crimson fire python and the silver flood dragon engaged in a fierce struggle. The silver flood dragon was clearly superior; in just a few exchanges, it tore the crimson fire python to shreds. As a result, the silver flood dragon's body size visibly reduced by one-third.

"Roar!"

The silver flood dragon let out a deafening roar, then lunged fiercely at its opponents, teeth bared and claws outstretched. A deafening explosion erupted as the silver flood dragon burst apart, dissolving into a blinding expanse of silver electric arcs that engulfed the red-shirted youth and his two companions.

Three breaths later, the silver lightning dissipated, revealing that the red-shirted youth and his two companions had vanished without a trace. In this battle, Su Yihang had expended two of his trump cards: the Body Protection Talisman and the Tier 3 Talisman. Had it not been for Wang Changhao, he would never have wasted these two crucial trump cards. He utterly despised Wang Changhao; if their paths ever crossed again, he swore he would kill him.

Within a bluestone valley, abundant with strange flowers and exotic plants, a clear stream, approximately a zhang wide, meandered gracefully. Wang Qingshan was currently engaged in a continuous, roaring battle with a three-headed, two-winged exotic beast.