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Chapter 221 Old Friends Reunite, Demons Appear; Nightmare Summoned from the Bottom of the Well [Part Two]

"Senior Feng...?!" Feng Bohan exclaimed in shock.

However, seeing the horrific appearance of the other person's wounds, he dared not approach them easily.

Upon hearing the sound, Feng Mingyang seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength as he laboriously lifted his heavy eyelids.

Upon seeing the blurry outlines of a man and a horse with illusory characteristics, his almost extinguished eyes suddenly burst forth with unbelievable joy.

However, some doubts and wariness followed.

He naturally recognized Ji Liang, but he didn't know when the Hufeng clan had acquired the divine horse Ji Liang.

As for the young man in front of him... he didn't recognize him.

"Cough...cough cough...you...who are?" His voice was hoarse and cracked, like sandpaper rubbing against each other. Every word he spoke aggravated his wounds, making him tremble with pain.

Upon seeing this, Feng Bohan quickly said, "My name is Feng Bohan, and this is Ji Liang Xiaoji. I am the youngest son of Chief Hufeng, and also a subordinate of your good friend Tang Hao."

Upon hearing the first identity, Feng Mingyang was both enlightened and surprised.

As far as he knew, Chief Hufeng only had one eldest son.

The youngest son, who was obviously an illegitimate son, how could Ji Liang be in the other party's hands?

But upon hearing the second half of the sentence, his eyes shone with an even stronger light.

Tang Hao?

That true disciple of the Qinghua Sect, whom I've only met a few times, yet who possesses considerable skill?
He was about to force himself to ask about Tang Hao's whereabouts.

But then he saw the young man in front of him take out a pill bottle from his storage pouch, pour out the pills inside, and carefully feed them to himself.

Feng Mingyang's vision was blurred, and he could not identify what kind of elixir it was.

The moment he got close, the sweet fragrance that filled his nostrils gave him a jolt of energy.

'This is a fourth-grade pill, and a top-quality healing elixir!' That's what he thought to himself.

Then Feng Bohan's voice came to my ears: "This pill can heal injuries and also replenish qi and nourish the spirit. It was given to me by the master before I left, precisely because he was worried about this situation."

As he swallowed the pill, he was secretly moved.

Once the elixir entered his stomach, its powerful medicinal force surged to his limbs and bones, rapidly repairing his injuries.

His magical power and divine sense were also slowly recovering.

Feng Mingyang looked with difficulty at the wounds on his left shoulder and chest, where the black, maggot-like substance was still wriggling and gnawing at his flesh.

However, with the help of the elixir, the speed was significantly slowed down.

Seeing this, Feng Bohan took out several more medicines, including pills, liquid medicine, and powder.

The pills were fed to Feng Mingyang, and the liquid and powder of the medicine were mixed and poured onto his hideous wounds.

"Zizi..."

"Squeak..."

Feng Bohan was startled. Besides the burning sound, there was also a sound like insects chirping.

He stood there somewhat helplessly, unsure whether to continue falling or not.

They looked to Feng Mingyang for help.

Finally, after a weak "continue," he gritted his teeth and poured the mixed medicine evenly onto the wound.

"what……"

"Zizi..."

"Squeak..."

The three voices mingled together, sending a shiver down his spine.

The effect is also immediate.

The activity of those black substances decreased significantly. Although they were still gnawing at flesh and blood, the speed was now almost imperceptible, and Feng Mingyang's injuries finally showed a slight sign of recovery.

Feng Bohan and Ji Liang exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did they realize, "Wait a minute, wasn't our lord keeping an eye on this place? Why is there no movement at all?"

They really didn't believe that their master couldn't communicate with the outside world through them, since the "Awakening Spell" could be thrown over from a distance.

The place was relatively safe. The man and his horse communicated without using telepathy, but they also had the intention of revealing information to each other through their words.

Sure enough, upon hearing their conversation, Feng Mingyang, who had been closing his eyes to ease the pain, suddenly opened them.

"Tang Hao... can observe... the situation here... through... you guys?"

Nodding hurriedly, Feng Bohan quickly and briefly explained, "Ji Liang and I are extensions of the Lord's power. Hmm... Senior, you can think of it as having some kind of special contract."

It turned out to be the case.

Feng Mingyang weakly glanced at the man and the horse; he had just noticed their strange, illusory state.

At first, his vision was indeed blurry, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

He took the elixir, but the situation remained the same. He even suspected that his eyes had been injured or that something had gone wrong.

"That's why, if Your Majesty wishes, you can check on the situation here at any time." Feng Bohan said, a look of doubt on his face. "But I don't know why, after seeing you, Your Majesty hasn't made a move."

"Ah……"

With a weak chuckle, Feng Mingyang glanced upwards: "There's a shielding array I set up at the wellhead... cough... that's probably why... it's hindering... your communication."

He has recovered quite a bit now, but he is still a little short of breath when he speaks.

"so far so good!"

Feng Bohan patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "I was worried that after we were exposed, it would alert those monsters and cause them to seal off Hufeng City."

But then his face fell. In this situation, and with the seriously injured Feng Mingyang found, how were they supposed to escape the trap?

“If we were hiding here, our lord and the others might come into the city to search for us, but with the shielding array in place, they might not be able to find us.”

More importantly, he worried that Tang Hao and the others would also encounter this situation, and then they would be left with no one to turn to for help.

Just as he was worrying, Feng Mingyang, who had overheard him muttering, forced himself to speak again: "I can... adjust the shielding strength... so you can... make contact, but..."

"But, is it possible that those monsters will discover this place?" Feng Bohan asked, speaking for the other person.

Feng Mingyang nodded almost imperceptibly in agreement.

He didn't know who was with Tang Hao, so he had no choice but to relinquish the initiative.

Ji Liangma nudged Feng Bohan with its head and let out a soft neigh. Feng Mingyang was puzzled, but then he saw the man and the horse begin to communicate.

That soft hiss, however, had a clear and unambiguous meaning in Feng Bohan's ears: "What should I do? I don't want to die again."

“Xiao Ji, judging from your speed, you’re not much slower than that Nascent Soul stage monster. Could you lead me and Senior Feng out of the city?” Feng Bohan asked after a moment’s thought.

Feng Mingyang couldn't help but move his eyes to look at Shenma Jiliang.

Xiao Ji rolled its eyes at the two of them, shook its head and neighed, "Anyway, I can't take either of you with me. It would be difficult to take just one of you, let alone the fact that he can't become ethereal."

Feng Bohan thought for a moment, then turned to Feng Mingyang and asked, "How long will it take for you to recover, Senior?"

Upon hearing this question, Feng Mingyang's lips twitched, revealing a "Are you kidding me?" look in his eyes as he glanced at his wound.

Feng Bohan looked over as well, and an awkward smile immediately appeared on his face.

The black substance continued its imperceptible grazing speed.

Without follow-up treatment, it will be a very long time before the wound heals.

With their last resort blocked, Feng Bohan and Ji Liang exchanged a glance, then gritted their teeth and said, "Let's gamble!"

“Senior!” He looked at Feng Mingyang and performed a clan salute, “Please adjust the strength of the shielding array. I will contact the master first.”

Nodding slowly, Feng Mingyang's fingers twitched slightly as he reminded him, "Keep trying!"

Feng Bohan responded and immediately began to call out softly, "My lord?"

"Are you there, my lord?"

"My lord, are you asleep?"

……

This extremely simple attempt left Feng Mingyang speechless.

Because there were still strange monsters lurking outside, Feng Mingyang adjusted the shielding array with utmost care, manipulating it meticulously.

They were afraid that before they could even contact Tang Hao, they would attract the monster first.

After hearing countless greetings to the Lord, he couldn't help but wonder what Feng Bohan would shout next.

"host……"

"I'm here!" Tang Hao's voice suddenly drifted out from somewhere.

Feng Mingyang immediately stopped the hand seals in his hand, wearily relaxing his wrists. Then he heard, "Eh? Senior Feng? How did you get injured like this?"

Then, before he could even speak...

Then, black and gold light dust emanated from Feng Bohan and Ji Liang's bodies.

These specks of light fell to the ground and quickly coalesced into a phantom image, which was Tang Hao, whom he had been separated from for about two months.

As soon as Tang Hao appeared, he looked up following his senses and glanced at the well opening: "No wonder I suddenly lost connection. It turns out there was a shielding array. But it doesn't seem to block communication signals?"

'Similar to the fluctuations in dreams and fortune, it's only been so long since we last met, yet Fellow Daoist Tang's methods have become even more unpredictable.' Feng Mingyang sighed inwardly.

Hearing Tang Hao's question, he coughed twice and said, "The jade... the jade tablet was destroyed... in the previous battle..."

'No wonder, that's why Jue and I couldn't get in touch with him.' Tang Hao said with a knowing look.

Then the other person continued, "The treasure...the ring...is contaminated...unusable..."

“No wonder you were hiding here but couldn’t recover from your injuries.” Tang Hao carefully examined the horrific wounds and couldn’t help but sigh. “We’re on our way here.”

In fact, they had already set off when they realized that something was wrong in Hufeng City.

However, this situation was completely unexpected, and Tang Hao and his two companions were quite far away.

Yes, this is definitely not my first time in the Northern Region. I went to see the scenery nearby.

Noticing Feng Mingyang's inquiring gaze, Tang Hao smiled and said, "Senior, please rest assured. Besides me, Sister Jue is also here, as well as one of our friends, who is also a Nascent Soul cultivator."

"I'm relieved that Bai Jue is here!" Feng Mingyang's eyes immediately lit up with heartfelt joy and relief at escaping death.

Tang Hao nodded slightly and looked at Feng Bohan, saying, "Give me this location."

These subordinates, whom he named "Nightmare Attendants," had a one-to-one connection with him.

He could rely on his subordinates' vision and some perception, but he could not use this to develop his divine sense, so the area around him was a blind spot like a fog.

The best course of action now is to obtain the coordinates of this location, then readjust the shielding array to its maximum strength, and wait for them to arrive and rescue us.

Feng Mingyang and Feng Bohan were naturally aware of this as well. The latter quickly transmitted the topographical map of Hufeng City and the location of the dry well to Tang Hao in his mind.

“You don’t need to force your way in… Wait until dawn… then come back… to find us.” Feng Mingyang believed in Bai Jue’s strength.

He knew that if he waited longer, they could escape without any effort, but he didn't want Tang Hao and the others to take that risk.

Tang Hao had been spying on the screen and had already vaguely guessed that the daytime and nighttime in Hufeng City were different.

Now that it has been confirmed, there is no reason to refuse, and Bai Jue has already stopped the flying boat.

Just as Tang Hao was saying goodbye, Feng Mingyang was fidgeting with his fingers, preparing to revert the shielding array back to normal.

Suddenly, a chilling "crackling" sound rang out above the dry well.

That's the sound of bones misaligning and joints bending backward.

Feng Mingyang's movements immediately froze, and a look of utter despair appeared on his face.

It's only a little late!
How could those monsters have found this place at such a crucial moment?

Feng Bohan and Ji Liang were also horrified, looking up at the well opening in fear.

"Found... a good-looking body..."

"Fresh... yang energy..."

The cold, viscous, and overlapping sounds, like the whispers of hundreds of insects, came through the well opening.

Three “Holy Spring Guardians” exuding a terrifying aura crawled in.

Their upper bodies are humanoid, but they move like spiders, and their lower bodies are more like a few tentacles covered in mucus.

"Thorn..."

Without hesitation, they tore open the "Holy Spring Guardian" skin on their bodies, revealing the purplish-black, constantly writhing mass of flesh wrapped with thick blood vessels inside.

The sharp tentacles, like javelins, gleamed with an eerie light as they frantically pierced the well wall.

The flying rocks, as fast as lightning, hurtled towards the depths of the collapsed stone chamber at the bottom of the well.

Tang Hao's gaze swept quickly over the three monsters, all of whom were at the Core Formation stage.

Ok!

He turned and shouted at Feng Mingyang, "Why aren't you adjusting the shielding array?!"

Although Feng Mingyang's injuries were extremely severe, he should be able to recover some of his combat strength after taking the pills he had prepared.

In addition, there were several treasures that he had prepared for Feng Bohan before his departure.

With the two of them working together and two fearless individuals, killing these three Core Formation stage monsters shouldn't be too difficult, right?

As a result, Feng Mingyang gave a bitter laugh: "It's no use... One monster knows... All monsters know!"

A tingling, terrifying electric current surged from my tailbone all the way to my brain.

'No, we absolutely cannot let Feng Mingyang die here!'

For some reason, Tang Hao's intuition told him that if he let the other party die here today, he would definitely regret it later.

'Damn it, I wonder if the Nightmare Realm can withstand a complete Nascent Soul ghost.'

Previously, Bai Jue and Yan Yumin entered the Nightmare Kingdom through divine soul projection. As long as they did not unleash their divine sense power, they were no different from ordinary Core Formation ghosts.

If their nascent souls were to enter directly, it would undoubtedly burst.

The nascent soul is not merely a vessel for the spirit; it also embodies almost all of the cultivator's power.

Therefore, Tang Hao had no way of judging the outcome of the Nightmare Butterfly's parasitic infection of Feng Mingyang.

'Never mind! Let's just do it first, at least as a precaution.'

With a wave of his hand, a black and gold dragon butterfly suddenly spread its wings and disappeared around Feng Mingyang.

Feng Mingyang sensed something, but did not resist.

Given the current situation, Tang Hao would not, and has no reason not to, harm him.

He didn't even think that he could refuse with his remaining strength.

After Tang Hao finished doing all this, he hurriedly gave instructions to the two men and one horse.

"You've all played your trump cards; let's stall for as long as we can!"

Two people and one horse: ?

Is this still necessary?
"I am preparing to summon the Nightmare Legion!" As he spoke, black and gold light dust spun between Tang Hao's hands.

That was the power drawn from Feng Bohan and Ji Liang, preparing to open the rift passage.

The two men and their horse perked up immediately: "Hold them off! We have to hold them off!"

(End of this chapter)