These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"Priest...we haven't found anyone outside!"

“Priest, we have found traces of those people. They are very likely hiding in a cave not far away. We have heard voices coming from inside!”

"Priest, what do we do now?"

Along the banks of a river that had swelled due to a torrential downpour, a neatly arranged column of soldiers, all wearing skull masks, stood, looking as if they had emerged from the underworld, inspiring awe in all who beheld them.

The man standing in front of the group of men in black robes had two braids.

It seems somewhat difficult to tell whether they are male or female.

He said in a deep voice.

"Let's ignore those people from the Abyss Sword Sect. Some seeds have already been sown and will ferment on their own. Since they're not on the outer perimeter... they might be deep inside."

"Then... Priestess, shall we go deeper? We can go deeper with our own people, but that's not enough. Although we have enough strength, it will take some time. Besides, if she goes deeper, she might not be able to come out alive."

The man shook his head.

"Our Lord's command is our life. Do not doubt it, do not take chances. If we fail to complete the mission, we do not deserve to live."

Just as the priest finished speaking.

"boom!"

A startling sound came from not far away.

Soon after, everyone heard the sounds of birds and beasts startled, and for a moment, there was a flurry of footsteps.

The man immediately narrowed his eyes.

It was as if they were carefully listening to the direction of each footstep.

"priest……"

The man pointed behind him.

“Someone wants to mess with us, so let’s play along… Let’s go find him and see who has the guts to do this.”

Someone hesitated and said, "Priest, isn't this a bit too cautious? There are so many of us, there's no need to play along with him..."

The priest shook his head.

“Someone made a sound. I don’t know how many people there are, but there can’t be too many, and their strength is definitely not particularly strong. If they were strong enough, no one would think of such a trick. But they don’t have that kind of strength, yet they want to save people and do the impossible… And most importantly, I think… the Garan people are among them.”

Slowly, beneath that terrifying skull mask, the man curled into a smile.

"go!"

It was as if a vast army had been swallowed up by the mist and rain.

A chilling aura began to permeate the entire perimeter of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

Footsteps echoed through the mud of varying depths and splashes of water in the potholes.

Raindrops hit the leaves, shattering into glistening fragments, like a broken mirror.

There was no sunlight in the sky, only dark clouds, and the occasional roar of lightning. Although there were no war drums, the frequent rumbles of thunder made the jungle seem like a battlefield fraught with hidden dangers.

"call out!!"

Because of the dense forest, unlike a wide open road, people had to keep their distance.

And it was under these circumstances that some strange noises began to appear.

Accompanied by such a sound.

"puff!"

Someone coughed up blood, fell backward onto the ground, and died on the spot.

"What's going on!"

Someone rushed over to see what was happening and what they saw was a sharp, obviously whittled, thick branch shaped like a javelin. What was most surprising was that this sharp, thick branch could actually pierce the chest of a Fusion Realm cultivator!

"Dragon-Slaying Realm!"

Someone immediately offered their opinion.

That's right, only the Dragon Slayer Realm can suppress the Fusion Realm to this extent!

Moreover, the priest revealed a sinister smile from the control of his strength and the stealthy manner of his actions.

"So the Yuanjian Sect is full of hidden talents..."

"But priest, we killed those dragon-slaying realm leaders, how could they... could it be a young disciple?"

The priest nodded. "That possibility cannot be ruled out, so everyone be careful and try to stay close together... I'm getting more and more interested."

The group continued walking, while the companion who had died on the spot was easily forgotten in the sandstorm, like a speck of dust.

As the priest walked, he felt the sound continuing to come from ahead, but it always seemed to maintain a suitable distance. Whenever he tried to catch up, the sound would quickly disappear.

So the priest was patient, wanting to see what kind of trap this interesting opponent had set.

He suddenly stopped, his attention drawn to a circular patch of ground covered in dead leaves in front of him; to him, the trap seemed far too obvious.

It's almost a cover-up, because such a scene wouldn't naturally occur.

Just as the priest was about to speak.

"call out!"

"careful!"

There was the sound of an arrow piercing the air, accompanied by the unspoken tension of those around them.

Everyone had witnessed the gruesome death of their companion, and not everyone had reached the Dragon Slayer Realm; in fact, a large portion of their subordinates were only at the Fusion Realm. Therefore, they were afraid and panicked.

Oops!

A sense of foreboding flashed through the priest's mind, and he grabbed the two people beside him, immediately shouting.

"Don't go forward!"

But the arrows were clearly coming from behind, forcing these people to move forward!

The priest could easily grasp a sharpened arrow with one hand, but the others could not. They lacked such strength, and after witnessing their companion's death, they would have an instinctive reaction.

That is valuing life.

Even a few subordinates at the Dragon Slayer Realm level could protect themselves.

However, some people still fled forward in a panic.

And so, the scene I didn't want to see still happened.

"It's...it's a swamp!"

"No...don't come any closer!"

For a time, many people were mired in a quagmire.

Although the priest, who was frowning, did not look too flustered, he calmed himself down instead.

"Come out yourself! Find somewhere to hide! I want to see where you are..."

Although some people are only at the Fusion Realm, this quagmire can only trap ordinary people. This trap is not dangerous. Once they calm their minds, they can get out of it without even needing anyone else.

Now, the man in charge is eager to find out who caused all this trouble.

One or two, it doesn't matter... it's all the same, it's a dead end anyway!

"boom!"

The priest, facing the arrow, walked towards the direction from which it came and casually knocked a thick branch off with his palm.

They even rushed over in an instant.

"If you don't leave now, you're being too greedy!"

With a swift movement, he almost became a blur.

Even the rainwater that hits it evaporates instantly, instead of shattering.

As he rushed out of the thick tree in front of him, he saw a figure in white.

And he easily saw that exceptionally handsome face.

What he saw was an extremely young face, dressed in white, constantly pulling out one thick branch after another from his storage bag and throwing them at him.

"Still greedy!"

The priest sneered and charged straight at the man's chest, simultaneously drawing his curved sword from his waist, aiming for his neck.

It was only for a fleeting moment when I was right in front of him.

"Ding!"

The boy took out a longsword from his Qiankun bag and blocked his own knife with exceptionally smooth movements. The movements of the swordsman represent the level of sword intent. Even if it is the same sword dance, or even the same movements, the person with higher sword intent will make it look better and the effect will be better.

For example, these fluid movements, like a graceful dance, can even block one's own attacks... Not bad.

"Again!"

With a single move, the priest's figure moved like a ghost, indistinctly weaving through the rain, seemingly harder to detect and predict than the individual raindrops.

"clang!"

And this time, the young man in white actually caught it!

"Ding!"

"clang!"

A sound like the hammering of iron emerged amidst the torrential rain.

The seemingly passive young man stood calmly in the center surrounded by his opponents, not in a hurry at all. He even held a sword in one hand and put the other behind his back, as if he were holding a book.

"You don't seem to be in any hurry at all."

The priest, not giving up the attack, seized another opportunity to get close, leaving behind a sinister voice.

The boy smiled.

"You're the one who should be worried."

After saying this, the priest sensed that something was amiss.