Great Li Martial God

Based on the current situation, if the other party continued like this, before long, the martial world would have one more great devil with overwhelming poison techniques.

Cang Yinyue was somewhat undecided. She wasn't confident in dealing with that person.

And if they continued walking down, the possibility of encountering the other party was undoubtedly extremely high.

Just at this time, Li Musheng's voice sounded beside them. Sitting on the horse's back, he looked at Yu Changlu and said, "Turning back is impossible. My horse worked itself to exhaustion climbing this mountain path. Now you want it to walk back? Let's see if it doesn't give you a kick."

Having said this, the mule-horse under Li Musheng's rear seemed quite cooperative, just happening to paw its hooves and snort heavily.

Hearing this, Cang Yinyue turned to look at him. In her heart, the scene of being instantly sealed at a distance by the other party involuntarily surfaced.

She thought about it and stated her speculation, then continued, "Continuing forward isn't impossible. However, we'll very likely encounter that Master-level expert skilled in poison techniques next."

"With your abilities, you should be able to protect yourself. And if I want to leave, the other party can't stop me either. However, we need to be vigilant about that person's poison techniques."

Li Musheng nodded and said thoughtfully, "That person is indeed cruel enough, but they've inadvertently cleared the Blood-Bathed Alliance's obstacles along this path for us. That can be considered to have some positive effect."

Saying this, he raised his eyebrows, looking at Yu Changlu standing motionless before the mule-horse, "What are you standing there for? Continue on the road." Hearing this, Yu Changlu's expression at this time couldn't look worse.

He naturally heard what Cang Yinyue and Li Musheng had just said.

So you two have the ability to protect yourselves when encountering that devil with poison techniques, but you're making me alone continue on the road to my death?

Yu Changlu really wanted to immediately take off running, but his strength was inferior to Cang Yinyue's, and he wasn't skilled in lightness techniques. Fleeing now was clearly a dead end.

With no other choice, he could only steel himself, turn around, and continue along the mountain path.

In his heart, he prayed that the alliance's experts would do something useful and preferably eliminate that killing devil ahead, so he wouldn't have to worry about encountering them.

Along the rest of the journey, the situation of corpses appearing on the road did improve somewhat, not as frequent as before.

But this was probably because the Blood-Bathed Alliance had limited personnel stationed in this area, and they had almost all been killed.

Just like this, the three people walked for over an hour. The sky in the mountains also gradually darkened.

Just when they could see that crossing one more mountain would take them out of this region, while passing through a mountain hollow, they discovered flames soaring ahead. Waves of noisy human voices traveled on the mountain wind.

Yu Changlu walking ahead immediately stopped and looked back at Cang Yinyue. Seeing her nod, he continued approaching the place where firelight appeared.

Before long, Yu Changlu walked beside a mountain rock, quietly hiding his figure as he looked toward the mountain valley ahead where firelight was dazzling.

The next moment, his expression immediately showed delight.

In the mountain valley were nearly a hundred people holding burning tung oil torches that illuminated the surrounding mountain forest like daylight, while also blocking the mountain valley completely.

More importantly, these people were all from the Blood-Bathed Alliance!

Yu Changlu was excited in his heart. Just as he was thinking about how to call for help from them, Cang Yinyue's ice-cold voice came from behind him.

"Before making a decision, you'd better think about whether you're faster or my blade is faster."

Hearing this, Yu Changlu felt like cold water had been poured on him. He immediately retreated two steps, not daring to act rashly.

At this time, Cang Yinyue and Li Musheng dismounted and came forward, their gazes looking toward the valley ahead, observing the situation within.

At this time, the Blood-Bathed Alliance people had already completely surrounded the entire valley. On a huge bluish stone in the center of the valley sat four people.

Meng Shan's group of three were prominently among them, while the additional person was a masked woman in gray clothes.

The Blood-Bathed Alliance was led by a black-robed middle-aged man and two white-haired elders. They formed a triangular formation guarding around the four people in the middle.

However, they also hadn't taken any further action. Instead, they warily looked at the three-foot area around the four people, where wisps of blue-black mist swirled.

"Which faction from the martial world do you belong to? Your methods are so vicious, killing so many disciples from my Blood-Bathed Alliance."

The black-robed middle-aged man's face appeared extremely gloomy under the firelight's reflection. The gaze he directed at the masked woman revealed unconcealed killing intent.

However, the masked woman didn't say a word. She just sat cross-legged with closed eyes, circulating her breathing, showing no intention of acknowledging the black-robed middle-aged man.

Seeing this, the black-robed middle-aged man was furious. His wide right palm with protruding knuckles slowly rotated.

A rapid whirlwind immediately arose from the ground, rolling up scattered dead leaves toward his palm.

The next moment, the black-robed middle-aged man thrust his palm forward. A giant palm print condensed from dead leaves formed in the air, suddenly striking down toward the four people in the middle.

Only then did the masked woman react. She suddenly opened her eyes, ghostly light flickering in them.

Her fingers held in a hollow grip before her dantian abruptly curved into claws, then reached toward that palm print in mid-air.

At the same time, the blue-black mist within the three-foot area was rapidly drawn, transforming into a dark claw shadow blocking below the palm print.

Visibly, that palm print condensed from dead leaves rapidly corroded under the mist's contamination, then transformed into a pool of black water that fell.

Meng Shan and Yuan Mei beside them watched this scene, a trace of coldness involuntarily arising in their hearts.

They didn't know this masked woman at all.

Previously, they had been hunted by the Blood-Bathed Alliance people. Because they were outnumbered, they had almost been captured alive. But at the critical moment, this masked woman before them had suddenly appeared.

Her strength was profound. She had easily repelled the Blood-Bathed Alliance's experts. However, this woman was also extremely cruel, enjoyed torture-killing, and possessed poison techniques that made even them shudder.

Meng Shan and Yuan Mei had witnessed the miserable state of poisoned people many times. It was truly a fate worse than death, making people's hair stand on end.

Fortunately, the masked woman was helping them, and had been protecting them as they fled along the way. They didn't have to face this devil's poison techniques.

The only pity was that the Blood-Bathed Alliance's power in this area was extremely large. Before they could escape this region, they were caught up by the other party's reinforcement experts and trapped in this valley before them.

Of course, because the other party feared the masked woman's poison techniques, they didn't dare attack recklessly. Both sides were currently in a standoff.

But Meng Shan understood clearly that continuing like this wasn't a long-term solution.

"Senior, the longer time drags on, the more experts they'll likely have reinforcing. Should we think of a way to break through?"

After seeing the masked woman block the black-robed middle-aged man's attack, Meng Shan gathered his courage to speak.

However, when Meng Shan raised his head, he saw the corners of the masked woman's eyes curve into a mocking smile. A voice as cold as a venomous snake sounded beside his ear, "What's the rush? The longer the time, the deeper the poison in them, and the more miserably they'll die."