Chapter 72: Blood Pack
Qin Sang focused his gaze on the silent and eerie forest below. After a moment of contemplation, he decided not to descend immediately. Instead, he pretended to search the surroundings for a path down the mountain.
As he passed a spot where the rocks protruded, he quickly created a clone using his spiritual power. Hiding his real body at the mountain's peak, he cast the Airborne Technique on his clone, controlling it to glide toward the base of the cliff.
The clone leaped swiftly between the rocks and trees on the cliffside. Just as it landed on the branch of an ancient tree, an unexpected change occurred.
Without warning, a beam of green light shot out from the forest. Within the light, there was a vibrant green vine.
The vine twisted like a snake, coiling and extending, and in an instant, it shot toward Qin Sang’s clone. The vine swiftly wrapped around the clone, binding it tightly.
"Haha!"
A burst of wild laughter echoed from within the forest. A scruffy Daoist, his hair disheveled, flew up to the treetops. His entire body was drenched in blood, covered with rotten grass and leaves. Broken ice spikes protruded from his arms and legs, making him appear very battered, but his injuries were far less severe than Qin Sang had expected.
The scruffy Daoist glared fiercely at the clone bound by the vine and said viciously, "Dare to ambush me? Let me show you the power of the Spirit Binding Technique!"
Then, the Daoist raised his head and looked toward the mountaintop, chanting something under his breath. Suddenly, a whistling sound came from the peak, and three beams of black light shot out—they were fragments of the Wishing Shield.