The three watched as the bald man’s shattered body reformed into blood threads, gathering in the center.
Everyone knew they should stop it, but there was nothing they could do.
These blood threads flowed like water, impossible to kill, impossible to grasp, and if one was not careful, they could burrow into the body, draining vital essence.
The only one present who could deal with these blood threads was Xiao Lan.
Xiao Lan had been flung away by the bald man earlier, his body also dispersed into a mass of black mist.
Now, he finally managed to reform his body into human shape, though he was much dimmer than before, his consciousness becoming somewhat blurred and violent.
Xiao Lan also understood his predicament. After reforming his body, he flew towards the blood threads, grabbed them, and stuffed them into his mouth.
While others couldn’t grasp them, or even touch them, the blood threads in Xiao Lan’s hands were like chewy, smooth noodles.
“Slurp! Slurp!”
Xiao Lan even made slurping sounds, truly a case of one thing conquering another.
However, the blood threads were numerous, and the amount Xiao Lan could consume was limited. Soon, the remaining parts reassembled into the bald man.
The bald man’s aura was much weaker this time, and his body was not as perfect as before.
Not only did he lack legs, but he also had only one arm.
He looked like a bloody pillar of flesh with a head on top and a poorly developed arm.
The aura he exuded was also much weaker than before.
Besides the blood threads consumed by Xiao Lan, the previous strike from the lightning spirit must have also caused significant damage to the bald man.
The bald man, having reformed his body, harbored a deep hatred for Xiao Fei and Xiao Lan.
He extended his arm, resorting to the old trick, reaching for Xiao Fei from six or seven zhang away.
However, this time his palm transformed into countless blood thread tendrils, coiling around Xiao Fei, and their speed was much slower than before.
Before the blood threads could reach him, Xiao Lan had already blocked in front of Xiao Fei, opening his mouth to bite.
Xiao Fei was also prepared this time. He swung his Golden Silk Great Ring Saber, which sliced across the bald man’s arm, but it was useless as the wound immediately healed.
He took out a bundle of dry firewood from his spatial artifact, lit it, and thrust it towards the bald man’s arm.
As the arm was engulfed by the flames, it instantly recoiled.
His guess was correct; this thing was indeed afraid of fire.
Xiao Fei immediately took out several more bundles of dry firewood from his spatial artifact, lit them, and threw them at the bald man. However, they were swatted away by the bald man’s single arm midway.
“Zhu Yu! Hurry!”
While throwing firewood at the bald man, he urged Zhu Yu.
Ji Wudi had activated his talisman treasure twice in succession and was now severely weakened, unable to fight for a while.
Zhu Yu had inherited the entire fortune of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so he had some good items.
At this moment, he held a second-tier Fire Dragon Talisman. After gathering his strength for a long time, he finally unleashed a red light that transformed into a fire dragon, flying towards the bald man.
“Boom!”
After a loud explosion, the bald man once again disintegrated.
However, this time, in addition to scattered pieces of flesh, a phantom image of the bald man rose from the spot.
Seeing this, Xiao Lan immediately pounced and engaged the bald man in a fight. The battle between the two ghosts was primitive, involving mutual tearing.
Facing ghosts, the three had no particularly effective methods. They unleashed their magic artifacts to assist. Each time their artifacts passed through the bald man’s phantom body, they could only weaken it slightly.
But this slight assistance accumulated and was somewhat useful to Xiao Lan, slowly turning the tide of the battle.
Eventually, the bald man’s phantom image completely dissipated.
Although Xiao Lan won, he was not in much better condition. His form was on the verge of collapse at any moment. He transformed into a black light and entered the Soul Nurturing Pearl to recuperate.
After the bald man’s phantom image was dispersed, the blood threads scattered everywhere became like inanimate objects, no longer attacking.
Xiao Fei took out some jade boxes used for storing spiritual items from his spatial artifact and placed the blood threads on the ground into the boxes.
Ji Wudi and Zhu Yu also collected some blood threads, intending to take them back for research.
All the remaining blood threads were collected by Xiao Fei.
After the bald man’s death, the formations beneath the ground lost their luster, and the formations that had trapped everyone disappeared.
The three picked up some scattered spiritual items from the battlefield and left the second level of the Dragonfall Abyss without delay.
In a special space deep within the lake on the second level of the Dragonfall Abyss, a bald, burly man was bound by five iron chains.
At this moment, the man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with the vicissitudes of life.
“Alas! The final effort failed!”
The man muttered to himself.
“Are even Qi Condensation cultivators this difficult to deal with nowadays?”
………………
Xiao Fei and the other two collected many spiritual items from the fallen corpses, having already gathered enough for the mission.
None of the three were particularly gregarious people. After exiting the second level of the Dragonfall Abyss, they went their separate ways, heading towards the exit.
On the way back, many cultivators had set up ambushes, intending to kill and rob.
Xiao Fei showed no mercy to these treasure-hunting cultivators, poisoning them all. He was too lazy to engage in direct combat, fearing that someone might have a powerful killing move, making it impossible to guard against.
As he neared the exit, he found a place to remove his mask and change his clothes.
About dozens of miles from the exit, he encountered Huang Feifei, who was hiding in a large tree by the roadside.
Xiao Fei observed Huang Feifei, noticing she had some injuries and a freshly scabbed wound on her face.
Her cultivation had advanced by one level, reaching the tenth level of Qi Condensation. Her expression had gained a bit more maturity and resilience.
It seemed she had also experienced much during the past month; all her maturity was forged through suffering.
“Young Master, are you alright?”
“I’m fine! And you?”
“I’m also fine!”
The two sat casually on a tree branch and briefly recounted their respective experiences.
“Feifei, have you found all the mission items?”
“I’m still missing one Dragon Breath Grass. I’ve searched many places but couldn’t find it.”
Huang Feifei sounded a bit dejected as she spoke. She had tried her best and risked her life multiple times, nearly dying, but still couldn’t find the Dragon Breath Grass.
It seemed she would miss her chance to join the sect this time. Becoming a sect disciple was an opportunity for rogue cultivators to ascend, but she had missed it.
“Young Master, what about you?”
“I was fortunate enough to find them all. Dragon Breath Grass, you say? I happen to have plenty. I’ll give you one.”
As Xiao Fei spoke, he took out a Dragon Breath Grass and gave it to Huang Feifei.
With so many disciples from various families dying in the Dragonfall Abyss, many of their spiritual items had ended up in Xiao Fei’s possession.
He truly had a lot of Dragon Breath Grass; he had planted over 80 plants in his spatial artifact, so giving away one or two was no big deal.
“Thank you, Young Master!”
Huang Feifei thanked him profusely, a brilliant smile blooming on her face.
“By the way, Feifei, which sect are you planning to join?”
“Of course, I’ll follow you, Young Master! My grandfather told me to follow you, to be your humble maid. Feifei has never forgotten.”
Huang Feifei had never forgotten how Xiao Fei, like a god, had appeared when she was lost in darkness and pulled her out.
Xiao Fei was the ray of light that illuminated her path from the darkness.