Chapter Thirteen: If you don't seek death, then you won't die

  Fierce, unwilling, jealous, resentful, angry, all sorts of emotions, in the stern eyes of the elder, quickly alternating and changing, finally slowly settling down, is a ruthless determination. Suddenly, his hand in his sleeve turned into a claw, taking advantage of Ling Wushuang's unpreparedness, he slashed from behind her!

  "Ryoko, go die!"

  The old man's hand was wrapped in a whirlwind, and the distance between his palm and Ling Wu's fragile neck was less than an inch.

  "Unparalleled!"

  "Great elder, what are you doing!"

  Several anxious voices came from all directions and gathered together.

  "Ling Wushuang, I want you to accompany Yuwei in death!" The Great Elder's mouth corner evil smile grew bigger and bigger.

  "Boom!"

  Ling Wu's body didn't move, but a thin layer of protective dark energy was released from her body, striking the elder who had leapt to attack her. However, it was like hitting a copper wall or an iron fortress, and his eyes suddenly opened wide, almost hearing the sound of his wrist bones cracking.

  "Ah——"

  The old man let out a mournful cry and was instantly sent flying, then crashed heavily to the ground, sending up a cloud of black sand grains.

  "Hmm—"

  Ling Wusuo sneered, her white boots slowly stepping forward, her eyes glancing lightly as she looked down at the person who had fallen to the ground. With a hint of a smile, she said, "I don't know, Great Elder, what is the meaning of this?"

  "Cough...cough..." The Great Elder fell to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood. He covered his chest with one hand and looked up at Ling Wu Shuang with some incredulity in his eyes.

  Damn it, Ling Wushuang, she even dodged this, he still underestimated that stinky girl!

  Zhan Qi quickly took a step forward, looking at Ling Wushuang who was unharmed, and only then did he let out a sigh of relief. He turned his gaze to the Great Elder on the ground, with anger simmering in his eyes, and shouted in a deep voice, "Great Elder, what are you doing?!"

  Zhan Qi's voice was stern and abnormal, accompanied by a sky-shaking anger, fortunately, Wú Shuāng didn't have any problems.

  "Great elder, have you gone mad?" Zhan Xiutightened his fists, his face even more solemnly terrifying.

  Hearing the incomprehension and anger of those around him, the elder merely stiffened slightly, his face quickly falling as he let out a cold snort. His expression was gloomy to the extreme, yet when he spoke, his voice was surprisingly calm. He sneered lightly, saying, "What's going on? My Yuwei is gone, it's all Ling Wushuang's fault. I just want her to pay with her life."

  If it weren't for these people protecting Ling Wushuang, how would his Yuwei have died in those damned Ghost Vines?!

  Ling Wusong likes to make Ru Wei his opponent, so he lets her go down to hell to accompany his beloved granddaughter.

  But unexpectedly, he was so cautious that he wanted to kill her with one blow, but she still managed to narrowly escape, and also made Ling Wushuang vigilant. If he were to make another move in the future, it would probably not be so easy.

  "Elder, in such a treacherous terrain, no one can guarantee a safe journey. I understand that you're deeply grieved by Yu Wei's accident, but your behavior is becoming increasingly unreasonable and excessive." Zhan Qi's voice was calm and composed, with only a hint of anger, and no other emotions discernible.

  "Squad leader, you don't help your own people, but always protect Ling Wusuo, an outsider. I'm very disappointed," said the Great Elder with a somewhat sarcastic tone. "Don't think that just because you're the squad leader, you can point fingers at me."

  Ling Wushuang was no longer useful to them, he had originally planned to kill her with one blow, even if these people were angry, because of an outsider, it wouldn't be enough to do anything to him, besides, relying on his status in the Drifter tribe, who dared to do anything to him?

  Zhan Xiu's voice was followed by the Great Elder's words, "Your actions have made us even more disappointed."

  He thought that although the old man was a bit stubborn, he wouldn't be so indiscriminate, but unexpectedly, he actually did such a thing. If not for Wú Shuāng's formidable strength, today they would have probably died from the old man's sneak attack. Thinking of this, Zhàn Xiū felt a wave of fear afterwards.

  "Hmph" The elder let out a cold hum, then opened his mouth with a hint of threat, "What's the big deal? Different paths don't converge, and yet the war chief is so protective of an outsider. I think, I also don't have the need to stay in the tribe."

  He is a saint, and the loss of the Wandering Tribe without him would be a great loss. He wants to see if this war will dare to move because of Ling Wu Shuang!

  "What's going on? Want to leave?" Ling Wu Shuang gazed at the elder for a long time, before slowly saying this sentence.

  "Ling Wusong, don't be too proud of yourself, you're just a little girl who knows some magic tricks. I've lived for a lifetime and I'm not afraid of you, it's simply laughable." The Great Elder's face was gloomy without any concealment.

  Even if he openly attacked Ling Wu, what could be done? With his Saint-level strength, without Ling Wu's help, he could still safely leave this ghostly place! It would just take a bit more effort.

  The old man is so confident because he indeed has a high status among the wandering tribes, and he thinks that even if Ling Wu Shuang's strength surpasses his own, and a sneak attack fails, War Qi and others will not stand idly by while Ling Wu Shuang attacks him, at most they would just scold him a few times.

  "Alright then, you can leave." Ling Wu Xiang crossed his arms over his chest and spoke slowly, a faint smile appearing on his face.

  "Ling Wushuang, consider yourself lucky this time. Don't let me run into you again." Who does he think he is to threaten Ling Wushuang?

  Ling Wushuang's mouth curved slightly as he said with a hint of a smile, "Commander, would you mind if I personally escort the Elder on his way?"

  She didn't pursue it, only because she didn't want to get involved, but once you touch her bottom line, don't blame her for being ruthless and merciless. She's been thinking of killing someone at any moment, sorry, she's not that kind of saintly mother!

  "Ling Wushuang, dare you move me?" The Great Elder looked at Zhan Qi and the others, his tone firm with a hint of sarcasm.

  In front of the nomadic tribe, Ling Wu Shuang still wants to kill him?

  But what was unexpected was that Zhang Yi and others only changed their expressions slightly, but did not speak up, including Zhang Qi who remained silent, seemingly having no intention of intervening.

  What's done cannot be undone.

  "What do I want to do?" Ling Wusuo's red lips slightly curved upwards, and finally told you one sentence, "If not dead, then won't die"

  Before his voice had fallen, he stretched out his leg, bent his knee, and a pair of pure white knee-high boots suddenly shot out!

  A clean and neat kick, simple and direct.

  "Ling Wushuang, you dare!" The Great Elder's eyes suddenly widened, and his hands subconsciously blocked, but unexpectedly, his bones cracked and shattered, and the arms that had blocked were immediately broken. Severe pain extended from his arms to his chest, and for a moment, the organs in his abdomen seemed to be squeezed out of place.

  Bang!

  A loud muffled sound, the old man's back arched, and with his sacred stage strength, he was actually kicked out several feet away by Ling Wushuang with just one casual kick!

  "Bang——ah——"

  The old man let out a mournful cry, but before he could finish his sentence, his hands suddenly shot up to his neck, his face contorted in agony. The death energy around him surged like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing him, pouring into his body through his ears, nose, and mouth!

  Invisible death energy, seeping into every pore, as if a million ants were gnawing at his heart, the old man's entire body of vital energy vanished in an instant!

  "No... no..."

  The old man's face was pitch black, and he rolled around on the ground in agony, his eyes seemingly possessed by a demon, bright red.

  After entering this place, the old man was always within the range of Ling Wu's spiritual power coverage and had not come into contact with the aura of death. Although he had mentally prepared himself, he still did not expect that the terror level would far exceed his tolerance, several tens of times more severe than the outer perimeter!

  "My god, how could this be?"

  Dozens of people who stayed by Ling Wushuang's side saw the great elder's painful and unwilling situation, and couldn't help but feel a chill all over their bodies. They looked at Ling Wushuang with eyes that seemed to regard her as a living Bodhisattva, and didn't even want to leave her for a single step.

  "Unexpectedly, the Great Elder wants to leave." Ling Wu Xuan calmly retracted his foot and continued in a soft voice: "Then I'll see you off for a bit."

  The best way to deal with such a person is to fight fire with fire, she has never been a good person anyway.

  No, don't.

  The breath of death, a suffocating feeling, left the old man no time to attend to anything else. He rolled and crawled, wanting to get closer to Ling Wusuo, but unfortunately, Ling Wusuo's severe injury had taken away all his strength to resist.

  Zhan Qi and others pursed their lips and looked on, without expressing any opinion. They had brought this upon themselves and couldn't blame anyone else.

  "Commander of the war troop, we thought about it and decided to leave after all."

  The remaining crowd, seeing this scene, all changed their faces, and the mere dead air could easily kill a holy rank. Some people who were originally rubbing their fists and preparing to make a big move inside also felt a bit overpowered and naturally wanted to retreat.

  "Uh, we're leaving too."

  One after another, some people retreated.

  Ling Wushuang smiled and didn't force these people. As before, he took out an energy stone, inputted the power of life, and handed it over to those who wanted to leave. The crowd was grateful, and in the end, only nine people were left.

  Ling Wushuang gazed at the distant horizon where a figure had disappeared, her eyes slightly dimmed. She spoke softly, "Let's depart."

  Next, danger is inevitable, and even she has no grasp of it at all.

  Nine people calmed down and walked towards the dark foggy area with cautious expressions.

  An invisible aura of death permeated every corner, in this area, the gray sky gradually transitioned to a deep black, the breath of an impending storm seemed to be pressing down at any moment. The surrounding strange rocks were towering and uneven, like small hills of varying heights. The sand on the ground was pitch black, yet amidst it was a reddish hue, as if it was the color of congealed blood.

  "Caw caw——"

  A lone traveler's footsteps trampled on the ground, in the dim surroundings, emitting a strange creaking cry.

  Bang!

  Suddenly a muffled sound came from somewhere, and someone in the team suppressed their voice and said, "What's that noise!"

  Everyone's heart was instantly lifted to their throat, in such a place, filled with an aura of death, what kind of creature could survive!?

  As they thought of this, a numb and tingling feeling crept over their hearts, and everyone's back felt a chill.

  Zhan Xi's black pupils contracted slightly, his voice was so light that only a few people beside him could hear, "It came from the other side of the hill."

  Ling Wu's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze hinting at caution. The crowd held its breath, their spirits concentrated, advancing step by step, inch by inch, almost at a snail's pace, slowly approaching the mountain ridge over there. Even their breathing was reduced to the lightest possible level.

  As soon as everyone had just walked to the corner of the hill, a loud noise came, and a fierce gust of wind blew, with crimson gravel rolling around.

  "Cheers!"

  Immediately afterwards, from behind the mountain rocks, came a hoarse and aged shout.

  "It's a human voice" Zhang Yi and others were astonished at the same time, suddenly something rang out, their faces slightly darkened as they exchanged glances for a few moments, apparently, the "unknown creature" opposite them had also discovered a similar situation, and did not move again.

  "This is......" Ling Wu's footsteps paused, and several black lines slid down his forehead.

  "What a person!" The shadow of Yao Sheng jumped out from behind the hill, seeing the few people in front of him, his eyes were instantly filled with annoyance.

  "It's you!" Zhang Yi saw the few people who jumped out one after another, his face suddenly turned ugly, and he scowled for half a day, unable to bear it, and growled, "It's actually you, hiding there, are you trying to scare someone to death?"

  Zhang Yi is a straightforward person who can't keep his words in his heart. Who wouldn't go crazy when encountering such a situation?

  "Who scared whom?" Iron Feng, who was following the Medicine Saint, still had a pale face, as if he had been stimulated by something, and immediately shouted out.

  The things he had encountered along the way had almost driven him to collapse, and at this moment, he was startled by his arch-nemesis who had nearly scared him to death. As a tribal leader, he didn't care about his image at all, and furiously shouted out loud.

  The Medicine Saint's face stiffened, seeing Ling Wusuo in front of him, his old face suddenly turned black, and he shook violently. However, the usually radiant him was now somewhat disheveled.

  "Are these all the people you have left?" Zhan Xiu's eyes suddenly narrowed, and then suddenly widened.

  The team that came out of Yao Sheng, plus the Iron Wolf tribe, had at least four or five hundred people. But now, there are only... seven people left! What's going on?

  They wouldn't have a second Guardian Spirit Pearl, so there's only one possibility left...

  "You're not left with just a few people either?" Tie Rong said somewhat irritably.

  However, upon closer inspection, he saw that Zhan Xiu and the others did not have a single mark on them from fighting, and his expression immediately turned serious. He gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you guys encounter those things at all!?"

  Although it was an interrogative sentence, Tie Feng said it with great certainty.

  "What is it?" Seeing Tie Rong's heavy expression, Zhang Yi's puzzled voice also became tense, and his eyes suddenly widened, opening his mouth, somewhat afraid to say the thoughts that came out of his heart.

  Could it be that all the others have died here?!