Chapter 1591: The Opportunity Has Come!
Chapter 1591: Chapter 1591: The Opportunity Has Come!
The night in Huayang Mountain can never be peaceful, yet there before us was the cliff where the Fire Flowers grew.
Who would have thought that the Fire Flowers would be on the most perilous peak of Huayang Mountain, atop Huayang Peak? Next to the Fire Flowers was the den of the Flame Beast. This creature squatting in its lair truly had all the advantages of the terrain. To snatch the Fire Flowers from its demonic claws was going to be immensely difficult.
At this moment, bathed in the light of a full moon, the stalks and leaves of the Fire Flowers on the cliff shone a translucent green, resembling jade sculptures. The buds had not yet bloomed, but a faint fragrance already wafted through the air, where the rich spiritual qi mingled with demonic energy, jolting those who arrived on the scene with a burst of vitality, filling their bodies with a tremendous energy!
Indeed, it was a Heavenly Material and an Earthly Treasure!
Beiting Huang nestled among the branches, shifting his gaze from the Fire Flowers and began surveying the campsite. The ring canyon surrounding the tallest peak was completely devoid of any open space. It was all covered by tents, fires burning, the flames twinkling like countless stars in the Mandala Land’s night sky.
In the best section of the ring canyon, there were four notably larger tents, each topped with a flag. Beiting Huang could clearly distinguish the forces of Iron Wind Mountain, Jiuzhou Sect, Qingcheng Sect, and Yandang Ridge.
At that time, each tent had four guards patrolling back and forth, their watch leaving no gaps for intrusion.
“What do we do?” whispered Zhang Xi, pressing close to Beiting Huang’s ear, a hint of urgency in his voice. They had been lying in wait on the tree for a long time now, without finding an opportunity.
Before Zhang Xi had even finished speaking, they saw one of the guards from Iron Wind Mountain’s tent speaking to the other three, “Keep an eye on things for a bit; I’ll be right back after a quick relief.”
The opportunity had arrived!
At that moment, Zhang Xi saw three white fur balls fly out from Beiting Huang. Whatever they were, they shook themselves above the other three tents and then flew back. Their movements were mysterious and as fast as bolts of lightning; Zhang Xi, despite staring hard, had failed to see them clearly more than once—let alone the guards by the tents.
Beiting Huang waved his hand backward, signaling the twenty guards concealed behind him. They gripped their weapons tightly and started paying close attention to their surroundings. Almost instantly, a thunderous rumble rose from the ground, as if an earthquake had struck.
On hearing this noise, everyone in the camp awoke in alarm and scrambled out of their tents. These were people who frequented Huayang Mountain, and they could tell this was the sound of a magical beast wave, yet no one could quite believe it.
“How can this be?”
Ouyang Mo emerged, finally tucking away his broken fan and drawing a long sword. Clutching the sword, his posture betrayed his discomfort. “What’s happened?”
No one answered him!
Nie Fei, Yanming, and Xie Pu looked around nervously when suddenly, countless broken branches and roots were swept up by a massive gust, surging towards them and covering everyone in dust. Meanwhile, myriad low-level magical beasts charged toward their tents.
They were all low-level magical beasts, with none above the Soul Realm. But their numbers were vast, swarming like ants, a sight that made one’s skin crawl.
These magical beasts, eyes red with frenzy, surged forward uncontrollably as if spurred by some disturbance, burrowing into the tents as if something of interest lay atop them, ferociously attacking anyone they caught. Several people were swallowed whole.