That Heavenly Li Dan pill would increase his chance to enter the JieDan stage. Eventually, in accordance with his plans, he would have to find another place to cultivate in the Abyssal Ascension Technique. Although after forming three cold dans his chances of entering the JieDan stage were already quite high, there always remained some chance of failure.
Wang Lin had enormous expectations for the JieDan stage, as once he succeeded in reaching it, he would become the number one person below the YuanYing stage. Thus he would not allow for even the slightest chance of error. With the assistance of the Heavenly Li Dan pill, along with the inherent success rate of the Abyssal Ascension Technique, Wang Lin had at least an 80% chance of success.
As he thought of this, his eyes revealed a heavy murderous intent.
The next day, the Huo Fen Alliance’s invasion force scattered, with the ten YuanYing stage cultivators wandering around. If a YuanYing stage enemy were to appear, they would immediately teleport there.
A team of about thirty people, treading on their sword lights, quickly flew north and stopped at a summit overgrown with shrubbery. An old man whose ordinary looks were betrayed by the dense bloodlust filling his two eyes proudly spoke: “The Tenth Brigade has already begun to attack the troops stationed at Wu Xuan Country’s spirit vein, and the enemy will probably send backup. Our task is to block anything that approaches within a circumference of 500 miles. Everyone disperse. If anything appears, inform me immediately.”
The old man then sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and did not say another word. This old man was the Eighth Squad’s leader, a Xie Mo sect early JieDan stage cultivator. Apart from the five Foundation Building stage cultivators, he gave no regard to the rest.
Wang Lin stamped down his feet and flew far away before dropping down onto a treetop and meditating. As for the others, they also scattered, looking for someplace to meditate. After a brief moment, except for the light sound of breathing, it was exceptionally quiet.
Zhang Zili opened his eyes and looked around contemptuously. In his heart, he was extremely dissatisfied with the arrangements here. In his own mind, his position ought to have been in the First Brigade, sweeping across the Sect entrances, where he would have been able to profit greatly; but at this piss-poor shitty place, he could not even be sure that they would even meet the enemy support troops. This was really tasteless.
As time wore on, Wang Lin suddenly opened his eyes. As he looked into the distance, his mouth curled into a sneer.
At this point, Zhang Zili also became aware that something was amiss and immediately stood up. Looking into the distance, he saw more than ten sword lights rapidly flying in. Zhang Zili licked his lips and spit out an ink black light that immediately transformed into a pair of scissors. He waved his right hand and the scissors immediately shot forward as he smiled insidiously and shouted: “Kill!”
Having said that, he treaded forward. A sword came out from his body, surrounded by the Eighth Squad’s cultivators, who one by one went to block the enemy’s path.
Nobody spoke from either side, instead immediately engaging in killing as soon as they saw each other. Of the Xuan Wu Country’s ten-plus people, nobody was of the JieDan stage. All of them were at the Foundation Building stage. As soon as they saw Zhang Zili, they immediately separated, and eight people formed a bizarre sword formation to encircle him. Zhang Zili found himself trapped within the array, unable to break free from it, and he bellowed out angrily.
The remaining seven cultivators began to fight with the Eighth Squad.
Wang Lin’s eyes were cold. He did not have any time to delay. He had to obtain the map and the Heavenly Li Dan. He moved, and a flying sword immediately shot out. It penetrated through the chest of an enemy Foundation Building cultivator like lightning, and left a big bleeding wound.
Then he spread his Ji Realm Divine Consciousness, and the eyes of the remaining six Foundation Building stage cultivators went dark. This was followed up by the flying sword, which stabbed into them one by one, piercing through their chests.
To anyone who had been watching, these seven Foundation Building cultivators appeared to have died from Wang Lin’s sword. They would not realize that they had already died even before the flying sword had struck, due to Wang Lin’s Ji Realm Divine Consciousness.