Chapter 337 277: Charging In

"COUGH COUGH COUGH... There's no need for that."

"We're all just getting what we need."

Li Gui waved his hand.

"Let's go."

"Any later and the Middle Spiritual Land will emerge,"

Zhou Wuji, his eyes blindfolded, said flatly.

「The next moment.」

He and Li Gui charged toward the Mountain King Temple without the slightest hesitation.

Zhou Shentai and the other Thief Kings each led their own men, following close behind them and charging toward the Mountain King Temple as well.

As far as they were concerned, there was no way they would let the Mountain King Temple monopolize this Middle Spiritual Land!

The Martial World Wanderers and Loose People who witnessed this could no longer hold themselves back.

"The day has finally come!"

"I've been stuck at the Gang Essence Realm for decades. A Middle Spiritual Land is incredibly important to me; I absolutely cannot miss this chance!"

"If not now, when!"

SWISH SWISH SWISH~~

Dense crowds of figures rushed into the Dark Cyan Mist.

"Senior Brother... are we really going in?"

Fang Qiaoling gazed at the Mountain King Temple ahead, shrouded in Dark Cyan Mist, feeling a sense of unease.

"Of course."

"This is an opportunity for us, too."

"Although our Sect also has a Middle Spiritual Land, it won't open for several more years."

"Now that we've encountered a Middle Spiritual Land emerging, we naturally can't let it pass."

Duan Qiantian said.

After being rescued by Han Yuan in the Ten Thousand Mountains, they had come to Ping'an Town to recover.

Even after the news about the Mountain King Temple broke, they didn't leave, hoping to enter the Middle Spiritual Land to cultivate after it emerged.

"Senior Brother is right."

"The Evil Demon Seed are growing more rampant by the day. We must seize every opportunity to increase our strength."

Cheng Cang's thoughts perfectly aligned with Duan Qiantian's.

Hearing that both of her senior brothers shared the same idea, Fang Qiaoling said, "Then I'll follow your lead, Senior Brothers!"

Once the three reached an agreement, they followed the crowd into the Mountain King Temple.

"Heh heh... To think disciples from the Nine Swords Sect would join the fray."

Ding Zihu had sharp eyes and immediately spotted Duan Qiantian's group of three.

Of course, this was also because Duan Qiantian's group was used to acting openly and never bothered with disguises.

Han Yuan said lightly, "Then let's go in too. Otherwise, we won't even get the leftovers."

"Right!"

"It's time to go in."

Ding Zihu nodded.

"MEOW!"

"Watch Lord Meow burn all those guys to a crisp!"

The Orange Cat leaped onto Han Yuan's shoulder, crowing loudly.

SWISH SWISH~

Han Yuan and Ding Zihu also leaped down from the eaves and charged into the thick Dark Cyan Mist.

"KILL!!!"

"Slaughter all these Great Spirit People!!!"

"HAHAHA, I'll eat their flesh and drink their blood!!!"

The moment Han Yuan charged into the mist, he heard a chaotic cacophony of battle cries, making him feel as if he had been plunged into a brutal battlefield.

He could already smell the thick stench of blood.

Besides that, he could also feel that the Spiritual Qi here was already extremely dense.

The Spiritual Qi concentration was roughly equivalent to that of an ordinary Low-grade Spiritual Land.

This was before the Middle Spiritual Land had even formally emerged, yet the Spiritual Qi concentration was already this outrageous.

Han Yuan couldn't imagine how potent it would be once it fully emerged.

However, he didn't forget where he was and remained vigilant.

The inside of the Mountain King Temple was also filled with the Dark Cyan Mist, and visibility was very low.

Han Yuan couldn't see what was happening up ahead, only able to hear the chaotic battle cries coming from that direction.

"Mist, disperse!"

Ding Zihu formed a hand seal for a Technique, channeling his Magical Power to try and disperse some of the Dark Cyan Mist.

It did have some effect.

A strong gust of wind blew.

The Dark Cyan Mist in a radius of several meters was blown away by the gust.

But a look of disappointment appeared on Ding Zihu's face.

Because while some of the Dark Cyan Mist had dissipated, the surrounding mist surged back in the very next second.

At this rate, unless he constantly maintained the state of casting the Magic, there was no way to keep the mist dispersed.

But for Ding Zihu, this was naturally impossible.

Although he was now a Three Souls Abnormal Person, his Magical Power wasn't yet abundant enough for that, so he had no choice but to give up.

"Hold your breath."

"There's something wrong with this Dark Cyan Mist."

Han Yuan said in a low voice.

'This mist is part of an Array the Temple Priest prepared for a long time. It can't possibly only exist to obscure vision.'

However, for Han Yuan, this was a small problem. His constitution was so formidable that holding his breath for several days was no issue.

"Lord Meow doesn't need to breathe either,"

the Orange Cat said.

Although he looked like an ordinary orange cat on the outside,

Han Yuan knew just how special this creature was.

That just left Ding Zihu.

The guy directly took out two Spirit Talismans and stuffed them up his nose.

"Heh heh, this should do it."

Ding Zihu chuckled.

"Then let's go."

Han Yuan nodded.

He quickened his pace and headed forward.

After entering the main gate, there was a spacious plaza. It was currently shrouded in the Dark Cyan Mist, and one could only see many figures fighting within it.

Because visibility was so poor, the entire plaza was a chaotic mess, filled only with an intensely thick aura of blood and slaughter.

"Oof!"

Ding Zihu suddenly tripped over something and nearly fell.

"What was that?"

He focused his eyes and was startled.

It was the body of a man whose head had been split in half.

From the looks of it, he must have been a Martial World Wanderer.

"No offense, brother."

"When I get back, I'll burn a stick of incense for you."

Ding Zihu said hurriedly.

Just then.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly.

A fierce gust of wind rushed in.

A pitch-black Giant Axe suddenly attacked from the side, violently chopping toward Ding Zihu's head.

Because the area was so chaotic, Ding Zihu didn't hear the sound of the wind at first, and it looked as though he was about to be decapitated.