The other natives also retreated one after another, their faces turning grim.
Mo Qi, pulling Murong Yanran, retreated rapidly, while General Duan pursued him.
With disdain, Mo Qi unleashed the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors. "I can't be bothered with you lot. Let this play with you."
The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors flashed like lightning towards General Duan. Before General Duan could even see what it was, he felt the offensive was incredibly fierce and irresistible. He had no choice but to swiftly dodge.
Little Dot swiped a claw at General Feng, appearing as if a gorilla swatting a fly.
General Feng swayed his body, vanishing abruptly. Little Dot's palm struck the ground with a boom, kicking up dust and smoke that lingered for a long time.
Other natives surged forward, seemingly all insignificant figures. Mo Qi released the little blood figure. After its body had exploded last time, the little blood figure's body seemed to have undergone a fundamental change. Although it suffered temporary injuries, as its body gradually recovered, its cultivation reached unprecedented heights.
At that time, when Mo Qi fed it the Stress-Relief Pill, it had attained the strength to fight a saint.
And now, after its "rebirth," whether it could fight a saint was something Mo Qi eagerly awaited.
At this moment, it opened its mouth and spat out a long blood waterfall. The waterfall flowed forward, instantly engulfing the natives. Those people struggled a few times within the bloodfall before merging into it.
Murong Yanran had summoned the Heaven-Turning Seal, preparing for a great battle. To her surprise, in the blink of an eye, there were no opponents left!
Murong Yanran reluctantly put away the Heaven-Turning Seal.
Meanwhile, in front of Little Dot, the dust gradually dispersed, revealing a massive pit in the ground.
Little Dot looked around, searching everywhere for General Feng.
Suddenly, the ground showed signs of movement. Little Dot's gaze fixed tensely on the pit.
Then, the pit began to rise, as if a mountain was gradually ascending from beneath the ground. It pushed aside the rocks on the surface, and dust rained down like raindrops, stirring up the air.
More smoke and fog billowed!
Amidst the swirling mist, a colossal figure stood erect. Its eyes were like black, deep pools, its nostrils like mountain caves, and its mouth like a gaping canyon. Its entire form resembled a towering peak, resembling a giant gorilla.
The colossal gorilla roared at the sky, stomped its foot, creating a hole in the ground. With another step, another hole appeared.
Little Dot, in front of it, appeared very small, like a wild boar looking up at an elephant.
The colossal gorilla (General Feng) laughed arrogantly, "You're still too young to transform in front of me, you beast..."
Before he could finish speaking, Little Dot flickered and suddenly appeared before him, unleashing a palm strike. General Feng flew out like a meteor, smashing through peaks as he went, before crashing to the ground and flattening another mountain.
As General Feng was about to get up, Little Dot moved like lightning, taking a few steps forward and landing before him. It pinned him down and, without regard for his head or feet, began to pummel him, leaving General Feng with torn flesh and bleeding profusely.
General Feng repeatedly begged for mercy, shouting, "Spare me, spare me! I'm willing to be your mount."
Mo Qi walked over, smiling, "You said it yourself, didn't you?"
General Feng, almost beaten to death, repeatedly said, "I said it, I'm willing, I'm willing."
Mo Qi waved his hand, "Little Dot, stop."
Little Dot then ceased its attack, reverting to its original form, appearing very cute and harmless.
General Feng also reverted to his original form, his face a mask of misery as he lay on the ground, ready to be mounted.
Mo Qi felt bewildered, "What are you doing?"
General Feng was on the verge of tears, "Didn't you tell me to be its mount?"
Mo Qi rolled his eyes, "You actually took that seriously. It's so small, how can you ride it? Offer a shoulder, and it can perch on your shoulder then."
General Feng's face was filled with shock, "Just, just like that?"
Mo Qi stated decisively, "Just like that."
General Feng was overjoyed and immediately grabbed Little Dot, placing it on his shoulder, "Alright."
At this moment, General Duan was being chased by the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, his clothes torn and skin grazed, still bleeding.
More importantly, on several occasions, the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors had nearly severed his head, terrifying him to the core.
Seeing that General Feng had saved his life, he also scrambled towards Mo Qi, shouting as he ran, "I'm also willing to be a mount, I'm willing!"
Just then, the little blood figure, which was outside, cried out, "The limit is approaching!" and landed directly on General Duan's shoulder, baring its teeth and sticking out its tongue at the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, as if to say, "He's mine, don't bully him."
Mo Qi made a gesture, summoning the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors back, lest they turn on each other.
However, the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors was clearly displeased and refused to turn back. It was clearly its prey, so why had it become someone else's mount? It should be its own mount, shouldn't it? Why?
Mo Qi dared not underestimate the current little blood figure; it was possible Mo Qi himself couldn't defeat it. How could the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors possibly resist it? Wasn't that suicidal?
Mo Qi quickly flew forward, directly grabbing the connection point between its two scissors and holding it.
The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors thrashed its head and tail, attempting to break free from Mo Qi's grasp but was powerless.
Mo Qi gave it a piece of the Spirit Communication Leaf, telling it that it was compensation and that eating it would enhance its cultivation. Only then did the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors quiet down and was obediently tossed into the storage bag.
At this moment, the Fire Demon seized the opportunity to jump out of the storage bag, saying indignantly, "I want a mount too."
Mo Qi thought for a moment and said, "Who would be willing to be your mount? Wouldn't you just burn them to death?"
The Fire Demon calmed down slightly and then said, "Then help me figure out some kind of pill to solve this problem. I must have a mount; walking every day is too tiring for me."
"I'll spoil you rotten!"
Mo Qi scorned inwardly but said perfunctorily, "Alright, I'll research it and figure out a way for you slowly."
Although General Duan and General Feng outwardly submitted, Mo Qi knew that appearances could be deceiving. If they turned on him in the middle of the night, wouldn't he be caught off guard?
Furthermore, Mei might have placed some restrictions on them. If Mei were to use such a restriction technique, it would be easy for them to defect.
Therefore, to be safe, Mo Qi established soul contracts with both General Duan and General Feng.
As soon as Mo Qi uttered "Go," an anomaly occurred in the field.
A thunderous roar echoed from the sky, striking the ground and creating a cloud of black smoke. After the black smoke dissipated, the ground turned scorched black.
The scorched blackness rapidly spread outwards, like a flood, aggressively eroding the earth. Wherever it passed, it turned the ground into a charred mess.
This scene felt eerily familiar.
Mo Qi felt uneasy. General Duan and General Feng's faces changed drastically, as if they had seen a demon.
Almost without hesitation, General Duan and General Feng shouted, "Run!" and turned to flee into the distance.
Little Dot and the little blood figure, perched on their respective shoulders, were also carried away in their frantic escape.
As they shouted, Mo Qi had already grabbed Murong Yanran and fled into the distance.
The Fire Demon was a step behind, finding itself in a perilous situation.