Watching the blade less than half a meter from his arm, Yu Daohen understood.
If he didn't reclaim the compass now, there would be no hope at all.
He gritted his teeth and, disregarding the incoming Minghong Blade, made his move.
*Swish—*
The Minghong Blade cut through the defense of the Earth Kun Hand, piercing his arm. Blood splattered everywhere.
Yu Daohen immediately withdrew his hand, filled with relief.
The defense of the Earth Kun Hand had surpassed his imagination.
Although the blade had cut into flesh, it hadn't reached the bone.
Yu Daohen looked at Shen Fengqing, grinning, "Your Minghong Blade isn't strong enough, you old fool."
Shen Fengqing's face turned ashen, filled with anger and unwillingness.
So close, just a tiny bit more.
Damn it!
Yu Daohen looked at the compass in his hand, seeing the characters "Seventeen" displayed on it.
Good, this was exactly what he wanted.
Even though he hadn't recovered the compasses from the fifth and eighth levels, the value of this seventeenth-level compass was greater than both combined.
Seeing Yu Daohen obtain the compass, Wang Ming and the others were all excited.
Wang Ming shouted, "Master Yu, which level compass is it?"
Yu Daohen quickly put away the compass and replied, "The seventeenth level."
Upon hearing this, everyone rejoiced.
Even without recovering the other compasses, this seventeenth-level compass was enough to offset the losses from the fifth and eighth levels.
Yu Daohen quickly stopped the bleeding from his wound, his mind racing.
Since the fifth and eighth level compasses weren't on Shen Fengqing, they could only be with...
Thinking of this, Yu Daohen instinctively looked at Li Tiandao.
He should have realized sooner that with Shen Tianming's personality, he wouldn't put all his eggs in one basket.
But now was not the time to dwell on that.
*Whoosh—*
Shen Fengqing suddenly swung his blade. Yu Daohen, with quick reflexes, raised his Kanglong Mace to block.
Although Yu Daohen's arm was injured, it wasn't difficult for Shen Fengqing to take him down immediately.
Shen Fengqing shouted at Huang Yueji, "Quickly finish that guy and take back the compass."
Huang Yueji nodded, intensifying her attacks.
Shi Bingzhi was at his limit, and Wang Ming's group couldn't hold on much longer.
Seeing the situation, Yu Daohen suddenly shouted, "Retreat!"
Wang Ming and the others heard him and began to withdraw, quickly regrouping around Yu Daohen.
Yu Daohen looked at Shi Bingzhi, who could barely stand, and asked, "Can you still hold on?"
Despite being covered in wounds, Shi Bingzhi's face showed a smile, "I won't die, as long as we get the compass back."
Looking at the eager Li Tiandao and the other two, Wang Ming's expression turned grim, "Master Yu, it might not be easy for us to retreat."
All of them were at their breaking point, and Yu Daohen was the only one still capable of fighting.
Yu Daohen hesitated for a moment, handed the compass directly to Wang Ming, and said slowly, "I'll hold them here, you guys get out quickly."
Wang Ming retorted, "Can you handle three of them alone?"
Yu Daohen took a step forward, a wicked smile on his face, exuding confidence, "Ridiculous, fighting three alone, even Haotian Fist couldn't do it."
"..."
Everyone was speechless, but there was no other choice.
Just then, a frantic shout came from the left, "Bastards, don't leave me behind!!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction of the voice.
Shen Fengqing and the other two also looked over.
They saw a figure covered in blood lying on a large rock, tears of joy in his eyes.
"So this guy isn't dead yet."
Yu Daohen was a bit surprised; he had thought this guy was already dead.
Fen Yue was already sobbing uncontrollably, his face filled with emotion, "Wuwuwu, you finally found me."
Yu Daohen said with some helplessness, "Evil Monk, you guys take the compass and leave quickly. Brother Liang, please go save that guy."
Liang Jing nodded, "No problem."
With clear objectives, Wang Ming's group turned and fled, while Liang Jing ran towards Fen Yue.
"You can't let them go!"
Shen Fengqing roared and swung his blade, charging forward.
Yu Daohen formed a hand seal, took a deep breath, and spewed out flames to block the retreat of the three.
But the flames were absorbed by Shen Fengqing with a raise of his hand before they could get close.
Forced into a corner, Yu Daohen could only swing his mace to meet the attack.
Meanwhile, Liang Jing had already picked up Fen Yue and shouted, "Master Yu, can you manage?"
Yu Daohen, fighting three opponents, had no way to parry them all. He grunted, "Go!"
Hearing this, Liang Jing no longer hesitated, carrying Fen Yue, he ran into the forest.
The three opponents, Shen Fengqing, Li Tiandao, and Huang Yueji, were not focused on Yu Daohen. After repelling him, they prepared to pursue the others.
But Yu Daohen entangled them, preventing them from breaking free.
Fighting three alone was indeed a losing battle, but holding them off was more than enough.
However, being injured ultimately weakened his combat ability. After just one exchange, he sustained several wounds, and his cheek was also cut.
Yu Daohen stood in front of the three, his wounds bleeding, his face half-covered in blood, but he still smiled wickedly and said, "It's probably too late to chase now, isn't it?"
Shen Fengqing's hand gripping the Minghong Blade trembled with rage, but he quickly calmed his anger and laughed instead of getting angry, "Heh heh, since they can't be caught, perhaps your death can still compensate for the loss."
Yu Daohen didn't reply; he understood.
Escaping from three Black List experts was not an easy feat.
It was a hundred times more difficult than holding them off.
"Attack!"
Shen Fengqing gave a low command, and the three attacked simultaneously.
Li Tiandao was the first to reach Yu Daohen, swinging his sword towards his throat.
Yu Daohen, quick as lightning, blocked the incoming long sword with his mace.
At the same time, Huang Yueji closed in, her long whip dancing, aiming straight for his throat.
Yu Daohen was forced into a corner. He had no choice but to ignore the wound on his left arm, condense the Earth Kun Hand again, and grab the attacking whip.
With one hand blocking each person's killing blow, and his body unable to move, this was his greatest vulnerability.
Shen Fengqing was waiting for this opportunity, and the Minghong Blade in his hand directly stabbed towards Yu Daohen's heart.
Yu Daohen looked at the Minghong Blade stabbing towards him without panic. He stomped his foot on the ground and shouted, "Wood Xun Array, activate!"
Countless green threads instantly emerged from beneath Yu Daohen's feet.
"A mere trick."
Shen Fengqing snorted coldly upon seeing this and raised his other hand, intending to absorb them all.
Yu Daohen seized the opportunity, his left eye condensing, and three drops of Samsara Blood Tears shot towards the three.
As Black List experts, the three merely retreated slightly and dodged the flying blood tears.
As Huang Yueji and Li Tiandao retreated, they both struck out with their palms.
Yu Daohen's hands were already trapped, so he could only brace himself and take the palm strikes with his body.
*Bang!*
The two palms hit him squarely. Yu Daohen's expression changed drastically, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into a large tree behind him.
*Thump—*
The large tree was split in two by the impact. Yu Daohen felt a dull pain in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Shen Fengqing and the other two had stabilized themselves, their eyes fixed on the heavily injured Yu Daohen, their weapons held tightly.