"It's people from Ten Lakes Stronghold. That bastard Lang Jing actually managed to get them to back him up!"
Yu Xiaohuan and the other human cultivators' faces turned ashen.
They could sense the killing intent emanating from the approaching group, clearly indicating they were here with malicious intent.
Especially upon sensing over a dozen energy fluctuations at the Mortal Immortal realm within their ranks, they became even more terrified.
Such a lineup was suffocatingly powerful.
The disparity in strength was so vast that they had no room to resist; they feared being reduced to dust in an instant.
"I wonder if Mr. Ji can hold them off. If he can't, I'm afraid we'll all perish."
A cultivator spoke with despair, the gap in strength being too immense.
Ji Mo, though formidable, was ultimately outnumbered. He might not be able to cope.
Even with their Heavenly Poison Demonic Ants, the enemy could easily kill them and escape, possessing such capabilities.
Ji Mo narrowed his eyes, his mind still holding onto the names of several despicable factions like Flying Phoenix Ridge, Tongtian Pavilion, and Ten Lakes Stronghold. These were betrayers of humanity, the dregs of society.
"This large pit in front of us is perfect for trapping and killing these bastards."
A glint of killing intent flashed in Ji Mo's pupils. These human scum deserved to die, and now that they had delivered themselves to his doorstep, he wouldn't be polite.
"There are so many of them, can he handle it?"
Miss Ning was initially worried, but seeing Ji Mo's calm expression, her spirits lifted.
"Didn't expect me to be back, did you!"
Lang Jing spoke excitedly, brimming with pride.
He stared at Ji Mo's face, expecting to see a look of panic and fear. However, the reality was beyond his expectations.
Not only was Ji Mo fearless, but he even smiled and greeted him, "Brother Lang Jing, you're something else. I didn't expect these idiots to actually fall for your trick. Let's team up later and kill these bastards together, splitting the spoils fifty-fifty."
Lang Jing was stunned. What was this maneuver?
This scoundrel was trying to sow discord!
However, such a low-level trick was useless. Wu Qian wasn't an idiot, why would he fall for it?
He wore a look of disdain, about to mock and ridicule Ji Mo.
Unexpectedly, Wu Qian's expression suddenly changed. He flung a palm strike, sending Lang Jing flying, and roared in fury, "Lang Jing, you ungrateful wretch, you heartless dog! I treated you like a brother, and you actually plotted against me."
"Brother Qian, I didn't! Don't fall for this dog's trick. He's clearly trying to drive a wedge between us."
Lang Jing flew a considerable distance, crashing to the ground.
He spat out large mouthfuls of blood, his chest bones shattered. Wu Qian's strike was brutal.
Wu Qian's face turned sinister. He walked towards Lang Jing step by step and stomped on his chest, causing him to cry out in pain.
Lang Jing hastily defended himself, "Brother Qian, how could I dare to deceive you? I can swear to the heavens, I absolutely did not plot against you."
Wu Qian revealed a sinister smile, bent down, and whispered into Lang Jing's ear, "Of course, I know. Someone as useless as you wouldn't dare to plot against me. You don't have the guts." Da Feng Novel Network
"Then why did you injure me?"
Lang Jing was filled with confusion, a bad premonition creeping into his heart, making him feel cold all over.
"If you don't die, how can I claim your immortal artifact as my own?"
Wu Qian revealed his true intentions.
As long as Lang Jing was eliminated, the immortal artifact would naturally belong to him.
Ji Mo's attempt to sow discord was something he could use to his advantage, conveniently disposing of Lang Jing.
This way, he could legitimately seize the immortal artifact without being criticized.
Lang Jing was dumbfounded. He never expected Wu Qian to have such a scheme in mind; it was despicable and insidious.
"Wu Qian, you shameless scoundrel! You're the truly heartless one. I trusted you wrongly. May you die a terrible death."
Lang Jing was so enraged his lungs felt like they would explode. He never anticipated such an outcome.
As a wolf demon, known for his cunning and deceit, he hadn't expected to be a mere pawn in Wu Qian's hands, played like a fiddle.
It turned out Wu Qian's earlier vows of loyalty and willingness to go through fire and water for brotherhood were all fake. This scoundrel was clearly after the immortal artifact, he had invited a wolf into his own house.
Lang Jing was filled with regret, but it was too late.
"Hmph, it only proves you're too foolish!"
Wu Qian's lips curled into a sneer, and he pressed down hard with his foot.
Lang Jing's chest burst open, and he died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
This scene stunned Yu Xiaohuan and the others. They never imagined Wu Qian would be so brutal, killing his own people without rhyme or reason.
After dealing with Lang Jing, Wu Qian's mood greatly improved. With a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Leave those two women be. For everyone else, leave no one alive."
"Yes, Young Master!"
The hundreds of experts behind Wu Qian obeyed and advanced towards Ji Mo and his group.
They were nonchalant. Their opponents were only a dozen or so people; a single spit from each of them could drown these individuals.
"My little ones, time to eat!"
Ji Mo wasted no words. Holding the tiger tally, he issued a command to the Heavenly Poison Demonic Ants.
Instantly.
Thick smoke billowed from the large pit, demonic energy surged like clouds and mist, and countless Heavenly Poison Demonic Ants, like a fountain, flew out from the hole, rushing towards the Ten Lakes Stronghold members like a tidal wave.
"Heavenly Poison Demonic Ants..."
This sudden turn of events sent the experts of Ten Lakes Stronghold into a state of utter panic.
They had initially believed that with their numerical advantage, victory would be one-sided.
Unexpectedly, it was the other side that had the numerical advantage. The overwhelming swarm of Heavenly Poison Demonic Ants made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, chilling them to the bone.
Screams erupted. Cultivators with lower strength couldn't resist at all, being immediately swarmed and devoured, leaving behind only bare skeletons in moments.
"How is this possible? How can humans control a swarm of demonic beasts?"
Wu Qian's face turned ashen. In just a few breaths, Ten Lakes Stronghold had lost nearly a hundred experts, causing him such pain it felt like bleeding.
He now truly suspected Lang Jing had intended to trap him, deliberately luring him here. This was a trap to invite the enemy into the stronghold.
"Ice Soul Silver Needles!"
Wu Qian unleashed his ultimate move. His entire body surged with spiritual energy. With a raise of his hand, runes swirled, and shimmering blue ice needles condensed into a flurry, striking in all directions.
The needles were as fine as ox hair and contained terrifying coldness, capable of easily piercing the bodies of the Heavenly Poison Demonic Ants and instantly freezing them into ice.
A large number of Heavenly Poison Demonic Ants were instantly killed, their corpses falling densely to the ground, clearing a large area in moments.
The other Mortal Immortal realm experts also unleashed their full power, breaking through the encirclement of the Heavenly Poison Demonic Ants and reaching Wu Qian's side, gaining a moment to breathe.
But the rest were not so fortunate. They ultimately couldn't resist and successively became food for the Heavenly Poison Demonic Ants.
Screams continued unabated as the cultivators of Ten Lakes Stronghold fell one after another, becoming corpses.
And the Heavenly Poison Demonic Ants were endless; no matter how many were killed, they couldn't be wiped out.
"There must be something wrong with that immortal artifact. Let's attack together, kill that dark-skinned fellow, and seize the immortal artifact."
Wu Qian roared. As long as the immortal artifact could be snatched, the lives lost would be worth it.
He led over a dozen Mortal Immortal realm experts and charged towards Ji Mo.
Ning Wenjing was extremely nervous. The enemy had over a dozen Mortal Immortal realm powerhouses, especially Wu Qian, whose Ice Soul Silver Needles were wielded with divine skill. A single needle strike would leave one dead or severely injured.
She drew out her four-meter-long great saber and instinctively shielded Ji Mo.
"Come out, my little darlings."
The tiger tally in Ji Mo's hand glowed with radiant light. He had finally established a connection with that unknown creature and was about to summon it.