Just as the Fatty barged into the weasel’s den, the Consort’s shadow detached from him.
The Consort was like a demon now, her face severely rotted, eyes sunken, skin devoid of its former radiance, replaced only by decaying flesh.
Her hair, like vines, continuously strangled the surrounding weasels.
Her speed in killing weasels was even faster than Zhang Qilin's.
The Great Yellow Immortal’s focus was still on Zhang Qilin, so it didn’t pay attention to the Consort’s rampant slaughter for the moment.
Amidst dozens of weasels, the Fatty, with his broken sword, sliced off two weasel heads before charging in.
“Feifei is amazing, I must reward you tonight!”
The Fatty glanced at the Consort, a look of adoration and pride on his face.
Indeed, look, my wife is so strong.
The Fatty, having been through combat, quickly regained his composure. The broken sword repelled the surrounding weasels.
Simultaneously, he slapped Xie Yuchen across the face.
“Hoo… so refreshing~”
This was the first time the Fatty had hit someone from a prominent family, and the sensation was quite different.
Just as he was about to do it again, Xie Yuchen woke up.
“Brother Wang, what happened to me?”
“You were dazed by the stench from these weasels. Let’s retreat.”
The Fatty said, leading Xie Yuchen. The broken sword cleared a path, but due to the overwhelming numbers, Xie Yuchen’s body was scratched several times during the retreat.
The Fatty wasn’t faring much better; his clothes were almost torn off.
Fortunately, his body was strong, otherwise, it would have been difficult to handle.
The most difficult situation was for Hu Bayi. He was Zhang Tian’s last line of defense and didn't possess high combat prowess. By now, Hu Bayi was covered in wounds but hadn't retreated an inch.
Within a minute.
The weasels’ casualties rose sharply.
And from the grave they had just been in, more and more weasels kept emerging.
At this moment, the Great Yellow Immortal realized that its heavenly lightning couldn’t hit Zhang Qilin. It then turned its gaze to its surroundings.
When it saw a female ghost in red frantically slaughtering its offspring, it trembled with rage.
“Crackle.”
The sky made a sound again.
Seeing this, the Consort transformed into a red shadow and disappeared almost instantly. She reappeared behind the Great Yellow Immortal.
She was a soul body, could become invisible, and was extremely fast, making her adept at dealing with demonic creatures.
Arriving behind the Great Yellow Immortal, the Consort frowned slightly.
Her pale, rotting face showed a hint of shock.
“Not the main body?”
Seeing this, the Consort wanted to attack, but it was too late. The Great Yellow Immortal had already vanished from its spot.
This time, it reappeared in front of the Fatty.
“Not good!”
“Shameless scoundrel!”
The Consort cursed inwardly.
This weasel was extremely cunning. It must have seen her emerge from the Fatty earlier.
That’s why it planned to attack the Fatty.
“Holy crap!”
The Great Yellow Immortal rushed to the Fatty, heavenly lightning surging.
It struck towards the Fatty’s head.
If this strike landed, the Fatty would surely die.
Even Zhang Qilin wouldn't dare to take it head-on, let alone him.
In an instant, all eyes seemed to be focused on the Fatty.
“Fatty, run!”
Hu Bayi also shouted.
Xie Yuchen wanted to intervene, but the lightning was already falling.
“Crack!”
As the thunder struck, the Fatty closed his eyes, knowing he couldn’t dodge it.
However, the next moment, he felt no pain at all.
“My cultivation has increased? Why doesn't it hurt?”
The Fatty asked in confusion.
“I took it for you!”
The Consort’s voice echoed. The Consort, whose dress was originally pale red, was now black, clearly indicating that her cultivation had regressed from being struck by heavenly lightning.
Furthermore, her soul body had suffered a severe blow.
“Con, Con, Consort Consort, are you alright?”
The Fatty’s heart ached.
“Nonsense, retreat quickly, we can’t fight it.”
The Consort was not in good shape.
She wished she could beat the Fatty to death. Was this the time to discuss feelings?
“Oh, right, right.”
The Fatty nodded quickly and then scurried towards Zhang Tian.
Seeing that the heavenly lightning was blocked by the Consort, Hu Bayi and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
They all began to gather towards Zhang Tian.
The Great Yellow Immortal was shaking with anger, its white beard floating, clearly infuriated by the Consort.
After blocking one more attack, the Consort retreated into the Fatty’s jade pendant.
She needed to rest. Her hope of condensing a physical body seemed to be gone.
The Fatty was so moved he was in tears. Indeed, although he suffered torture every night, it was the Consort who ultimately saved him.
Zhang Qilin killed a few more weasels and moved towards Zhang Tian.
There were too many of them, they couldn’t possibly kill them all, let alone the Great Yellow Immortal in the sky, which hadn’t fully unleashed its power yet.
Zhang Qilin didn’t believe it. It could only use lightning; it clearly had many other skills it hadn’t revealed.
“Boss, are you ready?”
The Fatty supported Hu Bayi.
“Ready!”
Zhang Tian finally dripped Zhang Qilin’s blood into the formation, and then the shadow of a Qilin faintly appeared.
Zhang Tian had expended too much blood and was currently exhausted.
“Lure that Immortal into the formation, and we’ll prepare to run.”
Zhang Tian had suffered a setback today, and his heart felt heavy.
Who knew this place was actually a grave mound.
The Fatty nodded. He bent down, his backside facing the Great Yellow Immortal.
“You call yourself an Immortal? Go home and ask your father for a piss, then take a look at yourself, are you worthy?”
“Right, right, Fatty is right. You are useless. Your mom told you to go home and harvest wheat.”
Xiao Hu, like a follow-up act, poked his head out from behind Zhang Tian and spewed a string of eloquent words.
Hearing the banter between the Fatty and Xiao Hu, how could the Great Yellow Immortal tolerate it?
With a wave of its whisk, the Great Yellow Immortal rushed forward, and the other weasels charged recklessly.
The Great Yellow Immortal’s figure confidently entered the formation. It was proud, as it had been from the start.
“Formation activate!”
Seeing them enter the formation, Zhang Tian formed hand seals, and the shadow of a Qilin appeared.
“A Daoist priest?”
The Great Yellow Immortal was stunned for a moment, then a sinister smile appeared on its lips. With another wave of its whisk, yellow light erupted.
Countless yellow lights struck the formation, emitting dull buzzing sounds. After the sounds, the formation remained intact, and the Qilin’s roar could faintly be heard.
A hint of astonishment flashed in its eyes.
“Formed with blood?”
“Kid, you’re ruthless.”
The Great Yellow Immortal uttered a few words. Forming a formation with blood consumed a great deal of energy. Usually, after setting up a formation, one would be completely drained.
Zhang Tian didn’t want to waste words with it.
“Let’s go quickly.”
Zhang Tian said, and the group desperately ran towards the east.
Hu Bayi was the most seriously injured. He had held off many weasels alone, and his body was covered in scratches.
“Old Hu, eat the Snow Lotus Pill.”
Zhang Tian reminded him. Hu Bayi’s eyes lit up; he had forgotten about it.
Without hesitation, Hu Bayi swallowed the Snow Lotus Pill. As expected, his injuries began to recover at a visible rate.
“Boss, this pill is really fast.”
The Fatty gave a thumbs-up.
Zhang Tian shot him a look, and the group quickened their pace.
Countless weasels watched Zhang Tian escape. The Great Yellow Immortal’s eyes turned green with rage.
This was only one of its grave posts, so this was merely an illusion. If the true body had come, Zhang Tian’s formation would have been unable to trap it.
Countless weasels struggled within the Qilin formation, and a large number of them were killed or injured.
After an incense stick’s worth of time, Zhang Tian and the others had run a considerable distance. They all breathed a sigh of relief when they felt safe.
Zhang Qilin had been frowning the entire way, clearly finding some oddities in the recent events.