The Quest for Immortality

”Vile creature, trying to run?!”

Lugu sneered coldly, then immediately stirred his blood qi, moving like a fierce tiger, and approached the elegant Barbarian Tribesman within a few strides.

The Barbarian Tribesman in fine clothes did not expect Lugu’s movement technique to be this fast; his face turned pale instantly, and he immediately took out a piece of bone and bit it to pieces.

Lugu’s palm had already seized his shoulder, and with a sudden squeeze, the sound of bones cracking was heard.

The Barbarian Tribesman in fine clothes did not utter a sound.

Lugu’s face slightly changed, and with forceful tug, he forcibly tore off a layer of human skin from the Barbarian Tribesman.

This was some unknown witchcraft, which enabled the Barbarian Tribesman to shed a layer of skin like a giant snake, thereby escaping pursuit.

The Barbarian Tribesman, now without fine clothing and even without skin, slithered like a piece of flesh and blood, burrowed into a nearby secret chamber, collided into a dark wall, and disappeared.

Lugu rushed forward, discovering a void behind the wall, extending in all directions, pitch-black.

Lugu’s heart was filled with hatred, without the slightest hesitation he jumped in directly.

But after a while, he crawled back, covered in black mud, with an extremely ugly expression.

Behind the wall was some unknown place, filthy and foul-smelling. He jumped in but could not find direction and failed to chase the traitor, leaving with an angry expression, only clutching the human skin tightly in his hand.

Mo Hua asked, ”Did you lose him?”

Lugu nodded.

Voices came from afar again, mixed with the sounds of weapons clashing, and several strong Golden Core auras.

Young Master Gongtu and his beloved concubine looked pale.

Mo Hua said, ”Let’s leave first.”

Lugu was unwilling to go, angrily said in a cold voice, ”I want to catch that traitor and ask, how did he forsake my brother and manage to survive.”

Mo Hua replied, ”Even if you chase now, you won’t catch him.”

Lugu’s expression became exceedingly grim.

Mo Hua stepped forward, pulled a lock of hair from the human skin in Lugu’s hand, said, ”Rest assured, he won’t escape now.”

Lugu was somewhat puzzled.

Mo Hua did not explain much, only said:

”Let’s retreat first, otherwise once more people arrive, we won’t be able to escape. There could be late-stage Golden Core hiding in this oasis.”

Lugu frowned, facing a Late-stage Golden Core cultivator, he could not afford to be careless.

After speaking, Mo Hua ignored Lugu and instructed Chi Feng to escort Gongtu and the woman away, while he left with Dan Zhu.

Lugu hesitated while watching Mo Hua’s back, but eventually followed them.

Mo Hua, being a shaman, had rather mysterious capabilities, and if he said the traitor couldn’t escape, he likely had some assurance.

The group moved outside the secret chamber.

Along the way, some people blocked their path, most were Foundation Establishment, and a few were Golden Core, but all were at the Early Stage, far from being a match for Lugu. In a few rounds, they either had their arms broken or their legs snapped.

Mo Hua was somewhat startled.

The strength of a Late-stage Golden Core general is indeed formidable.

The group fought their way out, leaving the prison chamber, reaching outside where flames lit everywhere, surrounded by layers of guards.

Mo Hua said, ”Fight our way out.”

Lugu took the lead, charged forward, and even without using any magic treasures, killed a large number of people with bare hands.

Four or five Golden Core surrounded him, yet with just punches and kicks, were all beaten to spitting blood, his momentum awe-inspiring.

For a moment, the oasis guards were frightened, none dared to approach.

Mo Hua and the others, relying on Lugu’s might, fought and retreated.

Upon nearing the front gate, suddenly a sinister green light rose to the sky in the distance, an elder in black-green robes, propelled by an escape light, fiercely charged toward them.

Mo Hua’s heart sank slightly.

”Late-stage Golden Core Barbarian Cultivator...”

Lugu frowned, he looked back at Mo Hua, said, ”You all go first.”

Mo Hua did not stand on ceremony, nodded.

After all, he could worry about anyone dying, but not about Lugu. .

Lugu stayed behind to face the Late-stage Golden Core elder in black-green robes.

Chi Feng led the way, Mo Hua and Dan Zhu, along with Young Master Gongtu and his beloved concubine, continued toward the gate.

Approaching the gate, Chi Feng spearheaded the path, killing several guards.

During the day, Mo Hua had already deciphered the gate’s formation.

In the land of Barbarian Tribes, besides formations related to Taotie, the formations in most places are actually not very advanced.

This time Mo Hua, with slight finger movements, as ink swirled, formation patterns consolidated upon the gate, unlocking the formation on the gate.

Mo Hua said, ”Break the gate.”

Chi Feng’s spear fired like flame, responding immediately, directly piercing through the gate.

Mo Hua and the others crossed the gate, leaving the oasis.

The pursuing troops followed suit.

Chi Feng held the rear and continued slaughter, relying on mid-phase Golden Core strength and ruthless tactics, killed several waves, and soon no one dared to pursue.

After temporarily escaping pursuit, Mo Hua had everyone hide near a reef.

Under the night sky, not far away, soon came a strong surge of power, as Late-stage Golden Core cultivators clashed, crystalline spiritual power and strength interwoven, blood-red mingled with black-green, shaking the ground, sandstorm in the sky.

After hundreds of rounds of fighting, Lugu dragged a massive bone blade, turned around and fled.

The elder in black-green robes, with a sinister and poisonous cultivation technique, couldn’t match Lugu in direct battle, who was decisive in killing, thus dared not chase deeply.

Several oasis Golden Core guards who attempted to stop Lugu also met with Lugu’s reverse attack, hacked one by one, chopped up into two pieces.

Golden Core great cultivators, in ordinary small locales, enough to establish sects and stand as ancestors, yet this evening’s battle slaughtered no fewer than seven or eight.