SFS Chapter 91 Escape from Death
Chapter 91 Escape from Death
"Run!!"
Suddenly, someone let out a piercing, desperate roar, which ignited panic among everyone.
The remaining cultivators at the mid-stage of Qi Refining or above, like frightened birds and beasts, hastily summoned all sorts of flying magical artifacts or activated life-saving escape talismans, transforming into colorful streams of light and fleeing desperately in all directions.
Meanwhile, many more early-stage Qi Refining cultivators screamed as they plummeted into the turbulent, muddy Red River below the moment the flying boat was severed.
Yang Changsheng's cold divine sense had already swept across the river surface, and those small boats and figures that seemed to be drifting with the current also carried a murderous aura.
Holding low-level magical artifacts or bows and crossbows, they were like water ghosts waiting for their prey, grinning maliciously as they prepared to reap the lives and possessions of those who had fallen into the water.
There's no way to go to heaven, and no way to go to hell!
These eight words perfectly encapsulate our current situation.
"Pfft!"
"what……"
Screams, the sound of blades piercing flesh, and the explosions of magic instantly mingled together.
The three cultivators at the eighth level of Qi Refining were like tigers among sheep, their figures moving like ghosts among the scattered and fleeing cultivators.
Sword light flashed, magical artifacts roared, low-level protective shields were easily torn apart, severed limbs and mangled bodies fell from the sky, and blood poured down like a torrential rain, staining a large area of the Red River below red.
They were ruthless and incredibly efficient, showing no intention of capturing or interrogating anyone alive; it was a naked massacre!
"A bunch of ants trying to run away? That's ridiculous!"
A sinister voice rang out, carrying the cruelty of a cat toying with a mouse.
"Hey, Fourth Brother, look over there! That woman in the blue dress is really pretty! I'm going to keep her here and have some fun with her!"
Another voice rang out, filled with lewdness and tyranny; it was that of the cultivator who had reached the eighth level of Qi Refining.
His greedy gaze was fixed on a beautiful woman whose face was as pale as paper as she desperately activated a wind-traveling talisman to escape.
Yang Changsheng took in all of this.
Pity? Anger? These emotions are deadly luxuries in a life-or-death situation.
His mind was incredibly calm, his magical power surged, and between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, a deep blue talisman with water-like patterns flowing across its surface was instantly activated.
"Tier 1, High-Grade Water Shadow Escape Talisman".
This talisman was sold and given away at Liu Xiaoying's last small gathering. It is quite valuable, far exceeding ordinary high-grade talismans, and has reached the level of a fine product!
"Splash!"
The moment the talisman's light shone, Yang Changsheng's body seemed to melt instantly, transforming into an extremely faint pale blue water shadow that almost blended into the light and moisture.
This watery shadow was silent and fast, like an arrow released from a bow, yet it carried a sense of tranquility as it skimmed along the surging river surface, heading in the opposite direction from the three killers.
It shot downstream.
Extremely fast and incredibly stealthy.
The three Qi Refining Level 8 cultivators who were indiscriminately killing, including the fifth one who had locked onto the beautiful woman, only felt a strange glint of water in the corner of their eyes.
Upon closer inspection, the pale blue water shadow was already a hundred feet away, almost disappearing from sight.
They didn't have time to make any effective interception.
"Um?"
The leader of the tribulation cultivators in the air suddenly turned his head, and two sharp, blade-like beams of cold light shot out from under his cloak, staring intently at the water shadow that was about to disappear into the distance.
"court death!"
He roared angrily, clearly not expecting that someone could escape with such an ingenious escape talisman right under his nose.
In his rage, he raised the cyan sword above his head once more and unleashed several sharp sword energies in the direction where the water shadow had fled.
puff!
At the same time, the sword light swept across, cleaving more than a dozen stubborn, grouped rogue cultivators in mid-air, their blood mist filling the air, as if venting their anger at being provoked by ants.
"Cough...cough!"
The bald-headed guard captain, severely wounded and covered in blood, had his face splattered with his comrade's blood.
He scanned the bloody scene around him, his eyes filled with hatred.
Then, he suddenly pulled out a talisman from his pocket, which was surrounded by purple light and had tiny arcs of electricity jumping around it.
"Damn it, you guys just wait!"
The bald-headed guard captain's face flashed with pain for a moment, then he didn't hesitate to frantically pour all the remaining magic power in his body into it.
"Sizzle!"
A blinding purple lightning suddenly erupted, completely engulfing the burly man's figure.
The next moment, the lightning transformed into a twisted bolt of lightning, tearing through the air and emitting a sharp crack. In an instant, it disappeared into the distant horizon, its speed far exceeding Yang Changsheng's Water Shadow Escape.
A lightning-type escape talisman, and an extremely rare, high-quality talisman known for its speed!
"Damn it!"
The face beneath the cloak of the leader of the calamity cultivators instantly contorted, his voice becoming somewhat manic due to his rage:
"Two high-quality talismans! One from a mere Qi Refining Level 6 kid, the other from a dying guard... truly unexpected!"
The veins on his hands were bulging, clearly indicating that he had been severely traumatized by the series of unexpected escapes.
"Boss, the direction of that lightning talisman is clear, and that kid with the water talisman can't have gone far either. Should we use the Spirit Tracking Tool? We're sure to catch two fat sheep!"
The fourth of the Jiexiu, who was in charge of guarding against the massacre of the escapees, licked his lips, his eyes flashing with greedy and fierce light, and asked urgently.
The leader of the bandits looked down at the river below, where his henchmen were frantically looting corpses and remains.
He glanced again at the beautiful woman in the fifth brother's hand, who had been knocked unconscious and whose clothes were disheveled, and then looked in the direction where the lightning and water shadows disappeared, his eyes flashing intensely.
Ultimately, greed was suppressed by the inherent caution within him.
His voice was icy as he said, "Forget it. More than sixty Qi Refining cultivators and the profits from this flying boat are enough for us to digest for a while. Although the Lu family has shifted its focus, the enforcement team is not just for show. Making such a commotion will inevitably attract attention."
"The escape of those two was an accident, but using our trump cards to chase them is too risky. Let's call it a day."
"Haha, boss is brilliant! Yes, yes, know when to quit while you're ahead!"
The gaunt sixth brother smiled obsequiously and was directing several henchmen to gather the looted storage bags together.
"This is a big payday! Fifth Brother, take it easy. Go back and have some fun with that woman later, don't let it interfere with our business!"
The third brother shouted angrily at the fifth brother, who was groping the beautiful woman.
"Don't worry, brother, I know what I'm doing... Let's go, brothers, let's go back and divide the money and eat meat!"
The fifth brother chuckled and roughly hoisted the unconscious beautiful woman onto his shoulder.
Soon, the six black-cloaked cultivators reunited with their subordinates on the river below.
Carrying their looted spoils and the abducted beautiful woman, they piloted several specially made airships downstream, quickly disappearing into the mist of the vast lower reaches of the Chishui River.
All that remained were the broken shipwreck, the floating corpses, and a glaring crimson stain, which slowly rippled and disappeared into the murky river.
Ninety miles away, at the bottom of the Chishui River.
The murky, icy river water, carrying immense pressure, filled every inch of space.
The light here is extremely dim, with only a few strange aquatic plants that emit a faint glow providing very limited illumination.
The riverbed is rugged, with jagged rocks, and countless skeletons and decaying wood lie dormant in the silt.
Deep within a narrow, extremely secluded crevice, Yang Changsheng curled up like a turtle.