To the west of Heaven's Moat, outside the forest, Lou Lan's border camp was in mourning over General Bazir's death.
Many Lou Lan cultivators were attracted by Ji Liang's bright and crisp neighing. They looked up at the sky. Above the forest of towering trees, Ji Liang's hooves glowed as it galloped on the clouds.
"It's the Sword Devil's horse! Stop him! "
A witchcraft cultivator with sharp eyes recognized the horse.
This was the horse that had toyed with them.
The death of their border hero, General Bazir, was related to the horse's owner.
For a time, many witchcraft cultivators gathered together.
There was strength in numbers.
Facing a horse didn't seem to require a lot of courage.
Hundreds of witchcraft cultivators flew toward Heaven's Moat at full speed from the camp.
At the same time, many Lou Lan and Rouli people were stationed at the foothills on the east side of Heaven's Moat.
The Lou Lan cultivators flew up as well and began to surround and intercept Ji Liang.
They flew up at the same time. The witchcraft cultivators on the west side formed a line and advanced forward. The witchcraft cultivators on the east side formed a straight line as well.
No matter how fast Ji Liang was, it would run into the Lou Lan people between the two parallel lines.
…
"Neigh!"
Ji Liang noticed something was amiss. It raised its hooves and stopped in midair.
It saw the witchcraft cultivators blocking its way. Each of them was dragging a purple ball in their hands. They wore purple cloaks and hoods. Purple gas flowed out of their palms. The purple balls seemed to be connected by purple chains.
The witchcraft cultivators behind it did the same.
It was pincered from the front and back. It looked like it had nowhere to run.
Ji Liang was extremely intelligent. It judged the situation before it and made a shocking move. It chose to ascend.
It rose straight into the sky.
Its head was up and its hooves were in the air.
The Lou Lan shamans raised their heads in disbelief.
"No wonder Great Yan's Sword Devil could rush to Rouli from the depths of Lou Lan … Such a fine horse is rare."
"We must capture it no matter what. If we can tame it, we'll use it. If we can't, we'll kill it on the spot!"
"Understood!"
The wizards rose into the air.
Two rows of cultivators followed Ji Liang.
Two rows of purple gas rose up, like two purple curtains in the sky, it was a spectacular sight.
Ji Liang was not in a hurry. With its legendary speed, it reached the highest point of Heaven's Moat.
This was not the southern part of Heaven's Moat. It seemed to know that this height was not enough to shake off the witchcraft cultivators. So it chose to continue upwards.
When it reached a height that it thought was high enough, the temperature dropped drastically, and the vitality decreased drastically. It was oppressive, oppressive, and difficult to breathe.
It stopped and flew sideways …
"I can't go up anymore! My vital energy is decreasing! "
Above that, there was no vital energy. Cultivators who had lost their vital energy were just a bit sturdier than ordinary people.
It was the same for witchcraft cultivators.
Ji Liang did not seem to be affected at all as it continued to charge forward in the air.
Then, his flight trajectory was like a parabola, bypassing the witchcraft cultivators' city wall in front of him.
"Stop it!"
"Attack!"
The row of witchcraft cultivators threw the purple balls in their hands at the same time.
A row of purple witchcraft circles flew into the sky.
Ji Liang's four hooves stepped on the air, making another parabola.
Whoosh —
A sorrowful cry.
Although it was a rare horse, it had to control its altitude at this moment.
Its eyes shone with a golden radiance as though they were burning.
Its only target was Great Yan … It would charge forward with an indomitable will.
Swoosh!
Under the obstruction of the witchcraft cultivators, Ji Liang crossed Heaven's Moat.
Its height was high enough to cross Heaven's Moat.
Above Heaven's Moat, the wind raged and blocked most of the vision.
The Lou Lan shamans turned around and gave chase in a frenzy.
"After it!"
"We can't let it get away!"
"We have to avenge General Bazir!"
"Revenge!"
Hatred rose in their hearts.
General Bazir was a grand shaman. In the hearts of the Lou Lan witchcraft cultivators, he was a hero akin to a god.
Hundreds of cultivators formed a square formation and gave chase.
Their teamwork was flawless.
They knew Ji Liang was fast. Therefore, they unleashed their witchcraft and coordinated with each other to form a pointed formation.
The purple streamlined body rushed forward.
When they unleashed their witchcraft together, their speed was on par with Ji Liang's!
In the Roulians' camp, the Roulians looked at the sky.
General Carlo was also attracted by this huge commotion. He rose into the air and looked at the pursuing team of witches.
Then, he sighed.
"Although I don't agree with Basil, and our tempers are at odds. But I still admire his personality and character. So many people are willing to avenge him. With such charisma, I can't compare to him. "
As soon as he finished speaking, a subordinate at the side bowed and said, "General, before Bazzle died, he personally led his men and drove Yu Shangrong into Rouli's territory. His objective was to frame you and sow discord between Rouli and the Evil Sky Pavilion."
"Is that so?" Carlo frowned.
"General, you can investigate this matter. He also said that … his Lou Lan doesn't need someone like you … "He stuttered, hesitating.
"Just say it, this general will forgive you!"
"There's no need for trash like you. He can kill Yu Shangrong on his own."
Hearing this.
Carlo's eyelids twitched a few times, his eyes burning with anger.
He snorted. "Serves him right."
After he finished speaking, he descended to the ground.
The subordinate nodded and descended as well. After all, Carlo was telling the truth. Even if he was not, there was no way to tell the truth now.
…
The team of witches chased after Ji Liang.
Perhaps, due to the repeated trips to and fro between Heaven's Moat and the quagmire, Ji Liang's speed had slowed down by 30%.
"Kill it!"
"It can't hold on any longer!"
The witchcraft cultivators noticed this and increased the flow of their witchcraft power.
The forward speed of the sharp arrow instantly increased by several times.
Neigh!
Ji Liang continued galloping.
It crossed mountains, rivers, and forests.
"Work together and shoot it down!"
"Alright!"
The witchcraft cultivators pushed their witchcraft power forward at the same time.
The purple gas gathered at the front of the team. It was the witchcraft cultivator who was leading the charge.
A purple bow and arrow materialized between his palms.
"B * stard! Let's see where you can run to! "
He pushed his palms forward.
The purple bow and arrow shot out.
Bam!
The witchcraft cultivators were so well-coordinated that they could only gasp in amazement.
The arrow was bound to hit its target.
Neigh!
When Ji Liang raised its hooves, the bow and arrow on its back arrived quietly.
Everyone thought the arrow would hit its target.
Whizz!
The sound of energy resonating rang in the air.
"Who dares touch my horse?!"
A figure flashed and appeared behind Ji Liang with a single palm in front of him.
His fingers glowed with blue light.
His face was old, but his eyes were bright. He caught the arrow with one hand.
…
The witchcraft cultivators from Lou Lan had never imagined that someone could pull off such a dangerous feat.
Everyone's eyes and expressions were filled with excitement.
They thought they were hallucinating …
However, the witchcraft cultivators were vigilant. How could they tell if it was an illusion?
This was not an illusion!
The frail-looking old man who appeared before the huge purple bow and arrow … was real.
"Oh no, we're too deep … Prepare to retreat!"
At this moment, they realized they had forgotten that they were in Great Yan's territory while they were in pursuit.
"Mhm. Don't panic. Great Yan cultivators are our enemies. Don't mess up our formation. Retreat to the camp."
"This crossbow can hold him back. Retreat —"
Meanwhile.
The old man who held the arrow with one hand pushed his palm forward.
Boom!
The purple crossbow bolt, which was formed by the combined power of hundreds of people, was shattered by the blue palm print.
The blue palm print broke through the scattered purple witchcraft and flew forward.
The warlock at the very front felt his hair stand on end as he roared, "Block!"
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