The Hidden Yuan Sect was never shown to anyone. The craftsmen who built the sect had been secretly executed hundreds of years ago. They did not leave any descendants behind. Lihen Heaven had put in a lot of effort to find the location of the sect. They had sacrificed hundreds of spies just to find it.
Since it was hidden and only used for transportation, there was nothing to decorate. Rather than saying it was a gate, it was more like a spacious underground passage. The entrance was in a dense forest outside the city. According to the people from Lihen Heaven who led the way, it took more than ten years to find the entrance. The secret passage was for carriages to pass through. Naturally, there were no traps or ambushes. Yan Li led the Greenwood Army unimpeded. But after walking for so long, they did not see a single enemy, which made them feel puzzled.
Lao Hei noticed that there were torches hanging on the stone walls on both sides. He could not help but ask Yan Li, "Young Master, according to the terrain, it should be easier to defend in the passage than in the spacious area. Why did none of them show up? Why are they so kind to light up the way for us? Is there an ambush ahead? "
Yan Li said, "There must be an ambush. Since they gave up on the most advantageous method, it means that the ambush is much more effective."
"You are indeed the Young Master. My respect for you is endless …"
"Shut up."
"Yes …"
Yan Li cast a sidelong glance at Lao Hei, whose head was quickly drooping. Back in the days, this fellow was also a well-known bandit in the Lulin Gang. After following Huang Shaoyu for a few years, he had become so unreliable. Like leader, like subordinate. "You have followed Huang Shaoyu for so many years. You should know his temperament well. Do you really know nothing about his whereabouts?"
Lao Hei's expression changed and he said bitterly, "That is to say, I have worked so hard for him for so many years. Suddenly, he disappeared without saying a word. It is so sad. But Young Master, when the master comes back, please don't blame him too much. I believe that he must have a special reason for not saying anything … "
Yan Li said coldly, "You can't even keep an eye on your own commander and you still have the face to plead for him? Not only will I punish him, I will punish him severely. Neither of you can escape! "
Lao Hei was about to speak when he felt a slight vibration from the soles of his feet. His expression changed. Although the secret passage was spacious, it was halfway up the slope.
However, if a heavy object were to roll down, it would be a fatal disaster for the elites of the Greenwood Army. He had mentioned it to Yan Li as soon as he arrived, but the latter did not take it to heart. At this moment, he hurriedly sent out his Divine Sense. As he expected, there was a boulder rolling down in front of him, almost completely occupying the passage. If one was run over by this stone, how could one survive?
Just as he was panicking, Yan Li flicked his finger, and a drop of water flew out. In an instant, the boulder that was the size of a small hill was divided into thousands of equal parts, and was pushed back by an invisible force. Only a series of muffled "peng peng" sounds could be heard from behind, followed by a series of screams.
The army continued to advance. Before long, they came across a pile of rubble and crushed enemy soldiers. There were about twenty of them, and only one of them was still breathing. He was still glaring fiercely at the Greenwood Legion, but his neck was crooked with a kick from Blackie. "As expected of the Young Master, I had long anticipated this scene. Wahahaha …"
His laughter had just started when it was interrupted by a shrill sound that pierced through the air. A general on his left let out a muffled groan, and was pushed back by a powerful penetrating force. Before anyone could react, they saw his body explode in mid-air. More than ten people around him were affected, and many of them had their limbs blown off. They rolled on the ground and wailed in pain.
"God-Killing Crossbows!" Blackie's body trembled, and he hurriedly ordered the wounded to be carried to the back. He then hurriedly shouted, "Everyone, keep your spirits up! I wonder how many God-Killing Crossbows they've set up …" Before he could finish, the sound of whistling through the air came one after another, so dense that it made one's scalp go numb.
"It's over!" Blackie sighed in his heart. Back when he was following Huang Batian, he had already experienced the power of this crossbow. Even if the Lion King were to come back to life, he would not be able to grasp the trajectory of the God-Killing Crossbow. This was because its speed was like lightning, and it was impossible to capture it with one's Divine Sense. Of course, he had not forgotten Yan Li's existence. It was just that the Divine Sense was limited by one's cultivation. It was different from one's strength, and it could not exceed one's cultivation level by too much. If one could not reach a certain cultivation level, one could not obtain the magical power of that cultivation level. No matter how strong Yan Li was, even if he could fight against ten experts of the Divine Domain without being at a disadvantage, he would not be able to squeeze out a sliver of his primordial spirit. This was the core meaning behind the existence of cultivation levels.
Just when Blackie believed that everything was over, he saw the area around Yan Li light up. He knew that these beads of water were Yan Li's magical artifact, Farewell Song, but he did not know how many there were. At this moment, it seemed like several hundred more beads had appeared, all shooting into the void. The God-Killing Crossbow was fired.
The soul-chasing and deadly whistling sounds immediately faded away.
"Young Master!" Blackie looked in pleasant surprise at Yan Li. In his Divine Sense, he clearly saw that those beads of water had precisely cut through a God-Killing Crossbow. Because they had cut through the connection between the talismans, even the explosive power had been lost, and the crossbow had fallen to the ground like a salted fish.
Yan Li recalled the beads of water and said, "After all, you've only been with me for a short time. I don't blame you for making a fuss over nothing, but as the commander-in-chief of an army, even if you're temporarily, you must always keep your composure. Otherwise, your subordinates will only be more flustered than you are." Farewell Song's insight far surpassed that of the Divine Sense, allowing him to easily grasp the trajectory of the God-Killing Crossbow.
"I understand …" Blackie chuckled in embarrassment.
Afterwards, the enemy did not believe him and fired off a few more waves, but with Farewell Song, not a single one of them was injured. Very quickly, the Army of Greenwood approached the exit. Along the way, the abandoned crossbow beds were collected by Blackie as if they were treasures.
Suddenly, an opening appeared in front of them. The tunnel opened to the left and right, and the ceiling rose infinitely high. After a few steps, a vast underground palace appeared in front of them. Stone pillars that were so thick that it would take several people to encircle them stood unevenly. Under the illumination of some unknown object, they appeared in front of them.
"My goodness, what is this place?" Blackie exclaimed as he looked left and right, like a farmer in the countryside who had just arrived in a metropolis. His pitch-black appearance resonated with that of a farmer.
"The underground of the Branching Wing Formation." Yan Li recalled the situation in the Realm of Limits. Compared to this place, the terrain was exactly the same. He did not expect these stone pillars to reach hundreds of feet underground, and he did not know what material was used to support the ceiling.
The enemies who had been shouting about killing just now were now nowhere to be seen. This underground world was so quiet that it made one's hair stand on end. Once the novelty wore off, Blackie's keen sixth sense began to play tricks. "Young Master, in my opinion, there must be a trap here. Could we have come to the wrong place?"
Yan Li narrowed his eyes. Blackie had finally said something that cut to the point. If it was so easy to reach the core of the Branching Wing Formation, the Dragon Emperor Dynasty would not have been able to stand for a thousand years.
Just as he was thinking, the ceiling, which he thought was made of top-grade material, suddenly cracked open and collapsed.
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