Although there was the cover of the Winged Cavalry Tribe, there were still a large number of Full Moon Realm cultivators infiltrating the various spirit stone veins around Xuanye City with the major camps near Full Moon City as the center. From time to time, they would attack the spirit stones that had already fallen into the hands of the foreign cultivators and some areas with abundant spirit herbs. Although there was the cover of the Winged Rider Tribe, there was no way to completely cover everything. Many places around Xuanye City were lofty mountains and steep ridges with towering trees. There were also some places densely covered with miasma. Even the spirit birds were not willing to go to such places.
There were also some places with smoke and mixed auras, so it was difficult to find traces of the small group of cultivators. It was naturally unrealistic to let these people of the Winged Rider Tribe land on the ground to search. Once they landed on the ground, they would lose the advantage of being in the air. They would be like tigers without teeth and would not be a deterrent to the cultivators of the Full Moon Realm. On the contrary, the cultivators of the Full Moon Realm were more experienced in fighting on the ground.
"Why are there so many cultivators of the Winged Rider Tribe? There are more than 30 of them. My God, they usually only move in one small group. Unless they encounter a lot of people from the Full Moon Realm, they will send out two or even three small groups. What are they doing? Could it be that they have discovered us?"
At this time, no one noticed that under the rich bushes on the ground, there were several cracks of different widths. Traces of Earth Spirit Qi constantly emerged from the cracks. The aura of the surrounding low-level spirit herbs concealed the aura of the cultivators hidden inside. As long as the people inside did not take the initiative to expose themselves, even if ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators approached, they would not discover anything strange. The Cultivation World was so big that there were many strange terrains. The cracks on the ground in front of them were just one of thousands.
Among them, a young male cultivator looked at the large number of winged rider warriors in the sky and couldn't help but shiver.
"If they had discovered us, they would have discovered us long ago. There have been several waves of winged riders before this." Beside him, a white-browed old man from the Green Pill Palace said carefully, "Be careful and try not to make any strange movements. If we alarm these winged riders and provoke other foreign cultivators, we will definitely die."
"No, Senior Sister, look, these people of the Winged Rider Tribe seem to be chasing that silver-haired young man." A cultivator in the crack suddenly reminded her in a low voice.
"Their speed is so fast!" There were quite a few people in the crevice, but they were all very careful, fearing that they would alert the cultivators above.
"That's not right. Is that silver-haired young man crazy? He actually took the initiative to rush towards the Flying Mount Tribe's cultivators. What's that mount of his? Its aura is so strong!"
"He must be a cultivator from our Full Moon Plane. I wonder which sect he is from? To think that he could subdue such a Skysoar Silver Corpse. His strength must be extraordinary. However, to think that he would be discovered by the cultivators from the Winged Mount Tribe. He must be in the throes of death. There is no way he could have escaped. What a pity." The white-browed old man who spoke up earlier could not stop himself from sighing.
"Senior Apprentice Sister Zhu, why do I feel that the silver-haired youth looks a bit like Brother Lu?" A green-robed female cultivator pulled Zhu Ling, who was next to her.
"Brother Lu? I think so too, but I'm not completely sure. " There was some suspicion in Zhu Ling's eyes. However, in her memory, Lu Xiaotian was calm and indifferent most of the time. The only time they interacted was when they entered the Forbidden Bloody Ground.
At this time, although the silver-haired youth also looked indifferent, it was rare to see him face dozens of Flying Mount Tribe's soaring fighting spirit alone. Ever since Lu Xiaotian reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, he rarely stayed in the Divine Cloud Palace. The only time he was at the Green Moon Peak, he was either refining elixirs or doing closed-door training. Even Su Qing, Oh Yeon, and Lu Xiaotian's closest fellow disciples rarely saw him, let alone her and Leng Qiaoyu. They only occasionally heard some rumors about Lu Xiaotian. Coupled with his silver hair, Zhu Ling could not completely recognize him for a while.
"Why? Is he your fellow disciple?" The white-browed old man asked in a deep voice.
"Somewhat similar, but I'm not completely sure," Zhu Ling said truthfully.
"He was directly exposed to the attack of dozens of Flying Mount Tribe warriors. In such a situation, not to mention that our current strength is far from enough, even if we have enough, it's too late to go out and rescue him." The white-browed old man shook his head and said, "No matter whether it's your Divine Cloud Palace's people or the Green Pill Palace's practitioners outside, we can't spoil the overall situation for one person. Otherwise, once our whereabouts are exposed, no one can leave here alive."
"That's right. We can't put so many of us in danger for one person."
The young cultivator at the side was Meng Yu from the Mystic Ice Sect. When he saw the white haired young man before him overlapped with the figure of Lu Xiaotian who'd spoiled his plans in the bloody forbidden area's cave, his gaze couldn't help but be filled with resentment. When his treachery was spread, Meng Yu's status in the Mysterious Ice Sect was also somewhat affected. After all, the relationship between the Divine Cloud Palace and the Mysterious Ice Sect was good. When such a thing happened, even if the people behind Meng Yu still protected him, they had to treat him coldly for several years because of the pressure. Naturally, Meng Yu put all the blame on Lu Xiaotian. Even if the silver-haired youth in front of him only somewhat resembled Lu Xiaotian, Meng Yu felt a sense of disgust in his heart for no reason.
Hearing Meng Yu's voice, Zhu Ling, Leng Qiaoyu, and the five practitioners from the Divine Cloud Palace gave him a cold look and did not bother to pay attention to him.
Meng Yu's expression was somewhat unsightly. However, his luck was not very good. The cultivator team he was in had been attacked by the foreign cultivators and suffered heavy losses. Now, the only ones left in the team were him and two other fellow disciples who were not lightly injured. In comparison, Zhu Ling's team was in a much better situation. They still had seven people, and only one of them was lightly injured. As a whole, they still retained a relatively strong combat strength. The three practitioner teams from the Green Pill Palace, the Mysterious Ice Sect, and the Divine Cloud Palace all suffered some losses of different sizes. Out of coincidence and the need to protect themselves, these injured teams temporarily came together and hid in the crack they accidentally discovered to avoid the foreign practitioners' search and pursuit.
At this time, neither Lu Xiaotian nor the dozens of winged cavalry warriors in the air noticed that there were some eyes staring at the battle in the air. At this time, their attention was on their opponents, so they did not have time to pay attention to so many things. In addition to the concealment effect of the crack, and the deliberate caution of the practitioners in the crack, even Lu Xiaotian's strong Divine Senses could not detect them.
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