The situation had become strange. In the Alpha Origin domain, the clone was flying on his sword in front while many figures were hot on his heels. In the midst of the pursuit, there was an endless stream of threats and threats.
The clone turned a deaf ear to them.
This made the pursuing cultivators extremely angry. They had always been on guard against such a situation, afraid that someone would appear out of nowhere to take advantage of them. However, no matter how hard they tried, they still failed. They did not know who was fleeing in front of them, and if they allowed him to escape, they would not be able to find him. However, from his external characteristics, he was a human sword cultivator.
There were also some people with good eyesight who noticed some disharmony. Although the gourd was constantly flying around that person, it didn't seem like it was going to be subdued. This inevitably caused people to have some hope.
As time passed, some people fell behind, but most of them were still unable to shake off their pursuers. Moreover, due to the nearby cultivators who heard the commotion and came over, the number of people chasing after the clones did not decrease. Instead, it gradually increased.
There were even several times when people intercepted him from the front and sides, forcing the clone to take a roundabout route.
It had dragged on for a long time. A truly successful treasure hunt was one that left immediately after snatching and concealing one's whereabouts. Others would not even know who had obtained the treasure. From this point, the clone's treasure hunt had dragged on very long. If not for his fast speed, he would have long been surrounded.
If this continued, the situation would only get worse. The Alpha-Origin's range of movement would shrink, and the chances of being intercepted would also increase.
The sword gourd and the treasure gourd continued to vibrate rhythmically, showing no signs of stopping. They were like brothers who had been separated for a long time, chatting endlessly.
The clone wanted to ask them if they were done chatting. However, it was useless to ask. Although the treasure gourd had some spirituality, it was still a treasure among treasures and had not yet reached the level of intelligence.
He could only use force!
He had not dared to rashly collect the treasure gourd because he was afraid of alarming it. The clone had a unique advantage, and the treasure gourd had already given him a huge advantage. However, from the current situation, there would be too many variables if he continued to delay.
After making up his mind, the clone circulated his spiritual power. The sword gourd vibrated slightly, about to activate the sword array.
If he wanted to forcibly collect it, he had to ensure that the treasure gourd would not be able to escape after being alarmed. The clone was a sword cultivator, so he could only activate the sword array to seal off the surroundings.
However, in this way, his speed would inevitably be greatly reduced, so there wouldn't be much time left for the clone, perhaps only a few breaths. At that time, regardless of whether he succeeded or not, the pursuers would catch up to him.
However, just as the avatar poured his spirit power into the gourd, before he could do anything, the gourd suddenly stopped vibrating. It no longer revolved around him and floated not far away from him.
The clone frowned as he stared at the treasure gourd..
Without any resistance, the treasure gourd in his hand...
.... so?
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Nan Xiong was still dancing on the tip of the blade. He had never felt so aggrieved before, and it made him want to vomit blood. It was undeniable that this guy in armor was unbelievably strong. If it were not for the group of people helping him, he would have been killed long ago.
He roughly understood that it was because he had stood out that he was being targeted like this. However, the other party's unforgiving attitude really made him furious. He secretly swore that sooner or later, he would tear off this armor and see who the person inside was!
Suddenly, the violent attacks were restrained, and the tall scarlet figure turned into a stream of light and quickly flew away. The attacks landed on the figure's back, but they couldn't do anything to it.
After a while, Nan Xiong breathed heavily and calmed down. His eyes were filled with the joy of escaping death.
He did not know why the other party had suddenly left. He felt that he could not hold on any longer. If the other party's attacks had continued for half a cup of tea's time, he would have been doomed.
The other party's attacks were unreasonable. They completely ignored everyone else and only focused on him. If it were not for his own strong foundation, he would not have been able to hold on until now.
Maybe the other party had also reached his limit?
Wearing that kind of armor must be a great burden for a Spirit Sea Realm cultivator. Normal cultivators would not be able to hold on for too long. Was that why the other party had retreated?
"Brother Nan!" Someone looked towards him, a look of inquiry in their eyes, asking what they should do next.
Now that the powerful enemy had retreated, what they should do next was a problem. Should they chase after the guy wearing the armor, or should they chase after the treasured gourd? Neither seemed to be appropriate.
In the previous confrontation, everyone had experienced the other party's strength. They had no interest in fighting with the armor. As for the treasure gourd … so much time had passed. Who knew if the treasure gourd had been taken by someone else? Rushing over now would be a waste of time.
Nan Xiong calmed down and straightened his clothes. He said, "I need to rest for a few days. Everyone, please do as you please. I, Nan Xiong, will remember your help today."
Everyone nodded. This was exactly what they wanted to hear, and there was no need for them to say anything more before they dispersed in groups of two or three. However, based on the choice of most of them, they still chased after the treasured gourd, and they were obviously unwilling to give up.
On the other side, the clone was still fleeing. Many people saw the treasured gourd being taken away, and they felt pain in their hearts. The threats and threats became more and more chaotic, especially the cultivators at the very front. They were all clamoring incessantly.
Some wanted the doppelganger to hand over the treasure gourd. Otherwise, he would die without a burial place.
Some wanted the doppelganger to leave his name and have a good chat with him.
Some even used the domain as a threat …
The doppelganger did not want to cause any more trouble. Now that the treasure gourd had been taken, he only needed to wait for the main body to receive him. Then, he could teleport to the main body at any time. At that time, no one would know where the treasure gourd had gone.
However, these fellows were too talkative. They were too noisy.
Moreover, Lu Ye felt that it was not very appropriate to teleport away so openly in front of so many people. At that time, he might expose one of his trump cards. It was best to conceal it while teleporting.
With a single thought, he already had a plan.
After a while, the cultivators at the front were pleasantly surprised to find that the human sword cultivator who had taken the treasure gourd was getting slower and slower.
They could not help but be overjoyed. They knew that this was a sign that he had exhausted too much of his spiritual energy.
If this happened to a spell cultivator, it would be very abnormal. However, if it was a sword cultivator, it was pardonable. Everyone knew that sword cultivators were the best at killing, but correspondingly, their endurance was the worst. Thus, when sword cultivators fought with other factions, victory or defeat would often be decided in a very short time. It was very rare for there to be a situation of a fierce battle. When such a situation occurred, it meant that the sword cultivator had fallen into a disadvantageous position.
This was a situation that every qualified sword cultivator would avoid.
Now that the sword cultivator was getting slower and slower, it was undoubtedly difficult for him to continue.
This made the cultivators who were chasing him see hope. It was as if they had all been injected with chicken blood. They mustered all their strength to continue the chase.
As time passed, the distance between each other got closer and closer. Gradually, they were within range of attack. Thus, spells began to move unhindered, attacking the sword cultivator.
The sword cultivator's situation became more and more difficult. His body was swaying left and right, like a flickering light.
There were three figures at the front of the pursuers. Two of them were humans, and one was from the Winged Clan. The two humans were able to charge so far because of their exquisite escape techniques, while the Winged Clan was able to do so because of their own abilities. This guy had a pair of gray wings and was naturally proficient in flying. In terms of flying speed, he was one of the best among the various races in the starry sky.
Seeing that the sword cultivator was swaying and not falling, the Winged Clan gritted his teeth and said, "Fellow cultivators, this is not the way to go. We need to have a decisive method."
The two humans naturally knew this as well, but the power of the spell techniques they were unleashing during their pursuit weren't all that powerful. Powerful spell techniques required time to be unleashed, so how could they have the time to do so?
"Fellow cultivator from the Winged Clan, what can you teach me?" One of the humans asked.
The Winged Clan said, "I have a spell that can determine the outcome. Please help me." With that said, he did not care whether the two humans agreed or not. He quickly transmitted a message to them.
Although they were not familiar with each other, there was a prerequisite for cooperation at this time. It would not be too late to decide who the treasure gourd belonged to after dealing with the sword cultivator!
There was no need to say this out loud. Everyone was well aware of this.
The two humans looked at each other and nodded. After a while, they each used a spell to attack the sword cultivator in front of them. However, this time, they attacked from the left and right, restricting the sword cultivator's space to maneuver.
Almost at the same time as they attacked, the Winged Clan's body shook. Under one of his wings, a black feather suddenly shot out and instantly pierced through the air.
There was only one black feather, but it suddenly split in mid-flight. In an instant, the entire sky was filled with traces of the black feather, enveloping a large area. It directly enveloped the area where the swordsman was, making it impossible for anyone to look at it.
Each black feather contained a great deal of damage. The feedback from the black feather allowed the Winged Clan to accurately determine that the sword cultivator in front of them had been beaten to a pulp!
A shrill scream came from inside, but it stopped abruptly.
He could not help but laugh, "Thank you both!"
With that said, his whole body turned into a black line and flashed away at an incredible speed, directly entering the area covered by the black feather.
When the two humans saw this, they immediately cursed. They knew that they had been used by the Winged Race. No one would have thought that the Winged Race had such a trick up their sleeves. With this trick, he could have caught up with the sword cultivator long ago. However, he was not confident that he could defeat the sword cultivator. That was why he had been holding back and waiting for the right opportunity to trick them into helping him.
Now, the sword cultivator was probably doomed. After all, he screamed so miserably. There was no chance of survival. The treasure gourd would probably be snatched away by the Winged Clan.
How could they tolerate this? Burning with anger, they attacked again and blasted forward.
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