Chapter 1345: Chapter 1296: Survival After the Catastrophe

Seeing Feng Wuxiu’s gaze, Yang Di inexplicably felt that this senior brother seemed like a different person.

Ever since being unable to apprentice under Ye Guichen, Feng Wuxiu had become increasingly cold.

However, she couldn’t go against Feng Wuxiu’s wishes and had to bow and say, "Yes, Senior Brother."

The surrounding mythical creatures were gathering more and more.

In this moment, there were already over twenty.

Every one of them had considerable cultivation.

If they fought head-on, it would only lead to death.

Watching the mythical creatures reveal their menacing fangs, Yang Di and several surviving disciples gathered around Feng Wuxiu: "Senior Brother, what do we do?"

Desperation filled everyone’s eyes.

Feng Wuxiu also furrowed his brows, staring at those creatures: "We fight them!"

As he spoke, Feng Wuxiu already charged out, heading towards a Wolf Demon.

"Sky-cutting!"

Feng Wuxiu’s sword slash changed the color of the world.

Boom!

The sword strike split the Wolf Demon in two, leaving it no time to react.

All the Wan Jian Villa people felt a surge of emotion upon seeing this.

"Senior Brother is amazing!"

"Indeed, Senior Brother’s Sword Dao mastery is high!"

"Senior Brother, we’ll help you!"

Yang Di and others charged forward.

However, those mythical creatures seemed to have opened their Spiritual Sense, knowing Feng Wuxiu was the strongest among them, leaving only low-level creatures to deal with Yang Di and the others.

Most creatures had surrounded Feng Wuxiu.

A dog demon shook its head, extending terrifying fangs, biting toward Feng Wuxiu’s leg.

Another giant frog leaped and spit out a long tongue aimed at Feng Wuxiu’s neck.

Even a huge grasshopper jumped up, spitting a green venom shot toward Feng Wuxiu’s face.

Almost instantaneously, Feng Wuxiu’s retreat was blocked by several creatures.

Feng Wuxiu was forced to summon three swords.

One sword slashed toward the dog demon, chopping off its head.

Another sword slashed the frog, splitting its tongue in two.

The third sword aimed for the grasshopper demon.

But the grasshopper demon was somewhat far, and as the sword flew, its green venom had already landed on the sword.

Sizzle!

As though corroded by a potent liquid, the sword instantly melted into a puddle of molten iron.

Feng Wuxiu’s face finally changed.

Preparing to counter-attack, he suddenly found his feet seemingly entangled by something.

Looking down, Feng Wuxiu discovered several vines.

"Damn!" When his body paused, a Wolf Demon lunged.

Feng Wuxiu had no choice but to instinctively block with his arm.

The Wolf Demon was unceremonious, biting off Feng Wuxiu’s arm.

"Senior Brother Feng!"

Yang Di’s eyes turned red upon seeing this.

But trapped by mythical creatures, the hope they just raised was quickly crushed by brutal reality.

Several disciples were bitten to death again.

The fear of death thoroughly enveloped them.

After losing an arm, Feng Wuxiu used his other hand to slay the demon wolf’s head.

However, his strength was already depleted.

It’s unlikely he can hold on much longer.

"Senior Brother Feng, think of a way to escape!" Yang Di couldn’t hold back tears.

She rushed to Feng Wuxiu’s side, supporting him with one hand while holding a sword with the other, fending off attacking creatures.

But this situation couldn’t last long.

Yang Di couldn’t sustain it for more than a few minutes.

The remaining disciples were either dead or wounded, unable to fight any longer.

Soon, Feng Wuxiu and the others were surrounded by beasts again.

This only took a few minutes, and besides Feng Wuxiu and Yang Di, only two remained.

Those two were also covered in blood, barely able to stand.

Feng Wuxiu looked at the approaching mythical creatures, feeling increasingly desperate, shouting to the sky: "Heaven wants to kill me! I never thought I’d die here without even seeing the secret treasure. Heaven wants to kill me!"

Yang Di only felt completely desolate.

There was once a time when Feng Wuxiu was so spirited.

He was the pride of Wan Jian Villa, even its future successor.

Yang Di instinctively admired Feng Wuxiu.

That reverence for strength.

If Feng Wuxiu could survive, he would have limitless prospects, even leading Wan Jian Villa to another peak.

But now, everything was too late.

There’s no room for maneuver.

Even if they wanted to escape, they couldn’t.

"Senior Brother, even in death, we die together!"

Strangely, Yang Di gathered courage and grabbed Feng Wuxiu’s hand.

Feng Wuxiu was startled, gazing deeply at Yang Di, a look of endless desolation in his eyes.

"Haha, alright!"

Suddenly, his aura changed dramatically.

He was ready to fight to the death.

Just then, a female voice rang out: "Senior Brother Feng, Senior Sister Yang!"

Immediately, four figures approached quickly. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

In the blink of an eye they arrived, then slaughtered all the mythical creatures.

One of them surrounded by ten swords, each strike killing a creature.

Within minutes, the beasts were annihilated.

Staring at the beast corpses covering the ground, Feng Wuxiu and Yang Di suddenly felt it was unreal.

Originally thinking they were doomed, now they survived.

"Senior Brother Feng, Senior Sister Yang, are you alright?" Feng Chuchu ran to Feng Wuxiu and Yang Di, looking anxious.

Yang Di stared blankly at Feng Chuchu, then looked at Ye Guichen and others, seemingly realizing: "Why, why are you here?"

"I came with Brother Chen." Feng Chuchu called these words quite naturally.

But Yang Di found it somewhat piercing.

"Where are the others?" Feng Chuchu saw only four of them, even adding the corpses only seven or eight.

This time, Wan Jian Villa had sent over twenty people.

"Dead." Feng Wuxiu looked indifferent, his face pale from blood loss.

"What? Dead?" Feng Chuchu clearly hadn’t expected her companions to be dead.

This place was far more perilous than imagined.

"You should go back, don’t move forward, ahead is even more dangerous." Ye Guichen walked over and advised: "Take Feng Chuchu back, I sense a huge conspiracy here, all of us are shrouded in it. Turn back now, or you might be buried here forever."

Ye Guichen glanced at Feng Wuxiu without saying more.

Ye Guichen had no fondness for Feng Wuxiu.

Helping was merely because Feng Wuxiu was a victim too.

And it was just a small effort for him.

"Conspiracy, what conspiracy?" Feng Wuxiu didn’t thank Ye Guichen, but Yang Di instinctively asked.