Immortality Starts From Making Money.-Chapter 285: The Endless Vengeful Spirits

In just one hour, the Lightning Wind Carriage had drawn near Lingyang City. Its speed alone proved the terrifying swiftness of the Lightning Wind Carriage.

With five Tier-3 beasts pulling it, the carriage seemed to fly. Yet a thick tension hung over everyone, and no one could fully enjoy the extraordinary ride.

Suddenly, the Lightning Wind Carriages began to slow down.

The Withered Old Man jumped down from the coach seat and strode toward the Governor and the Wind Spirit Carriage.

"You only have time to burn an incense. Beyond that, we will depart."

"Thank you. That’s enough," the Governor said, breathing a sigh of relief.

Although the Wind Spirit Sect Master did not speak, his face was etched with gratitude.

Without wasting time, the two Golden Core Experts vanished into the night at their greatest speed.

This was no moment to hold back.

Seated inside the carriage, Mo Jian unfurled a small compass and studied it intently. His heart hammered in his chest.

From the messages he was receiving, hundreds of Wailing Revenants roamed the Western Region.

The Southern Region was worse than the Western Region, and he did not want to dwell on it.

He knew the Evil Sect was trying to conquer the weaker regions before turning to the central region.

If they succeeded, they could concentrate all their manpower on them.

Thus they must escape before they act. Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Suddenly, the dormant compass sprang to life. Mo Jian watched as the colors pulsed from its depths, and his heart skipped a beat.

This...

Without hesitation, Mo Jian activated the sound transmission rune inside the carriage.

"Prepare for battle!"

Inside the Dust Valley Sect elder carriage, it was deathly quiet, like a graveyard. But when they heard Mo Jian’s grave voice, every nerve in the room stood on edge.

Tension gripped their hearts like a vice.

Supreme Elder Zhao and Elder Bai reacted immediately, rushing out of the carriage.

In the Sect Master carriage, the two looked at each other and saw the grave expressions mirrored in their eyes.

Quickly, they unsheathed their weapons and rushed forth.

Disciples from the Southern Region also reacted with urgency. The four forces stepped out of their carriages with tense expressions.

Under the dark sky, the air was cold, biting, and heavy.

Disciples from the five forces held their weapons tightly and dared not breathe too loudly.

Disciples of the five forces stood motionless, listening to the oppressive silence, the darkness pressing in on them from all sides.

The darkness was not merely absence of light; it was suffocating, sending shivers down their spines.

Mo Jian was already out of his carriage, his expression grave.

"Every Golden Core Expert will fight the Shadow Lurker, while the Core Refining warriors hold the Wailing Revenant."

"A Foundation disciple will protect each other against the Restless Phantom."

Shadow Lurker!

Almost everyone widened their eyes in disbelief. Only the group loyal to Mo Jian understood the horror of the Shadow Lurker.

"This is bad," Supreme Elder Zhao whispered, unable to hide his cold breath.

Seeing Supreme Elder Zhao’s grave expression, everyone knew they faced a dangerous entity.

Elder Bai and Elder Zhao looked at each other and rose toward the sky.

"To the sky," Elder Zhao commanded.

All the Golden Core Experts were confused, but they followed his lead.

The Frost Moon Sect Master and the Nine Mountain Sect Master looked puzzled.

"Fellow daoist..." The Nine Mountain Sect Master attempted to speak but was interrupted.

"Watch your back, or you won’t know how you die," Elder Bai said with a grave tone. "Take the Frost Moon Sect Master as your partner."

Howl! Howl! Howl!

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dangerous roar emerged from the darkness around them.

"They’re here," Elder Bai muttered, ready to unleash his runic core.

Suddenly, lights began to bloom from the darkness. In a blink, the shimmering lights multiplied, growing thousands over thousands.

First appeared the Wisp Spirit. Behind them, the Restless Phantom swarmed without end.

But that wasn’t all; a sound of sorrow and grief filled the air.

Thousands of Wailing Revenants materialized.

Facing tens of thousands of vengeful spirits, everyone felt their spines prick with cold sweat.

"Father, behind you!" Mo Jian warned in a loud voice.

Huh?

Mo Jian’s father did not doubt his son and quickly invoked his defensive technique.

From the darkness, a humanoid vengeful spirit emerged and struck with deadly claws.

Boom!

Its claw struck Mo Jian’s defensive shield, and the force sent him skidding several meters.

Before anyone could react, the attack vanished back into the darkness.

This was the horror of the Shadow Lurker.

Tension gripped their hearts.

On the ground, the battle had begun. The Core Refining Warriors faced the Wailing Revenants.

The most formidable among them were the Lonely Spear and the Withered Old Man.

Each of their strikes pulverized countless Wailing Revenants.

The fighting was deadly and relentless.

Ahhh! Ahhh!

Cries of anguish rose one after another. Disciples fell, one after another.

Even the Core Refining Warriors could not escape the endless onslaught of the Wailing Revenants.

Ahhh!

Boom!

The Nine Mountain Sect Master failed to react quickly and was sent flying by a Shadow Lurker.

"Don’t act foolishly. Protect each other’s backs," Supreme Elder Zhao shouted.

Learning from his mistake, no one dared to act high and mighty again.

Mo Jian did not concern himself with the Nine Mountain Sect Master; he was watching the time.

"Withdraw...," he commanded. This was not a life-and-death battle.

It was merely a delaying action to hold the vengeful spirit back while those who went to retrieve the Lightning Wind Carriage returned.

"Inside the carriage now! Activate its defenses immediately," he barked another order.

Slowly, everyone retreated inside the carriage and activated its protective measures.

Quickly, all the Foundation Realm warriors and Core Refining Warriors returned inside.

The battle lasted only half a minute, but it felt to them as if they had fought for an hour.

"Let’s retreat," Supreme Elder Zhao suggested. "Now!"

Whoosh!

All the Golden Core Experts raced toward the carriage. They entered and slammed the door shut.

Boom! Boom!

The carriage trembled under the relentless onslaught from the Shadow Lurkers.

"Depart. Full speed," Mo Jian commanded.

Just then, two more Lightning Wind Carriages appeared in the distance, racing toward them.

Yet the danger was so immediate that no one considered attempting to stop.

Whoosh!

The carriages sped forward at breathtaking velocity, slicing through the endless veil of vengeful spirits like a hot knife through butter.