After losing the support of the pink undershirt, the meteors that had been resisted suddenly came down like a torrential rain.

The seven-foot-long sword hurriedly tried to fend off one meteor, but its blade, already full of gaps, was smashed into a limp belt within a few moments, unable to harden again.

Yankong's shorts fared even worse. They could initially fend off some debris, but the meteors, having been held up by the pink undershirt, converged in one place.

Now, a heap of meteors rained down together, and the shorts were directly torn, making Yankong the first to be unlucky. A flaming rock as large as a basin came crashing down on his bewildered face.

Yan Bing didn't fare much better; the shorts pressed down on him and Wang Xiao'Er, continuously bombarding them from above with meteors.

The many cultivators who were watching changed their expressions, backing away another hundred meters, watching helplessly as three figures were continuously bombarded by the meteor shower.

In the blink of an eye, all the houses in the southern part of the city were destroyed; celestial fire consumed everything, and cries and screams echoed everywhere.

Boom!

An enormous sound shattered the air as the three were finally smashed into the rubble, raising a cloud of dust.

Not until the meteor shower stopped and the dust settled.

Two figures were gradually revealed, with Yan Bing now covered in blood, his body full of wounds.

Yankong was even more battered, his once delicate face with a vermillion mole now swollen like a pig's head.

Though their lives weren't lost, the cost they paid was substantial.

Saying they shed a layer of skin seems like an understatement.

Wang Xiao'Er lay silently among the rubble and debris, his clothes tattered, but without many wounds. Seeing his chest slightly rise and fall, he was surprisingly still alive.

Yan Bing had just escaped the strange attraction, finally removing himself from Wang Xiao'Er. Looking at him now made a dark fire rise in his heart.

This accursed jinx, I just asked a few questions and ended up taking a meteor shower because of you.

Just when he was about to strike a killing blow, a sudden shout rang out in the field.

"Arrest these two people for me."

Zhao Yulin also came?

With both earthquakes and natural disasters, how could he not come? He brought nine subordinates, observing the second half and now recognizing the two seemed familiar.

Though he couldn't be sure yesterday due to the distance, one of them was definitely a very distinctive Grand Monk.

He immediately shouted to his subordinates.

"Zhanzhou Guardian Mansion in action, unrelated cultivators fall back."

After another roar from Zhao Yulin, he rushed towards the two, and the other nine followed swiftly.

Damn!

More cultivators from the Imperial Court; Yan Bing couldn't bother with killing anymore, immediately turning and flying out of the city to escape.

"Wait for me!"

Yankong cried out urgently, quickly following behind.

The two were already injured. If they ran slowly, let alone a Great Perfection Cultivator, even those nine Divine Gaze cultivators would be enough to capture them.

"What's going on? Ignoring the natural disaster, and instead capturing people?"

Some cultivators were puzzled, especially seeing Zhao Yulin's grand gesture, suggesting it wasn't a small matter.

"Let's go see!"

One Divine Gaze cultivator couldn't suppress his curiosity, leading the chase.

The others followed suit, one by one flying out of the city.

The air cleared instantly, leaving only Han Yu, who slowly descended after making sure no one else was around and was about to head towards the rubble when Glass suddenly jumped in his Sea of Consciousness.

"Don't go over there, his disaster just passed, a new one might be brewing, if you go over, you won't fare better than those two fools."

Was Wang Xiao'Er essentially untouchable for now?

"Loneliness is inherently part of the calamity, let alone this one ordained by heaven, helping him equals inviting disaster."

After a while, Wang Xiao'Er finally propped himself up, shakily standing.

The first thing he saw was Han Yu, he wanted to walk over, but his steps suddenly halted.

"Is my disaster starting, are these caused by it?"

He looked around at the broken walls and ruins, his face pale.

Never had he imagined the calamity would be so vast, destroying others' homes.

"It's not your fault. Those two cultivators approaching you made the disaster worse. Now you shouldn't approach anyone, especially no cultivators, find a deserted place."

Han Yu sighed helplessly, never having thought heaven's calamities to be so unreasonable.

He would indeed face it alone, anyone who dared help would be dragged in.

Utterly giving no leeway, no escape.

Wang Xiao'Er stood dazed for a moment, then gradually calmed down, finally nodding to Han Yu.

"Those two came to ask about you, they seemed to target you."

He didn't know the other details, but their demeanor surely wasn't well-intentioned.

Han Yu was speechless hearing this, realizing those two unfortunate ones approached Wang Xiao'Er because of him.

When did this start?

From when he entered the inn?

Shit! Those two have been tailing me!

Wang Xiao'Er was already staggering away, heading out of the city.

"Smart, too many uncontrollable factors in the city, in the wilderness the calamity should be smaller."

Just as Glass praised him in the Sea of Consciousness, Han Yu summoned flames and leapt into the sky.

"What are you doing?"

Han Yu looked in the direction Yan Bing and the others headed, grinning.

"It's the perfect chance to beat them down."

With that, he broke through the air, quickly departing amidst sonic booms.

Well then! Everyone's heading out of the city again…

——

"I'm thinking, maybe I shouldn't want that Dragon Blood Stone after all!"

Yankong lamented, flying urgently behind Yan Bing, with the sound of pursuit behind them.

Yan Bing glared at him angrily, speaking.

"Why tell me whether you want it or not, can't you run separately? Why are you sticking to me?"

Damn it, the target is already big enough, and you're still clinging to me, you fool.

"I just meant, if we shake them off, maybe I shouldn't seek the stone anymore."

Half of my life is gone, this place is not compatible with my destiny, it's better to return early to heal my injuries.

Yankong thought with a bleak expression, clutching his limp arm.

As for why follow him, can't you see my injury is worse than his! If I don't follow, and they start chasing me instead, won't I be finished?

People of the Evil Path sometimes need to embrace the spirit of enduring together in adversity, regardless of whether the other party agrees or not...

Yan Bing quickened his pace angrily, but unfortunately, Yankong the bald donkey still stuck close.

"If you keep running with me, neither of us will get away."

Yankong looked back at the ten figures behind them and smiled bitterly.

"If I separate from you, that's when I really won't be able to escape."

The pursuit continued for another two-hour period, dodging and changing paths, stretching fifty miles, yet still being tightly pursued without getting any relief.

Yan Bing realized that in this state, both of them being injured wouldn't last long, and couldn't help but consider Yankong.

If he could throw this guy over, it might help resist for a moment and buy himself time.

Yankong, sensing his gaze, felt a chill down his spine, quickly guessing his intention, and hurriedly spoke.

"If you dare to use me as a rear guard, I'll fight to bring you down with me."

Damn, this bald donkey understands too well at moments like this.

The sounds behind grew closer, and they could even hear Zhao Yulin's voice.

"Don't let them run any further, surround them for me!"

Time was running out, no other ideas came to mind, Yan Bing could only grit his teeth and say.

"Then let's join forces and delay them with Dreams and Illusions."

"Alright!"

Yankong also knew the situation couldn't be dragged on, so both he and Yan Bing halted simultaneously, turning back to perform hand seals and unleash their techniques.

"Confusion and Enchantment!"

"Red Skull!"

Under the urge of True Essence, a red mist, enveloping several pink skulls, swept back toward the enemy.

Zhao Yulin, who charged at the forefront, bore the brunt, and upon seeing the surging mist, held his breath, tuning his True Essence, forming seals with one hand, and gathering True Essence with the other.

"Xunfeng!"

"Midair Slash!"

A fierce wind blew against the mist, while the other hand turned True Essence into a ten-foot-long golden blade, slashing horizontally at the skulls.

The mist immediately dispersed, and the skulls were reduced to dust under the blade.

No sooner had he felt pleased than Zhao Yulin suddenly shuddered, as a strange feeling rose from deep within.

It seemed like an inexplicable restlessness, and at the same time, a Brahma Sound began intermittently resonating in his ear. When he reopened his eyes, he found himself in a lavish pavilion full of singing and dancing...

Seeing the ten figures behind them suddenly stop, Yan Bing and Yankong breathed a sigh of relief with labored breaths.

This was the most extreme output of Dreams and Illusions they had ever done, pulling ten people simultaneously into the realm of dreams and illusions, which taxed both Yan Bing and Yankong enormously.

"Quick, let's go!"

The Imperial Court surely has a cultivation technique specifically to counter such Ghostly Realm Techniques, and Yan Bing dared not linger. With a light exhale, he dragged his weary body onward.

About half a cup of tea's time later, a racing Yan Bing suddenly stopped, and a twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

On an open space to the left front, a red stone lay solitary, seemingly ownerless.

Indeed, they're using that trick again, that bastard is surely hiding underground ready to pull one over on me.

Old as it is, I still fall for it...

While cursing his weakness, Yan Bing's body couldn't help but dash forward.

To his surprise, another figure rushed together with him.

"Didn't you say you didn't want the stone?"

Yan Bing's expression turned cold as he glared angrily at the Grand Monk.

Yankong extended his only remaining hand, sighing.

"I can't help it, my body is too honest, it doesn't believe me."

The two simultaneously grabbed the stone, and unexpectedly, Han Yu did not make a move, allowing them to seize the stone.

"Give it to me, you're already more than half crippled, don't force me to kill you."

Yan Bing's face was filled with murderous intent, and he tried to pull it away with force. However, Yankong, unwilling to concede, clutched the stone tightly with his sole hand.

"Both of us have expended most of our True Essence, you're not in much better shape with your injuries."

"Peach and Plum Flower Source!"

"Burial of Flowers in the Valley!"

Both executed cultivation techniques simultaneously, with Brahma Sound and True Essence affecting each other, causing them to become dazed...

Han Yu stealthily emerged from the ground, cautiously proceeding, gathering two fiery auras to either side, ready to release. Unexpectedly, the two dazed figures suddenly snapped back.

No, they didn't cast illusions on each other.

They did perform the move, but they were acting, waiting for Han Yu to lose patience and make a move.

Now that Han Yu revealed himself, he naturally wasn't willing to waste such an opportunity.

"Peach and Plum Flower Source!"

"Burial of Flowers in the Valley!"

This time was for real; Han Yu's flames were instantly extinguished, and he was plunged into a stupor.

Damn!

These two have a hell of clever minds.

Even though I set the trap, they turned around and dug a pit for me.

Back in the illusion, Han Yu cursed as he faced a scene filled with beauties and music.

"They're attacking your physical body."

Glass quickly reminded.

Outside, after restraining Han Yu, the two exchanged a glance.

"Let's finish him off first!"

Both understood how troublesome Han Yu was, and with a meeting of the eyes, quickly reached a consensus.

Instantly, a bone-eroding red mist enveloped Han Yu, and Yankong, with a powerful gesture, sent several pink skulls flying toward Han Yu...

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