Chapter 1712 - 310:

But fortunately, the injury wasn't severe, and he could afford the tuition fees.

Besides, although the Daoist hid it well, Tan Wenbin still heard the opponent's heart beating excessively.

It seems the Daoist's sword was sharp and fierce, yet not lasting enough.

Tan Wenbin spread his hands, gazing at the red appearing in his palm.

After a rough estimate, if he continued maintaining that intensity of engagement, he was sure he could wear down the Daoist.

"No more resting, continue!"

Tan Wenbin leaped like a monkey, the Daoist retreated, and as Tan Wenbin landed there, he hunched forward again.

The Daoist's intention now was still to resolve the current obstruction quickly to save his superior, choosing first to evade and seek gaps for a devastating strike.

However, Tan Wenbin's senses were incredibly sharp, never giving him the chance to take advantage, causing the Daoist to nearly be injured by allowing Tan to come close.

Though his body was agile, it was also extremely delicate; in the past, as he strolled on the river tides, he only launched a single strike and then swiftly retreated behind his companions, never lingering in battle.

Thus, he had to adjust his strategy and resume his offensive.

Seeing this, Tan Wenbin no longer attacked, continuing specialized training in movement technique.

But whenever the Daoist tried to retreat for a breather as before, Tan Wenbin would proactively pounce forward, disrupting the opponent's rhythm.

With no other option, the Daoist pulled out a piece of talisman paper and shouted lowly:

"Floating Cloud Taoist Skill—Imprisonment Circle!"

The Peach Wood Sword pierced through the talisman paper, drawing a circle in front of Tan Wenbin.

Suddenly, Tan Wenbin felt everything around him become blurred.

The Peach Wood Sword pierced again, this time stabbing Tan Wenbin's right shoulder.

Tan Wenbin's left hand immediately extended, grabbing the Peach Wood Sword, ignoring the scorching white smoke rising from his palm when he touched it, he said deeply:

"Nantong Sorcery—Not yet thought of!"

The whites of his eyes disappeared completely, turning black, the black swirling rapidly, amidst the blur before him, he accurately locked onto the Daoist's eyes, intimidating!

"Uh…"

A muffled groan emitted from the Daoist's throat, blood streamed from the corners of his eyes, his vision turned red.

Tan Wenbin took a monkey step, successfully closed in, and landed a punch.

The Daoist's combat instinct remained, he tapped the ground with his toes, avoiding most of the force as much as possible, yet his right shoulder still took the punch.

"Bang!"

The Daoist spun irregularly in mid-air, finally landing steadily but his right arm started hanging loosely, not following his movements.

One right arm pierced through, one right arm broken.

Tan Wenbin felt it was worthwhile, even gained.

He always placed his positioning very low, considering his strength to have been forcibly "lifted" by Brother Xiao Yuan, being able to exchange injuries with an opposing member meant he wasn't a hindrance.

The Daoist glanced towards his superior, then towards White Impermanence, finally locking eyes with Tan Wenbin, who was emitting an aura of wickedness.

Tan Wenbin: "Your gaze is no longer firm, do you want to run?"

The Daoist sneered: "Run? Our strongest member hasn't even made a move yet."

Tan Wenbin: "How convenient, it's the same on our side."

The figure lingering within the wind wall on the perimeter finally moved.

The wind in front of him "extinguished" due to his steps.

The one who emerged was a large man completely draped in black.

Accompanied by a low roar from his throat, the clothes on him shattered, revealing his true form.

A face, with only the eye area uncovered, was entirely covered in Copper Coins.

These Copper Coins extended from his face down to his limbs, varying in age, some decayed and old, others neatly new, with countless talisman papers of different sects tucked into the gaps between the Copper Coins, a sense of ancient years flowed.

He opened his mouth, two fangs appeared, the terrifying corpse energy boiled violently, causing surrounding sand and stone to constantly tumble.

The last member of the team turned out to be a Zombie!

The greenish-blue light shone from the Zombie's eyes, although he carried a deep, ancient aura, his gaze appeared much younger.

Li Zhiyuan speculated that perhaps under some coincidental circumstance, another person's spiritual consciousness entered this Zombie's body and took possession.

As for whether this "coincidence" was natural or artificial, it remains to be seen.

But even if he wasn't an ancient Zombie awakened from slumber, the aura he now exuded was already quite horrifying.

The one inside was truly enduring too, for the soul had to bear the attack and invasion of corpse energy, itself becoming an existence rejected by both people and ghosts, disdained by heaven and earth.

Probably only the shared merit distribution after each wave could alleviate some of his karmic debts, seeking a momentary precious reprieve.

No exaggeration, the team's overall level was the highest Li Zhiyuan had encountered among all teams since he began wandering On the River.

Even Zhao Yi, facing such a team head-on before the little apprentice Chen Jing could rise, had no chance of winning.

This height was that kind of evenly high without any weakness.

Moreover, knowing that their leader had fallen, this became evident as a trap, yet the remaining team members still jumped down one after another.

That Daoist considered leaving but ultimately did not.

Such team cohesion and discipline truly deserve a commendation of excellence.

Li Zhiyuan even felt a sense of regret, if not for facing him, and if they hadn't chosen to replace the second party initially, they should have been able to continue far along On the River.