Chapter 2281 - 2240: Borrowing Strength to Strike

This strike left both severely injured, yet neither showed defeat or dejection on their faces. Soon, they both laughed, fearlessly and defiantly, straight into the sky, their spirits soaring, "Hahahahaha~~~~~"

Suddenly, Qiu Xianji's laughter stopped abruptly, his expression grew serious as he scanned the powerful warriors with his tiger eyes, and shouted, "If you don't act now, when will you?"

Only then did the warriors snap out of their stupor, realizing that Wang Xiaoqiang was seriously injured and extremely weak, like a spent arrow. If they struck now, they could kill him in one blow. Immediately, they all released their Divine Sense, thousands of strands converging on Wang Xiaoqiang.

Wang Xiaoqiang, heavily injured, couldn't sustain the Divine Sense Wheel and Blood Qi Wheel, so he willed the Patterned Beast to flee quickly. The Patterned Beast let out a furious roar and galloped away.

Little Zhang put the dagger in his mouth and activated the Soul Shock Spell, driving back the Ghost Souls and Dead Spirit Puppets.

Fight if possible, escape if necessary.

This was Wang Xiaoqiang's strategy; even in severe injury, it posed no hindrance.

"Chase! Let's see where this little bastard can run!" shouted the chief of the powerful warriors at the Third Mold of the Immortal. Instantly, the warriors moved as one from the sky to pursue Wang Xiaoqiang, continuously attacking him with their Divine Sense.

"Little bastard, let's see how you escape this time?" the leader of the warriors at the Third Mold of the Immortal called gleefully as he led the chase. Qiu Xianji and Wang Xiaoqiang's mutual injury favored him; capturing or killing Wang Xiaoqiang meant the two Golden Blood Boys would belong to them warriors, and as the most powerful among them, he'd naturally claim the largest share.

"Bring it on; let's see who lives and who dies." Although Wang Xiaoqiang was fleeing while injured, he had the Patterned Beast as his steed and pathfinder, Little Zhang for scaring away Ghost Souls and Dead Spirits, and three Dead Spirit Puppets loyal unto death. Thus, he sat cross-legged on the Patterned Beast's back, healing himself.

Meanwhile, because the pursuers dared not descend for close pursuit, they were only exhausting themselves in the sky. Constantly releasing Divine Sense attacks not only failed to hit Wang Xiaoqiang but also drained their Telekinesis.

Moreover, as the Patterned Beast carried Wang Xiaoqiang and Little Zhang through valley after valley, their escape drew and attracted many Ghost Souls and Dead Spirits. Not only were thousands of warriors chasing them overhead, but tens of thousands of Ghost Souls pursued them on the ground, along with hundreds of Dead Spirit Puppets.

These Dead Spirit Puppets and Ghost Souls relentlessly pursued Wang Xiaoqiang, yet due to Little Zhang's Soul Shock Spell, they couldn't get close, shrieking furiously, and spotting the many living people in the sky, flew upwards to attack the warriors instead.

The warriors, fearing Ghost Souls and Dead Spirits, dared not land, yet unexpectedly, the Ghost Souls and Dead Spirits took to the sky to launch attacks on them.

Fighting these Yin Objects brought no benefits, only entanglement, so they were vexed by the scene.

But this was a golden opportunity to pursue Wang Xiaoqiang, so they were unwilling to retreat, thus waged a fierce battle with the Dead Spirits and Ghost Souls in the sky,

The hundreds of Dead Spirits became the main force of the Yin Objects. Although the Ghost Souls lacked strength, they had overwhelming numbers and fought fearlessly to death. Truly fighting, the warriors found no advantage, and the battle was evenly matched.

"Brother Qiang, they're engaged in battle. We should take this opportunity to escape..." Little Zhang advised Wang Xiaoqiang, sitting cross-legged and healing.

Wang Xiaoqiang opened his eyes, glanced at the fierce aerial battle, seeing both warriors and Yin Objects injured and dying, lives fading, souls shattered. He chuckled knowingly and said, "Don't rush. Once we leave, the warriors will abandon the fight and pursue us, missing this chance to use others against each other."

"Mm, Brother Qiang is very clever," Little Zhang nodded, secretly praising Wang Xiaoqiang's wisdom and resourcefulness.

"See how fierce they fight? Our enemies on one side, emotionless Yin Objects on the other; their confrontation is precisely what we want to see. Haha, let's quietly enjoy it." Wang Xiaoqiang watched the sky battle, smiling playfully.

Little Zhang also looked skyward, enjoying the clash and killing, seeing the warriors' and Ghost Souls' lives constantly consumed in the fight, feeling quite pleased, greatly comforted.

"You enjoy watching; I'll continue healing." Wang Xiaoqiang noticed Qiu Xianji absent from his Divine Sense, knowing he must be resting to heal, so he seized the time to continue healing. Injury hindered battle, leaving him vulnerable—a situation no one wants.

"Brother Qiang, focus on healing. I'll protect you." Little Zhang pledged loyally,

Earlier, seeing Wang Xiaoqiang escape powerful foes and counterattack, he felt very impressed. Now thinking, he realized past enemies were trivial, facing strongest Immortal realm warriors head-on without falling behind, escaping successfully—this is true strength.

"Mm," Wang Xiaoqiang closed his eyes, took a handful of Healing Pills, tossed them into his mouth, and used internal Wood Element Spiritual Energy for self-healing.

In the sky, the warriors were trapped in a bitter struggle as Wang Xiaoqiang predicted; they could easily abandon the fight and flee, but seeing Wang Xiaoqiang hadn't escaped and remained in the valley below, they also refused to flee, ultimately unwilling to relinquish the Golden Blood Boys,

Thus, they stayed to battle the nerve-racking, troublesome Yin Objects without end.

"No good, fighting like this won't do; our numbers will dwindle, eventually perishing with these Yin Objects. We must devise a plan," the leader of the warriors at the Third Mold of the Immortal exclaimed in annoyance.

"What plan now? Either flee the fight or battle these Yin Objects till the end," grumbled a burly warrior at the Second Mold of the Immortal, his tone full of frustration and helplessness.

"We could split forces: one group to hold off these Yin Objects, another to descend and kill that little bastard, seizing the Golden Blood Boys." the leader suggested. He lowered his voice, fearing Wang Xiaoqiang might hear below.

"Splitting forces means weaker power, leading to greater losses. Moreover, should the little bastard keep fleeing, we'd still be uncertain."

"We can't worry about that now; we must try, or just flee the fight," the chief urged, piercing a Ghost Soul's head with Divine Sense, immediately withdrew, rallying the Immortal realm warriors to descend and kill Wang Xiaoqiang.