716: C716 The Ambush Did Not Succeed

C716 The Ambush Did Not Succeed

"The truth." Jiang Ting nodded.

At this time, Lee Wuwei finally came to a decision and said: "Alright, I just hope that you can eradicate Nether River, or else …" He really didn't dare to think about what would happen to him. He didn't even dare to say what would happen to him.

"This still depends on yourself. You didn't even deceive a single Zhao Wule, and you still want to deceive your Nether River?" Jiang Ting felt that this matter might not be a bad thing.

"Jiang Ting, I understand!" Lee Wuwei immediately grabbed the crumbling Zhao Wule and threw him into the place where tens of thousands of Xifeng City soldiers were imprisoned. Everyone inside had already become Nether Martial Cultivator.

Jiang Ting thought back to how the Xifeng City soldiers were going to go to the Cloud Sword Sect, and couldn't help but shake his head. There was nothing abnormal with those people, but because he had chosen the wrong path, they were all killed by him, and all the remaining ones had ended up like this.

This door was not difficult for Lee Wuwei. After a few Hand Spell s, the door slowly opened by Lee Wuwei, and he fiercely pushed him in.

The reason the Nether Martial Cultivator inside this place were locked up like this was because the killing intent on their bodies was too strong.

Beneath these people's feet was a huge array of talismans. Their evil auras were not being emitted outwards, but were being absorbed by the array bit by bit. After a certain period of time, these people would become normal Nether Martial Cultivator.

"I really wonder just where all this thick infernal energy is. If it were all absorbed by my own Demon Sealing Sword, how wonderful would that be?"

However, Jiang Ting only thought like this, as he would not covet this baleful aura, and bring himself with him even more danger.

Very quickly, Zhao Wule's figure was buried. When he was with these people, even if he did not have that much Evil Qi on him, he would still be infected by them and then be counterattacked.

In Lee Wuwei's heart, there was still another emotion, and he didn't know what to do next.

Just as Lee Wuwei was feeling a little muddled, Jiang Ting's few words of warning had also caused him to become extremely nervous.

"The Nether River is here, a cultivation at the seventh stage of the Martial Master." Jiang Ting only said this in his heart.

It looks like this person broke through after a period of time.

With a quick thought, the restrictions on the Profound Shadow Stick began to move, and the two of them returned to their previous states.

"Lee Wuwei, what are you doing here?!"

An indifferent and cold voice came from behind the two of them.

In truth, even Jiang Ting was nervous, with such cultivation, it was clear who he was.

"Nether Protector!"

Lee Wuwei had already turned around, and respectfully saluted Nether River.

Nether River was originally a very long distance, but he had only taken this light step, with each step, he was able to cut across fifty kilometers …

In less than three steps, they were already not far from the two of them.

Jiang Ting raised his gaze slightly, this person had a head of long hair, he was draped in a mess behind his back, he was dressed in a black robe, his entire body had a profound Qi, his face seemed to have a faint hazy mist, it was impossible to see his facial features clearly, but, a pair of eyes, seemed to be able to see through everything, and pierced into the depths of one's heart.

Even Jiang Ting, who was so intelligent, couldn't help but tremble inwardly.

"Lee Wuwei, how's the Dongling City?" Nether River asked indifferently.

This made Jiang Ting and Lee Wuwei a little surprised at the same time. It seemed that they did not want to ask Zhao Wule about the matter of Nether River at all.

"Elder, there's something wrong with your Dongling City."

Lee Wuwei forcefully stabilized his emotions and replied.

Following that, Lee Wuwei revealed everything that happened to the Dongling City, everything that happened was true. It was just that, in the end, he had refined Jiang Ting into his own Nether Martial Cultivator.

It was unknown what expression Nether River had on his face, but this person was like a pool of stagnant water, the aura around his body didn't seem to have any changes.

When Lee Wuwei finished speaking, he still bowed respectfully, but did not dare to straighten his body, and waited for the words from the Nether River.

Jiang Ting maintained his original position, without even moving his eyes, his entire body releasing faint black flames, like a refined Nether Martial Cultivator.

The consciousness of the Nether River seemed to fill this entire space, and the moment he had arrived, it had already surrounded Jiang Ting.

Moreover, it was a Martial Master whose fighting strength was heaven defying. However, with the situation having reached such a stage, Jiang Ting could not retreat, he could only endure and persevere on.

The only thing that gave him confidence was that his soul wasn't weak. In terms of restriction techniques, it shouldn't be much weaker than this. As long as he could deceive him, he would still have a chance!

Jiang Ting only felt that this time passed too slowly. This kind of quiet pressure was unbearable compared to any other kind of pressure on his body.

"Wuwei, rise."

It was just five simple words, Jiang Ting secretly heaved a sigh of relief, the Nether River's words, had already stirred the atmosphere, at least in the depths of his soul, there was no longer that feeling of suppression.

"Thank you, Protector You You."

"Wuwei, you said earlier that you refined this person into a Nether Martial Cultivator and there's still something wrong with it?" Only now did Nether River call up Jiang Ting who was behind Lee Wuwei.

"Yes, elder. Thus, this junior does not dare to leave him here alone. I have been waiting here the entire time. After elder has come out, I wish for elder to take a careful look." Lee Wuwei immediately lowered his head, because he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

"What's going on with Zhao Wule?" Nether River ignored what Lee Wuwei had just said, and actually mentioned Zhao Wule.

Jiang Ting could not help but feel the bottom of his heart move. Seeing how Nether River was feigning probing him, he probably did not see through his weak points. In that case, his original plan should not have any big problems!

Jiang Ting's heart, felt even more at ease.

Lee Wuwei fiercely swallowed down a mouthful of saliva and recounted the conflict between him and Zhao Wule just now, as it was in the territory of the Nether River after all.

Nether River continued to nod his head: "It's alright, a person like him dying is not enough."

Zhao Wule's death, to Nether River, was just like a dog's death to a dead Nether Martial Cultivator.

Seeing that Nether River did not care about his own disciples, Lee Wuwei could not help but feel even colder.

"Now, let him come over. I want to see where the problem with the Inhibition Formation is!" Nether River said solemnly.

"Yes sir!" Lee Wuwei cupped his fists in respect like before, and then, with one hand holding the Profound Shadow Stick, while the other hand pulling Jiang Ting over, he shouted angrily at Jiang Ting, "Quickly, go greet Protector You!"

Jiang Ting also did not speak, his face did not have much expression, and only mechanically stepped forward.

However, in Jiang Ting's heart, he was also extremely nervous.

He meticulously measured the distance between him and the Nether River. The Dragon's Finishing Touch was already in his hands, and once the distance between them arrived, Jiang Ting would unhesitatingly push it out.

Even if he could not take this Martial Master's life, he would definitely heavily injure him. If that were to happen, then his chance would come.

As for what the backlash was, Jiang Ting already couldn't care so much. With such a good opportunity in front of him, he definitely could not miss it.

Fifteen steps!

Jiang Ting felt that his fists were extremely tight.

Fourteen steps!

Cold sweat had already emerged on Jiang Ting's palms.

Thirteen steps!2

Jiang Ting had already passed by Lee Wuwei.

Twelve steps!

His heartbeat sped up a little. It was now different from a normal heartbeat.

Eleven steps!

The combat skill Dragon's Finishing Touch had already been prepared. If one looked carefully, the air around Jiang Ting had already cracked into tiny cracks where his fist had cut.

He was only a step away, Jiang Ting's battle skill was already at the edge of exploding!

Finally, he took a step forward …

With the power of the restrictions on the Profound Shadow Stick s, it was basically equivalent to Jiang Ting pressing his palm on Nether River from a distance of ten steps.

Just as his steps landed, and just as his center of gravity stabilized, a flash of sharpness had already flashed past Jiang Ting's eyes, and the Dragon's Finishing Touch in his hand was suddenly pushed out by him.

Jiang Ting followed his own battle skill. He really wanted to know, just what would this result be!

However, something that Jiang Ting couldn't have imagined happened.

The Nether River actually also released its own battle skill, carrying a strange black aura.

Both of their battle skills seemed to have been drawn out without a sound.

However, when they collided, a deafening sound rang out.

"Bam!"

Soon after, the void was fiercely torn apart. It was as if there were countless mouths that could swallow everything, and the chaotic energy that surged within them could tear apart anything and everything.

Jiang Ting was shocked for a moment, but then he knew that he had been seen through.

His sneak attack didn't work!

"Whoosh!"

When he realized this, Jiang Ting retreated without a care, the blood in his body immediately started to churn, if not for the fact that he used his most powerful battle skill, just one strike from his Nether River, he would have been severely injured!

"Jiang Ting, do you think that your tiny trick can fool me?!" Nether River's cold voice sounded out from above Jiang Ting's head.

Jiang Ting immediately raised his head as he was sent flying by the battle skill from the Nether River. Right now, he no longer knew where he landed, but he could see that wherever he went, he saw strange symbols and patterns. There was no need to ask, this was an even stranger Inhibition Formation.

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