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Chapter 1491 - Chapter 1491 Chapter 6 Evil Leader

Chapter 1491: Chapter 6: Evil Leader Chapter 1491: Chapter 6: Evil Leader Boma City’s strategy meeting ultimately failed to reach a consensus, although Xiao Jinlin’s words were sensational, but in the eyes of the various alliance members, the current situation is still far from the time when they must fight desperately.

This also left Xiao Jinlin somewhat helpless. Unity is easy to talk about, but actually achieving it always seems beyond reach.

Now, with the Justice Alliance’s mighty army pressing the border, everyone knows that they must fight desperately to survive, but who wants to rush to the front?

Opening the Xuanji Jade was meant to allay the concerns of alliance warriors and allow them to throw themselves into battle without reservations, but reality never quite works out as one wishes.

The world never lacks “smart people,” those “strong” ones who activate the Spirit Jade before battle, throw out a few Spirit Arts, and then flee.

With already fewer strong fighters than the opposing lineup, the alliance starts the battle with dozens, even hundreds, of Spiritual Lights escaping. Winning against that would truly be strange.

Another characteristic of smart people is that they learn quickly.

After the great battle at the Nanji Border, the consumption of the Xuanji Jade in the Longxi Alliance shot up, and correspondingly, so did the enemy casualties.

If initially there were warriors willing to inflict damage on the enemy even at the cost of severe injury, by now, they have all become those who touch and go, reluctant to stick around.

Nobody wants to activate the Xuanji Jade after being severely injured because Lingjiang is currently surrounded by enemies on all sides, and to do so would be to leave one’s life to luck.

The strong dislike relying on luck. So, if the enemy is strong, they flee; if they miss their first strike, they flee; if the Spirit Art is fierce, they flee; if the situation looks bad, they flee…

The alliance army loses more and more quickly, and more and more readily, shifting from seeking survival to protecting themselves as best as they can.

Perhaps to outsiders, these Longxi Alliance chieftains seem foolish. Don’t they understand the principle of “a loss to a neighbor is a loss to themselves”?

Of course, they understand this, but they see deeper, more thoroughly.

Because they are all “smart people,” they realize that those Justice Alliance warriors are just driven by a lone act of valor, seeking a chance at fame and a future.

Who would throw away their life for the fleeting notion of “justice” after decades of arduous cultivation?

If they were injured, they would certainly leave the battlefield to seek healing in a trustworthy place.

To put one’s life on the line against these people who are destined to leave is the epitome of foolishness.

If the Longxi Alliance and the Evil King Palace share an irreconcilable hatred, then the skirmish with these warriors of justice is nothing more than a rivalry of righteousness.

Never mind how loud their slogans are; as long as things are dragged out long enough, they will disperse.

The real tough nut to crack is the Evil King Palace!

So, no one wants to suffer too many losses or invest too much too early.

Just drag it out–after all, if Boma falls, there is still Andong, and if Andong falls, there is still Qutang. Retreat from one city to another, they can afford to drag it out.

…

Longzhou Calendar, 1791, the third day of the eighth month

The Justice Alliance that took down Jiejiang City received support from all directions, with several Fierce Realm experts flying into the city daily.

“Night Owl transmits a message, on the morning of the fifth day of the eighth month, four Fierce Realm experts flew into Jiejiang City from the Xuantian (Northern Region), hosted by Zhu Huolong, the true successor of Wushen Mountain.”

Codename Night Owl, a Wind Media of Tang Clan, conveyed the secret message into a spiritual cocoon, then went to the transmission base of Wind Media, activated the array, and sealed the spiritual cocoon.

Having done all this, Wind Media then exited the cave and continued to lie prone in the middle of the shrubbery on the mountainside, gazing distantly at Jiejiang City to see if any more Fierce Realm experts would enter.

Perhaps he was watching all too intently, for he failed to notice that countless purple Thorny Vines with thorns had grown up all around him in the bushes. They climbed over Night Owl at an astonishing speed, and by the time Wind Media realized it, he was already unable to struggle free.

“This Thorny Vine is poisonous!”

Unable to muster any strength due to the swift paralysis, Night Owl could only lay there stiffly as the bushes he hid in parted like living things, making way for a path wide enough for someone to walk through.

A pair of boots etched with dark prison demon geckos came into view, and the person who approached lifted Night Owl’s head, allowing him to finally see the face of the newcomer.

Youthful, with an evil smile at the corners of the mouth, but the eyes were as calm as a deep pool, without a ripple.

Yiqi Tianlong lifted Night Owl by the hair, twisting his left hand to condense a green-colored Spiritual Power into a ball shape.

Night Owl’s eyes widened, but with his body paralyzed, he could only watch helplessly as the ball of Spiritual Power was forced into his mouth.

Then Yiqi Tianlong released the grip on Night Owl’s hair, allowing him to fall to the ground.

Just as his face was about to hit the ground, the paralysis throughout his body surprisingly dissipated, and Wind Media, just barely, propped himself up with his hands. He then tried to mobilize his Spiritual Power, but as soon as the Sea of Qi responded, he felt as if a million needles were poking him all over, and he screamed, curling up on the ground.

“Trust me, don’t summon your Spiritual Power. That would be more painful than death,” Yiqi Tianlong said dismissively and then waved his hand backward. The thorny bushes and vines wove into a green chair.

The Saint Child of Medicine God Sect collapsed back into the chair with bent knees and flicked Night Owl, still in convulsions, up with the tip of his foot.

“You belong to Tang Clan’s Wind Media, right?”

Night Owl, with the tip of the foot under his chin, didn’t speak but glared at Yiqi Tianlong with furious, hateful eyes.

“Not bad, it seems you’re quite loyal to Tang Clan!”

Yiqi Tianlong chuckled, then shifted his foot away and crossed it over his other leg, “Alright then, I’m not unreasonable either. If you can survive the Thorny Vine’s poison torture, I’ll pretend I never saw you, how about that?”

Night Owl, who had assumed he was as good as dead, suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if the pain in his dantian was not so acute.

He lifted his head, a look of desire to survive shining in his eyes, and asked hoarsely, “Is that true?”