Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1572 - 1565: Too Popular

Chapter 1572: Chapter 1565: Too Popular

"Manor Lord, do not be obstinate and deluded. That Wuting Yuan is not a good person, do not go with him," the person in black continued to advise earnestly.

"Then who is the good person, you, Heterogeneous Hall?" Cheng Ziang retorted with a cold laugh.

"You, how could you... Damn that Wuting Yuan..." Upon hearing this, the person in black instinctively froze for a moment, cursed under their breath, then continued respectfully, "We have no intention of harming any of you, I implore the Manor Lord to believe us."

"What does ’no intention of harming’ mean, what does ’believe’ mean, when your Heterogeneous Hall sent people to hunt us down, even killing the family of the All-knowing, thinking you could deceive us all. Now when faced with questioning, you dare not admit it?" Cheng Ziang asked coldly.

"There is a reason behind this matter..." the person in black said hesitantly.

"I don’t care what your reasons are. Since you have done such things, it means you never intended to treat us as friends, and we certainly aren’t foolish enough to sit around waiting to be used by you," Cheng Ziang stated.

"Manor Lord, please do not make it difficult for us..." the person in black said with a sharpness in their eyes.

"What, you’re planning on making a move now? Alright then, I’m all in," said Cheng Ziang as he suddenly drew the long knife from his waist.

His movement served as a signal, prompting the members of the Advance Team to draw their weapons one after the other, pointing them at the surrounding people.

"I just hope the Manor Lord understands one thing, we truly have no intention of inflicting harm on any of you..." The man in black did not make a move immediately, but heave a sigh before continuing in a low voice.

"You..." As Cheng Ziang spoke, he suddenly felt his consciousness beginning to blur.

Even though he had already thought of what to say, it was as if his thoughts were forcibly erased, and he could not access them no matter how hard he tried. Not only that, but he found his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and despite his strenuous efforts, even furrowing his brow, it was to no avail.

He turned his head to look at the others, noticing that they too were starting to topple over, collapsing onto the carriage, their bodies completely out of control.

"The world does not solely rely on martial power, but on wisdom. This is the Nine Streams, this is Heterogeneous Hall," Cheng Ziang barely heard the man in black’s smug voice as his eyes were about to close.

"Despicable..." Using all his strength, Cheng Ziang spat out these two words, then slowly fell onto the carriage as well.

Seeing all members of the Advance Team topple over, the person in black took a light breath of relief, then covering his head, muttered to himself: "Ah, I put too much effort into it, it seems our own are affected as well..."

He took a step forward, intending to prop Cheng Ziang up properly. However, for some reason, as soon as he reached out his hand, he felt an invisible oppressive force coming at him, and his instincts told him he should not proceed further, or his life might be in danger.

"Phew, I almost forgot, they are masters of the Nascent Soul Realm..." The man in black broke out in a cold sweat, withdrew his hand immediately, and said with lingering fear.

"Boss, what should we do next?" A subordinate came over, staggering, and asked with a salute.

Likely also affected, these subordinates were walking unsteadily as well. Even though they had taken an antidote beforehand, this state would still persist for a while before subsiding.

"Hurry up and take them away. That fool Wuting Yuan thinks he can deceive them with mere acting, but he didn’t expect us to turn his plan against him. Now, we just need to move the saints before their people arrive," the man in black said with some difficulty.

"Should we bring them back?" asked the subordinate respectfully.

"Hmm..." The person in black paused for a moment, then shook their head and said, "No need. Since this is now within the territory of the Rainbow Government, it’s better to take them to the Huayu Family. Let them protect these people."

"The Huayu Family is in the midst of funeral preparations, it’s all a mess..." the subordinate hesitated.

"That’s their family affair, this is a matter of state. If they mess it up, let them explain it to the Young Mansion themselves," the person in black said irritably.

"Understood," the subordinate saluted, and then staggered over to the carriage, reaching out his hand.

"Don’t touch them, just leave them be," the man in black quickly reached out to stop them.

"Why?" His subordinate turned back, asking in confusion.

"Danger," the man in black answered briefly, "Just like this is fine, don’t touch anything, take the horses and quickly leave this place."

"Understood." The subordinate nodded, then went over to the horses leading the carriage, grabbing the reins to urge the horses forward.

"This damn incense, the aftermath is too strong, even though we took the antidote beforehand... luckily the beasts aren’t affected, otherwise, we’d really be in trouble..." Watching the carriage moving slowly, the man in black covered his head again, squinting as he spoke.

However, their relief did not last long, for troubles soon followed one after another. Just after traveling more than ten kilometers, they encountered a squad of riders blocking their path. These were not ordinary riders - each one clad in armor, and clearly not just anyone.

The leading rider, upon seeing the people and the carriage, immediately raised his spear and shouted at the man in black, "Leave the sacred figure behind, and we might leave your corpses intact!"

"Nine Thousand Battalion, the Wuting Clan really dares to go all out," the man in black said, both shocked and furious, unable to help but click his tongue in disapproval.

"Looks like the Wuting Clan is playing for keeps, should we notify the Huayu Family to intercept?" the subordinate asked worryingly.

"We have no other choice, we definitely can’t beat the Nine Thousand Battalion in a head-on fight," the man in black pondered.

"So we retreat?" the subordinate asked.

"Smoke bombs, retreat!" the man in black nodded and commanded.

At his command, the black-clad figures instantly threw smoke bombs towards the riders, then turned and fled into the jungle. The riders attempted to pursue, but the one leading them stopped the chase, "Don’t follow them, cover your nose and mouth, that’s no ordinary smoke."

After about five minutes, the smoke gradually dissipated, and only then did the riders dare to release their noses and mouths and slowly approach the carriage.

Seeing the people strewn haphazardly outside the carriage, one of the riders couldn’t help but look at their leader with concern, asking, "The sacred figure should be inside the carriage, shall we open the door to check?"

"Hmm, open it and have a look," the leader nodded without objection.

However, in reality, none of them had actually seen the sacred figure before, thanks to the protection policy of Cheng Ziang and others, not to mention ordinary folks, even characters like Xihe and Luzun Hong had no opportunity to lay eyes on Luo’er.

Moreover, the most fatal issue was that their reckless actions could spell disaster. You see, the threat perceived by the man in black was not merely an illusion, but rather something that was indeed warning him, making him dare not disturb the people of the Advance Team inside the carriage.

One rider dismounted and approached the carriage. Just as he stepped onto the carriage, getting ready to step over the unconscious Cheng Ziang, suddenly, he saw something burst out from Cheng Ziang’s chest, emitting a bright light.

And before he could even focus his gaze to see clearly, he felt something penetrating his body, a tearing pain from inside out that was so excruciating he couldn’t even utter a sound. He tried to open his mouth wide, but could only make meaningless gurgling sounds from his throat.

"What happened, what’s going on?" the leader shouted loudly, asking for an explanation.

At this moment, they saw something strange floating in mid-air; upon closer inspection, they were scared out of their wits.

It was a long-haired human head glowing softly, with white eyes staring deathly at them. She opened her mouth, emitting a ghostly, shrieking wail, looking as horrific as one could possibly imagine.

The leader opened his mouth wide, and before he could even feel the fear, his vision flashed, followed by a burst of scorching flame erupting from his Qitian, instantly spreading across his body. He was just about to scream when a burst of flame spewed from his mouth, fire blazing from all seven orifices, and he fell from his horse to the ground.

And not just him, even his horse suffered a heavy blow, let out a neigh, and collapsed along with his movements.

The riders were petrified by this scene, readying their horses to flee. But how could the terrifying head give them such an opportunity? In an instant, swifter than a bolt of lightning, she pierced the body of each rider. Some erupted in flames from the inside out and fell from their horses; others showed no symptoms at all, merely collapsing stiffly to the ground.