bookpower Chapter 194 Li Muyang in Desperate Situation
Chapter 194 Li Muyang in Desperate Situation
The continuous rain, beating against the low shrubs on top of Pingyang Ridge.
In the chilly wind, Li Muyang was sitting inside the tent, gritting his teeth in pain.
He had a blood-soaked, bone-deep wound on his shoulder.
Cheng Feiyang, a young cultivator soaked in blood, was sitting on a stool, carefully applying medicine to Li Muyang.
Even in such a dire situation, the aloof youth obsessed with appearing cool still maintained his aloofness and pride.
His white robe had turned blood-red due to excessive bloodstains.
The once handsome face now had three shallow scars crisscrossing each other, giving him a somewhat terrifying look.
Two days ago, during a fierce clash, Li Muyang found himself surrounded by enemy forces, attacked by two leaders from the Blood Lotus Sect wielding high-grade Magic Artifact-level Immortal Swords, forcing him into a desperate situation.
At that time, Cheng Feiyang, the young cultivator in white, led a charge and rescued Li Muyang with great difficulty.
But Cheng Feiyang, who had been at the forefront, had his face torn into three pieces; if not for the robust body of a cultivator and the healing sacred medicine of the Demon Sect, he might have died. Read the latest on empire
Although this place restricted cultivation levels, the finely made Spiritual Medicines still exerted powerful effects.
It was precisely because of these potent Spiritual Medicines that the cultivators from the Demon Sect, numbering a few hundred, were able to withstand the relentless assaults of the ten-thousand-strong army of the Blood Lotus Sect for ten days.
Even Cheng Feiyang's severely split face had healed into just scars within two days.
Li Muyang felt an unbearable itch as the Spiritual Medicine seeped into his body and the flesh around his wound slowly writhed and grew.
"Hiss... so itchy..."
Li Muyang's uninjured right hand lifted, as he scratched at the air over his left shoulder, as if this could alleviate the itchy sensation of the new flesh growing.
The aloof Cheng Feiyang glanced at Li Muyang and said, "Your injury isn't serious, it will scab over in half an hour, and will heal in three hours."
Having said that, the show-off youth hopped down from the stool, packed up his little medicine box, and left.
The cold chill wind from outside the tattered tent blew in, bringing the equally chilly Yan Xiaoru with it.
"They are shouting from the mountain's base again."
Yan Xiaoru sat opposite Li Muyang, quietly watching him, and said, "Miss Shen from the Blood Lotus Sect has raised the stakes again."
"If you surrender and join them, they will appoint you as a helmsman, grant you Body Refinement Immortal Elixir, and share with you a petal of the Blood Lotus that has been passed down for years in their sect, aiding in your cultivation."
"It is said that this ancient Blood Lotus is an Immortal-grade Spiritual Object; consuming it would supply abundant Spiritual Energy, enough for you to cultivate to the Purple Mansion stage."
In the past ten days of fierce battling, the Blood Lotus Sect had already figured out Li Muyang's limit.
Ordinary swords indeed could not breach Li Muyang's defenses, but a mid-grade Spiritual Artifact was enough to cut through his skin and flesh.
If a high-grade Spiritual Artifact was employed, injuring Li Muyang's flesh would be as easy as cutting through tofu.
In the initial days, Li Muyang had still tried to lead his team out of the encirclement, fighting desperately like a trapped beast.
However, multiple charges had failed, and the most severe one nearly resulted in him having both arms chopped off. Although in a critical moment, Yan Xiaoru and Cheng Feiyang covered him and facilitated a retreat, he still lost his left arm.
The left hand Li Muyang had now had just regrown in the past two days, and for this, Yan Xiaoru had used a bottle of high-grade Spiritual Medicine meant for saving lives.
Li Muyang suspected that after the Blood Lotus Sect's cultists had picked up his severed arm, they discovered that his body was that of a Martial God Domineering Body.
Since losing that arm, the price offered by the Blood Lotus Sect down the mountain had grown higher by the day.
And their attacks had become fiercer in intensity during the past two nights.
What had been primarily harassing tactics by the cultists of the Blood Lotus Sect in the past two days had turned into deadly struggles when they charged, leaving behind hundreds of corpses.
Only then would they slowly withdraw.
Then the voices urging surrender would rise from the bottom of the hill.
This cycle had occurred thirteen times in the past two days.
Even Li Muyang, with his physically dominant Martial God body and vigorous vitality, was beginning to struggle to hold up against these continuously fierce attacks.
Continuing this way, it was unquestionable that Li Muyang and his group had entered a truly desperate situation.
The remaining two hundred and thirty people on Pingyang Hill could hold out for at most three more days before their defensive line would completely collapse.
By then, all the cultivators on the hill would die...
Looking at the system interface in his field of view, Li Muyang was expressionless.
At that moment, he truly wanted to take out the Startling Swan Immortal Sword and go on a killing spree.
He was confident that with the Startling Swan Immortal Sword, he could flatten everything. But exposing the Immortal Artifact in front of so many people had severe repercussions; he might be hunted by the entire world...
In the tent, Li Muyang bowed his head, quietly listening to the voices of persuasion coming from the mountain below, pondering something.
In front of him, Yan Xiaoru, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.
"You should go down the mountain..."