Just now, the masked man had seen several people scattered around Mu Sha get hit by arrows in an instant.
Among them, three had only lasted less than a breath. Before they could get close to him, each strike from the "Immortal-Slaying Crossbow" consumed a large amount of their magical power to block.
In an instant, their magical power failed, and they were shot into a pincushion, clearly with no chance of survival.
The other two, who were closer to Mu Sha, had been lucky enough to be near him. The rain of arrows that fell on that area was annihilated by the sudden eruption of red light, saving them from being killed by subsequent shots.
At this moment, Mu Sha could no longer care about the injuries on his body. Taking this opportunity, his demonic qi re-gathered throughout his body, shaking loose the crossbow bolts embedded in his flesh.
At the same time, he took out a packet of medicinal powder and quickly poured it into the bloody holes on his shoulder and leg.
Fortunately, his protective spirit shield had absorbed most of the power from these two "Immortal-Slaying Crossbows" before it shattered, preventing the bolts from piercing through him. Otherwise, there would have been two large holes in his body.
Mu Sha's forward movement did not stop. Without pausing, he pushed the beast bone forward with one hand and charged.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. In the end, he had still used the life-saving item his mother had given him.
'My cultivation is still too low!'
This beast bone could defend against the attacks of a Pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivator, but it was a consumable magical treasure. Once the power within was exhausted, it would crumble into dust.
Therefore, Mu Sha was usually unwilling to take it out. Firstly, to save his life, and secondly, he only wanted to rely on himself.
But in the end, his cultivation was still not enough. In a cruel place like the Forsaken Continent, there were fatal attacks from those with higher cultivation everywhere. At this time, he could only use his life-saving item.
An hour and a half later, at the bottom of a cliff, the masked man looked at the only seven people left beside him.
Even though he had already known the outcome, when his eyes swept over these people, he was still extremely angry, his killing intent surging.
This time, the "Opportunity-Seeking Battalion" had sent a piece of information. They had found an important location where the White Demon Clan stored magical treasures and medicinal pills.
So, he, a chiliarch, had led twenty elites from the "Demon Blade Battalion" to launch a surprise attack.
They were either to bring back these treasures or destroy them all.
Unexpectedly, the moment they appeared, three Golden Core masters suddenly showed up. At the same time, a hundred soldiers surrounded them.
This was undoubtedly a trap. Fortunately, this time, all who came were experts from the "Demon Blade Battalion," the elite of the elite of the Black Demon Clan.
Not only could each of them fight ten, but they were also skilled in coordinating with each other, which could multiply the power of their arts.
In addition, the various talismans and magical treasures equipped by the "Demon Blade Battalion" were also incomparable to those of other military camps. Their attacks were sharp and powerful.
For a moment, the opponent's encirclement was thrown into disarray by their charge.
This masked man, the leader, was all too familiar with surprise attacks. So, before they had truly entered the opponent's encirclement, he had sensed that something was wrong.
It was precisely because of this that they reacted extremely quickly. The moment the opponent appeared, all their magical treasures and talismans were self-detonated and attacked without regard for cost. Only then, after sacrificing eight men, did they manage to escape.
Even the White Demon Clan military cultivators had not expected this. They had also received news that someone was coming to launch a surprise attack, but they had never expected it to be people from the "Demon Blade Battalion."
Otherwise, if they had known, they would have sent more than just three Golden Core cultivators. The masked man and his men would have had no chance of survival.
After being broken out by the masked man and his men, the three Golden Core cultivators of the White Demon Clan military were livid.
If word of this got out, that they had let the enemy escape even with a prepared ambush, they would be laughed to death.
The war between the Black and White Demon Clans had been going on for far too long. They understood each other very well. Although the White Demon Clan didn't know that the ones who came were the fierce soldiers of the "Demon Blade Battalion," they had still left a backup plan.
Under a surprise attack from the "Immortal-Slaying Crossbows," the masked man's side immediately lost another five men.
And in the end, even the masked man's shield was finally shattered under such a dense barrage of "Immortal-Slaying Crossbows."
Although he had protected the few subordinates behind him in time with his arts, he had also attacked the other party at the same time to prevent them from firing another round. This had caused his magical power to be divided.
Now, not only was everyone injured, but two of them were also seriously injured and had lost their combat ability, including the masked man himself, who had a deep, bloody gash under his right rib.
"Damn it, this time when we go back, we must find trouble with the 'Opportunity-Seeking Battalion' for giving such false information!"
The masked man cursed bitterly, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. Although they were not completely wiped out this time, all who came out were centurion-level elites.
The loss of even one person was a huge blow to the "Demon Blade Battalion." To lose so many at once had already damaged the "Demon Blade Battalion's" vitality.
The masked man's Divine Sense probed behind him. A moment later, he said to the few subordinates who had already applied medicinal liquid.
"I'll cover the rear. Mu Sha, you be the scout and scout the road ahead. Xiahou Wei, you take the rest and maintain a distance from Mu Sha. Advance forward!"
With that, the masked man immediately flew towards the rear. He had to set some restriction traps to let these people know that his group was not a cornered foe.
Besides, he couldn't quell the anger in his heart without killing some more of the White Demon Clan.
As soon as the masked man disappeared, Xiahou Wei smiled and glanced at Mu Sha, who was putting the arrow in his hand into his storage pouch.
"Are you planning to keep it as a souvenir? We should hurry up and follow the orders. Who can blame you for being the 'Undead Demon Vine'! The injuries on us are also not light. We'll need about half an hour to recover to sixty or seventy percent of our combat strength. During this time, we'll have to rely on you, brother."
Xiahou Wei's attitude towards Mu Sha was very polite. No one here didn't know Mu Sha's background.
That Mu Guyue was cold-blooded and ruthless. It was said that she was the same to this legendary biological son, hitting and scolding him, and being just as ruthless when teaching him a lesson. Let alone them.
As he spoke, the other few also stood up, grimacing. Seeing Mu Sha fly into the forest ahead without a word, they couldn't help but shake their heads.
Who could blame him for having a good mother? Although Mu Guyue was cold-blooded, the cultivation method she taught Mu Sha was truly enviable. They really wanted to have it.
Especially that perversely outrageous physical recovery ability. Ordinary injuries had no effect on Mu Sha at all and could heal on their own without medicinal pills.
Mu Sha traveled through the forest. Today, the situation was urgent. He had to apply medicinal powder externally and take pills internally to allow his injuries to recover faster.
As a result, he could already feel the muscles in his wounds constantly closing up.
'Mother, I know this matter is definitely related to that person. I will find that person, I definitely will!'
...
Sun Guoshu flew alone in the endless Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, his Divine Sense vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
He had been out for four months this time. Thinking of the harvest in his storage pouch, Sun Guoshu was in a very happy mood.
"After I go back and hand in the mission, and sell these medicinal herbs, I should be able to gather enough contribution points to buy a 'Dustless Pill'. Then I can go into seclusion and try to break through to the Golden Core stage."
Sun Guoshu had been stuck at the Foundation Establishment stage for too long. He was not far from the end of his lifespan.
If he failed to break through this time, Sun Guoshu would have no more time, nor would he have the spirit stones and pills to support a second breakthrough. At that time, he could only wait for his time to come.
After experiencing that demon invasion, he had a profound understanding of the tragedy of low-level cultivators.
If not for having happened to know Li Yan and Bai Rou back then, he would have been like the vast majority of rogue cultivators, a pawn that could be abandoned at will in that great war.
There was an eighty to ninety percent chance he wouldn't have lived to this day.
For the past few decades, he no longer had the idea of muddling through life in the markets. He cultivated hard on one hand and constantly took on various dangerous missions on the other, just to obtain a "Dustless Pill."
Although it was hard, his days were also unprecedentedly fulfilling. He was constantly moving towards his goal.
In the past, as a rogue cultivator, it was considered good to be able to make a living. A "Dustless Pill," even if it appeared in the markets, was something he would not dare to think about.
This kind of pill was too precious. As soon as it came out, it would be snatched up, and the price would be raised to a level that made Sun Guoshu feel like his heart would explode.
Now that he had entered the Malevolent Spirit Sect, as long as he had enough contribution points, plus a considerable amount of spirit stones, he could still exchange for one.
The situation on the Desolate Moon Continent now was different from when Li Yan was in the Malevolent Spirit Sect.
At that time, the Malevolent Spirit Sect had many disciples, and the raw materials for the "Dustless Pill" were extremely precious. So even if one had enough contribution points, one might not have the opportunity to exchange for one. Li Wuyi was in such a situation at that time.
But after that great demon invasion, not only had the Malevolent Spirit Sect suffered heavy casualties, but it was unknown how many sects on the entire Desolate Moon Continent had even been completely wiped out.
After the great war, the number of cultivators had plummeted. The Four Great Sects had no choice but to do their best to recover and recuperate.
The Four Great Sects had even opened up core areas like the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains and the Northern Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, and at the same time, they had relaxed the conditions for entry.
This allowed more cultivators to enter and obtain more cultivation resources.
Their other purpose was to let the cultivators of the Desolate Moon Continent experience more life and death situations, and for their cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds.
In the past, they had only seen in records how powerful demonic cultivators were. The cultivators of the Desolate Moon Continent still felt that the other party had not met them. Otherwise, they would kill one for every one that came.
And this great war had truly let them know what it meant to fight one against ten and kill across realms.
They would often have several cultivators of the same rank fight one demonic cultivator, and in the end, it was possible for them to be killed one by one by the other party. It was simply shameful to death.
This time, when Sun Guoshu took on a mission to hunt a second-rank "Ebony Gold Single-Eyed Fish," he had unintentionally obtained a stalk of "Buddha's Hand Pine Gardenia Grass," which was about one hundred and thirty years old.
A hundred-year-old "Buddha's Hand Pine Gardenia Grass" could only be considered passable. But what Sun Guoshu had obtained was a living plant, not a dead one, which could be transplanted.
Once it grew to three hundred years, its value would be at least ten thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones.
Thus, the value of this stalk of "Buddha's Hand Pine Gardenia Grass" was at least five thousand spirit stones.
Coupled with his own savings and contribution points over the past few decades, as well as the reward for completing the hunting mission this time, he would just about be able to afford a "Dustless Pill."
Thinking of this, Sun Guoshu became even more cheerful. He no longer wanted to stay here. He had to rush back to the sect as soon as possible.
It was still more than thirty thousand li from the Malevolent Spirit Sect. He would probably need about ten days to get back to the sect.
Because Sun Guoshu had been frugal, he was reluctant to buy a good flying magical treasure, so his flying speed was not very fast.
The cultivation method he practiced was one that he had exchanged for at a discount from Elder Chigong after Bai Rou had spoken up for him after he had performed well in the great war and entered the sect.
All the spoils of war he had obtained in the great war had been exchanged for spirit stones and saved up.
Although Sun Guoshu was thinking about things, his Divine Sense was always released. The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains were not very peaceful. As a regular visitor here, Sun Guoshu had always remained vigilant.
He flew at a low altitude, quickly skimming over the treetops below.
Suddenly, the flying Sun Guoshu's expression changed. He hurriedly dropped into the mountain forest below.
The moment he landed in the mountains, specks of light flashed rapidly in the air, and several rays of light appeared on the horizon. Three rays of light, one after another, streaked across the sky like lightning, trailing long streams of light as they flew rapidly towards him.