Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 136 Battle

As agreed, the group only had five days to hunt and harvest in the secret realm, with a round trip of two and a half days. Now that more than half of the trip had passed, they naturally had to hurry.

The group spurred their horses and galloped downhill.

This run lasted a full hour.

There was no harvest along the way, and many plants on the riverbank seemed to have lost their vitality and could no longer produce valuable materials.

At that moment, a sharp whistling sound suddenly rang out from something in Pei Buqi's arms. His expression changed drastically as he pulled out the jade token, which was the magical artifact that Huang Shouren had given to the leader of the fifth team.

If you encounter danger, you can crush the jade pendant, which will naturally send a distress signal to nearby teams.

This proves that there is a nearby detachment in urgent need of rescue and facing danger.

Pei Buqi held the jade tablet with a stern face. It had two dots, one black and one red. The black dot indicated the location of his team, and the red dot indicated the location awaiting rescue.

He wanted to refuse to help, but the teams consisted of people from both inside and outside the powerful families, and not everyone in the teams was one of his own. If even one person leaked the information, he would be unable to maintain his foothold in the provincial capital.

Does anyone know which family is among those who requested help?

The group rode forward for only half an incense stick's time.

Then I saw a strange sight.

The river narrows abruptly at a natural constriction, becoming only a dozen or so feet wide, where a colossal, ancient, withered tree lies, just wide enough to cross.

It's right on the other side of the river.

A small group of people, covered in blood, were being attacked by a hundred or so snow wolves and were retreating in a sorry state. The key problem was that the wolves had circled around and cut off their retreat route, blocking the natural wooden bridge.

Mixed among these snow wolves were a dozen or so giant wolves, each over ten feet long. They opened their mouths and exhaled icy breath, freezing the ground and making it difficult for the horses to stand, thus limiting the combat effectiveness of the group.

If a horse stumbles and falls, it is immediately pounced on by the pack of wolves, who tear the rider and his mount apart. The giant wolves, in particular, have an astonishing bite force. A dozen wolves can devour a man and horse in just a few bites, some even chewing up the gun barrels and spitting out only the spearheads.

One of the young generals, with a jade-like face and silver armor, had a leather bag tied around his waist. Inside, something seemed to be wriggling. He spotted Pei Buqi and shouted excitedly.

"Bu Qi, come quickly and save me!"

"I am the Fourth Young Master!"

"I'll wipe the slate clean on your friend's matter!"

"I swear to God, I will never cause trouble for your friend again!"

Pei Buqi and Yang Silang's faces immediately darkened.

Pei Buqi never expected that the one seeking help would be that little devil Pei Shihou.

If I had known it was him... I would have been better off slowing down the horse; perhaps the other party would have been devoured.

Given the current situation, he has to go and save the family even if it's a tough one, otherwise, if word gets out, the Pei family will want to tear him apart.

Yang Silang stroked his chin, his eyes filled with amusement.

He glanced at Su Zhixiu, Zhu Hecheng, and Ji Jinliang.

He squinted, lost in thought. After considering the matter, he gave up the idea. Forget it, there were so many people to kill, it would be impossible to cover them up. It was much more difficult than killing Pei Shihou.

He refused to believe that, being so close and with only a few days left before his return journey, there wouldn't be a chance to make a move.

"Wrap the horse's hooves in coarse cloth and use it to save the person..." Pei Buqi reluctantly gave the order.

He and Zhuang Sheng, Bai Lang's mounts were iron-hoofed horses, capable of carving holes in the ice without needing to be wrapped in cloth; Zhu Hecheng's horse was different; and Su Zhixiu's horse had light blue skin, and she didn't know what kind of bloodline it was, but she just shook her head and said it wasn't necessary.

Soon, everyone was ready.

They even weighed and weighed Daqing, treating him like a master, carefully wrapping his four hooves, because he would actually be riding on Daqing's back to charge into battle later.

Daqing looked disdainful, but still cooperated and raised its hoof to enjoy it for a moment.

Pei Buqi blew a bone whistle.

Seven people, in pairs, rode their horses up the ancient tree. It was probably frequently visited by wild animals, as the tree's surface was flat like a path with few protrusions, and it was covered with a layer of sap.

Pei Buqi and Bai Lang charged forward in the first group. Their iron-hoofed horses had hooves as big as bowls, and sparks flew when they stepped on the ground. The two men, wielding long swords and spears, directly knocked down several wolves blocking their way and rushed onto the ice.

A clanging sound.

The ice surface was pierced by large holes carved out by the horses' hooves, and the iron-hoofed horses ran steadily and smoothly.

Then there are Joo Ha-sung and So Ji-soo.

Especially Su Zhixiu, whose horse's four hooves emitted a pale blue light, making it run faster and more steadily on the ice, its speed increasing dramatically.

Finally, it was Zhuang Sheng and Yang Silang who weighed the goods. Since Yang and Ji rode together on one horse, it was three people on two horses.

Daqing ran steadily on the ice, the ice beneath its hooves shattering with a resounding crash.

The seven men immediately crashed into the wolf pack's encirclement from behind.

The giant wolf howled, urging the ordinary snow wolves to pounce and block. At the same time, seven or eight giant wolves pounced together, taking the opportunity to charge at Pei Shiliang and the others in the middle, and bit off two more people on the spot.

Only Pei Shiliang and one of his followers were still barely holding on.

On the outer perimeter, Pei Buqi unfurled his long weapon and fought his way through the enemy lines, charging towards the inner perimeter.

These ordinary snow wolves are easy to deal with, but the real challenge is those giant wolves, with their thick skin, sharp claws, and immense strength, which can be treated almost like a steel-dirty martial arts master.

These giant wolves leaped across the ice with incredible speed, completely unaffected, and were able to unleash their full potential, making them extremely difficult to deal with.

Pei Buqi brandished his serrated knife while shouting.

"Brother Yang, you guys hold the rear line and don't let those wolves block it again."

His plan was to get in and out quickly; he didn't care how many demon wolves he killed, his priority was getting the people inside out.

Yang Silang, Zhuang Sheng, and Ji Jinliang stood guard on both sides of the bridge upon hearing this.

Zhuang Sheng dismounted. This time, it was inconvenient for him to carry a large shield while riding, so he carried a new shield that was half his height and the same width as his body. When he landed, he pressed a spring, and the folding shield unfolded, instantly becoming an iron shield that was the same height as his body and slightly wider than his body, with a support at the back.

When weighing goods, he would take a long-handled short sword from his waist, attach it to his staff, twist it, and it would become a double-edged spear, which he would then use to attack from behind his shield.

Yang Silang rode his big blue steed, his iron spear flashing with countless cold stars, which struck the heads of the snow wolves that pounced on him. In an instant, the sound of skulls cracking was deafening. These reckless snow wolves were crushed by the spearheads and often died without uttering a sound.

The big blue wolf revealed its ferocity, biting, kicking, stomping, and stomping, while its master moved nimbly, even more agile and faster than the other wolves.

The three of them carved out a clearing at the bridgehead, killing more than a dozen ordinary snow wolves in the process.

"Aww..."

Three giant wolves, seeing the situation was not good, charged straight at them!

The three of them circulated their inner energy, causing their blood and qi to surge.

With Zhuang Sheng's large shield supporting him, Yang Silang's ruthless and precise spear technique, targeting vital points, followed the bold and sweeping style of Emperor Taizu's five armies on the battlefield.

Riding his large blue steed, he seized the opportunity to counterattack, suddenly circling around and delivering a fierce blow. With the help of his mount, the power of his spear increased exponentially, often forcing the giant wolf to dodge in disarray with a single strike, unable to withstand the attack head-on.

One of the giant wolves was too slow to dodge and was shot in the shoulder, which blew out a bloody hole. However, its body quickly lit up with blue light, and the blood that flowed out froze, affecting its forelimbs. It limped along, still looking for an opportunity.

The three worked together remarkably well, and the three giant wolves gained the upper hand, yet they were unable to subdue them.

On the other side, Pei Buqi and the others finally reunited with Pei Shihou. The six riders were also in dire straits under the attack of seven or eight giant wolves, and they struggled to rush towards the bridgehead.

"Brother Bu Qi..." Pei Shihou shouted, "You guys hold them off for me!"

"I was distracted by those beasts and couldn't free my hands!"

"Watch how I deal with them!"

His face contorted in pain as he pulled something from his robes—a small red fan covered with many red birds. He bit his lip, smeared the blood on it, and silently chanted incantations.

"Ancestors of the Pei family, your descendants are in dire straits today. Please grant us your protection and lend us some of the treasure's power..."

"I offer my blood as a sacrifice to the small fan to prove that I am a true descendant of the Pei family."

Upon seeing this, Pei Buqi frowned and exclaimed in surprise, "Treasure!" He immediately joined the others in desperately blocking the attacks of the giant wolves around them. During this time, Pei Shihou's guard screamed in agony as his mount was dragged away by a giant wolf and became its meal.

Now, let's talk about the bridgehead.

Unable to plug the gap in their haste, the three giant wolves huddled together and stopped their attack. Suddenly, they took a deep breath, their chests bulging, and then they opened their mouths and exhaled, releasing three streams of white air that merged into a huge, half-human-sized white cloud of mist that emitted a hazy light, which rushed toward the three of them.

Before the white fog arrived, the surrounding air cooled down rapidly, as if a biting icy wind was blowing in our faces, and the ground was covered with a layer of frost.

Seeing that things were not going well, the big blue dog shrank its huge body and hid behind the shield. It lowered its head, hunched its waist, and tucked its four hooves in, managing to curl itself into a blue ball of flesh.

Yang Silang had already turned over and hid behind Da Qing again.

Boom!

The white mist slammed heavily into the iron shield.

A bone-chilling cold current violently washed over the iron shield and the three people behind it!

The large shield was instantly frozen, and Zhuang Sheng and Ji Jin behind it were also encased in a thick layer of ice, unable to move, like two statues.

Even the treasure-hunting rat hiding in the hair of the two-headed tassel turned into a small ice ball.

The azure demonic power outside Daqing's body surged, as if a halo had appeared. However, this halo was crooked, only protecting itself and Yang Silang, ignoring everyone else who was nearby.

Even with the Great Azure Demon's power blocking them from the outside.

Yang Silang felt that the icy breath had disrupted his blood and energy circulation, and even his mind seemed to freeze.

He watched helplessly as the three giant wolves pounced, the first one being the one he had stabbed in the shoulder with his spear, its forehead slamming heavily against the iron shield.

The previously sturdy iron shield shattered into pieces in an instant, with fragments of iron flying in all directions.

Behind the shield, Ji Jinliang and Zhuang Sheng immediately had many penetrating wounds, but no blood flowed from the wounds, as if the blood had frozen.

"Rejuvenation!"

Yang Silang knew by his senses that it would take him only a few breaths for his internal energy and blood to recover.

But in just a few breaths, the three-headed wolf could kill him several times over, so he used the Rejuvenation Divine Power without hesitation.

At this moment, Daqing turned around, opened its mouth and bit down, ready to flee with its master. The pack of wolves was fierce, and if they couldn't win, they would just run away!

It watched as its master, who should have been frozen stiff, seemed unaffected. It then flipped over and mounted him, using the spear to flick and push, using a gentle force to send Zhuang Sheng and Ji Jinliang, the two ice sculptures, flying far away.

He didn't dare use the "lifting" technique, fearing that if the two of them fell, the iron shield would shatter into pieces!

Yang Silang clamped Daqing between his legs, pointed the spearhead at the giant wolf in front of him, and Daqing stood up and charged forward without hesitation.

hum!

He thrust out his spear with a spiraling force, and a faint fiery red aura flashed on the spearhead, indicating that he was using the fire element of the Five Elements True Qi.

The giant wolf hadn't expected Yang Silang to recover so quickly. Caught off guard, the spearhead pierced through the eye hole and emerged from the back of his head, killing him instantly!

Yang Silang was shaken violently as the two forces collided, even slightly deforming his iron spear. He gathered his inner energy, flicked his spear, and hurled the giant wolf's corpse out, smashing it horizontally towards the two giant wolves that followed.

The two giant wolves howled in pain, dodged away, then pounced again, their eyes gleaming with a ferocious madness.

Without hesitation, Yang Silang pulled on the reins, turned the horse around, and galloped toward the wooden bridge behind him.

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