บท 27: Three party collaboration
In the dense forest, the silver light in Barnard's iron grip intertwined like a flowing ribbon, weaving into a dense web of silver light that descended upon Luo Hao.
Despite the tenfold gravity field, Luo Hao moved with astonishing agility, his broadsword carving strange arcs that tore the incoming light web into fragments.
Barnard remained unperturbed, keeping a measured distance from Luo Hao, continuously weaving new webs of silver light to enshroud him.
The silver webs, unaffected by the tenfold gravity, fluttered gracefully within the field. Those torn by Luo Hao's sword reformed as they danced, encircling him once more.
From a distance, it appeared as if Luo Hao stood at the center of a shattered spider's web. Despite his broadsword's relentless swings, the webs, though torn, never vanished.
Barnard, maintaining his distance, skillfully entangled Luo Hao, all while occasionally letting out a cold chuckle. "Why resist so stubbornly, my friend? All we want are the two women. My men are already on their way. Unless something unexpected happens, those two should already be in our grasp. You can't escape my 'Silver Silk Web.' The outcome is inevitable, so why waste your energy?"
"If anything happens to them, I swear, I will hunt down every last member of your Fang Mercenary Group!" Luo Hao's voice was grim as he growled from within the encroaching web of light. "I'll dedicate my entire life to eradicating your group until not a single one of you is left!"
Barnard's heart skipped a beat. He took a deep breath and nodded. "It seems I have no choice but to kill you."
"Captain! Captain!" A cry of alarm echoed from the distance. "Zhuoke is dead! He was poisoned from just a single cut on his arm!"
Barnard's face darkened. "No more holding back! Kill those two immediately! Damn it! Using poison... When they're dead, dismember them and feed their remains to the beasts! I want them obliterated!"
The mercenaries responded with a unified shout, pursuing Zhao Xin and Hu Long through the forest.
Barnard steeled himself, fully activating the "Silver Silk Web" to enclose Luo Hao's position, preparing for a life-and-death struggle.
Suddenly, bolts of lightning, as thick as fingers, descended from the sky, forming another web that enveloped Luo Hao from above.
Luo Hao's expression changed drastically. Despite his frantic swings, his broadsword couldn't sever the new electric web.
The bolts, numbering about a dozen, flickered with a brilliant light and coiled around him like serpents.
Startled, Luo Hao hastily swung his broadsword, channeling all his energy into it. The blade suddenly radiated a dazzling white light, forming rings that encircled his body.
"Sizzle! Sizzle!"
The lightning bolts entwined with the white rings, causing crackling sparks to erupt from Luo Hao's body.
The rate at which his vital energy drained suddenly increased severalfold!
Under the terrifying power of the lightning, his strength rapidly diminished, and his complexion paled.
A sharp sword suddenly appeared above Luo Hao's head, radiating a murderous aura as it struck the rings surrounding his body.
"Boom!"
Luo Hao's body shook violently, a mouthful of blood spewing out as he staggered backward, reeling from the blow.
Barnard's "Silver Silk Web" took the opportunity to wrap tightly around him, binding him so securely that he could no longer move.
"Shink!"
The sword pierced through Luo Hao's body. The wielder, a masked figure with a deathly pale face—the Darkmoon Envoy of Dark Underworld—finally revealed himself.
Accompanying him was Mo Chaoge of the Mo family, who stepped out from behind an ancient tree, lightning still flickering from his fingers.
"Shink! Shink! Shink!"
The Darkmoon Envoy's eyes were filled with malice as he repeatedly thrust his sword into Luo Hao's body.
The gravity field gradually dissipated…
"Uncle Luo!"
Tears welled up in Zhao Xin's eyes as he wailed in grief.
Arrows rained down from above, and Zhao Xin, pierced by numerous arrows, fell to the ground, dead.
On the other side, arrows continued to fly towards Hu Long, but the aim seemed off, sparing Hu Long and instead hitting the members of the Fang Mercenary Group pursuing him.
Seizing the moment, Hu Long, eyes bloodshot, fled desperately through the forest. "Uncle Luo is dead, Zhao Xin is dead, only Miss Mu can avenge them. I must bring the news to Miss Mu…"
"Chase him!" The members of the Fang Mercenary Group shouted as they attempted to pursue, but arrows descended from the sky, blocking their path.
The mercenaries' faces darkened as they realized someone was trying to prevent them from chasing Hu Long. They searched the forest with fierce eyes, trying to locate the archer.
Pale-masked figures began emerging from the woods, some of whom were Mo family warriors, armed with crossbows and exuding a murderous aura.
"Why are you helping me kill him?" Barnard frowned at the sudden appearance of the Darkmoon Envoy and Mo Chaoge. "I don't believe we know each other. You kill on my behalf, but what do you seek in return?"
"We're not helping you." The Darkmoon Envoy approached with a cold glance. "Luo Hao was our enemy from the Dark Underworld. We've been hunting him. You merely assisted us."
Mo Chaoge, standing off to the side, didn't approach immediately. Instead, he frowned and asked, "Envoy, you said this guy was the strongest warrior protecting that kid. Now that he's dead, we don't need to waste any more time, do we?"
"Indeed." The Darkmoon Envoy nodded. "But don't be hasty. I left 'Darkmoon Scent' on Hu Long. I deliberately allowed him to escape so he could lead us to the person we need."
"Good." Mo Chaoge smiled slightly. "We're not far from our merchant alliance. Once our task is complete, Envoy, would you be interested in visiting our Mo family? We could discuss the details of our cooperation."
"No problem." The Darkmoon Envoy nodded.
In just a few short days, the Darkmoon Envoy from the Dark Underworld and Mo Chaoge had already formed an alliance, secretly forging a pact.
"Why did you kill him? What was your motive?" Barnard waved his hand, and the members of the Fang Mercenary Group gathered around him.
"For a young girl and a skinny boy." Mo Chaoge smiled. "I've long admired the Fang Mercenary Group. Today's encounter proves your reputation is well deserved. I'm Mo Chaoge of the Mo family, part of the merchant alliance. I wonder if the captain would be interested in doing some business with us?"
"What kind of business?" Barnard frowned.
"The profitable kind, of course! Heh, if you're interested, we can discuss the details. I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Mo Chaoge laughed heartily.
"Let's not discuss that now." Barnard pondered for a moment. "If nothing unexpected happens, my men should have already captured the people you're after. But we can't let our efforts go unrewarded. How about we keep the voluptuous female mercenary? Will that work?"
Barnard could tell that neither the Dark Underworld nor the Mo family were to be trifled with.
The leaders, the Darkmoon Envoy and Mo Chaoge, were both in the Hundred Tribulations Realm, on par with him, and had clearly reached an understanding. Barnard realized he couldn't contend with their combined strength and had to compromise.
Mo Chaoge didn't respond but looked at the Darkmoon Envoy.
The Darkmoon Envoy's cold eyes flickered before he slowly nodded. "No problem."
"Alright, let's go collect them." Seeing his agreement, Barnard breathed a sigh of relief. He had just witnessed the ruthlessness of these two and didn't want to fight them.
...
Mu Yudie knelt down, carefully dressing Shi Yan's wounds.
Shi Yan sat cross-legged on the ground, his expression grim as he silently focused on the changes in the wound on his shoulder and the purification of Tu Mu's vital energy within his body, paying no attention to Mu Yudie.
"This guy can be lecherous at times, yet other times he's more upright than a saint. What a strange person…"
Mu Yudie couldn't help but be puzzled. Normally, Shi Yan would gaze at her with unabashedly brazen eyes.
Yet now, despite her being so close that they could smell each other, Shi Yan remained focused, not showing a trace of improper behavior, leaving her confused.
Mu Yudie's thoughts swirled with uncertainty as she tried to fathom what kind of person Shi Yan truly was.
Shi Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind immersed in his body.
The cells around his shoulder wound were highly active, and without him doing anything, he could feel the wound slowly healing under the influence of the "Immortal Martial Spirit."
The vital energy from Tu Mu, purified within his body's meridians, silently nurtured strange, negative emotions…
After using "Berserk," his limbs felt weak, and his body ached all over. It seemed impossible to muster any strength for the time being. This familiar aftermath left him uncomfortable, yet there was nothing he could do.
Not far away, Diyalan, after resting for a while, recovered and began searching through Tu Mu's belongings.
A minute later, Diyalan returned with a small bag to Mu Yudie and Shi Yan's side. "
Miss, this guy seemed to have some unique techniques that could strengthen vital energy, and he's also skilled at blood sacrifices. I found some strange animal bones in his bag, which might be connected to this. Take a look."
Mu Yudie took the bag and opened it.
Inside were several animal bones covered in strange carvings, as well as three small bottles, each containing a small amount of viscous red liquid.
"Blood sacrifice?" Shi Yan raised an eyebrow, his heart suddenly tightening.
"Yes, blood sacrifice," Diyalan answered solemnly. "This method is very cruel, requiring the blood of living creatures to augment one's own strength. It's extremely ruthless."
Shi Yan nodded, but his heart remained heavy.
At this moment, Diyalan seemed to have recovered. Glancing at Shi Yan, she wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a while, she chose to remain silent.
Mu Yudie noticed this and frowned slightly. After dressing Shi Yan's wounds, she whispered, "Let's take a break here. We'll continue when you've recovered a bit."
Shi Yan remained silent, sitting cross-legged and closing his eyes, channeling the purified energy to recover.
Mu Yudie cast another deep glance at him, her eyes growing even more puzzled. Then she pulled Diyalan to the side and began discussing their next steps in hushed tones.
This is a normal novel. It uses descriptive language, portrays various emotions and actions, and develops the story in a linear manner. It could be categorized as an adventure or fantasy novel with elements of action and suspense.
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