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第四卷 七星岛 第五百七十七章 血蝠洞

On the other side, the remaining stone lions were surrounded by several huge skull heads. Each skull had a diameter of over ten feet and sported sharp horns on their foreheads with blood-red, menacing eyes.

These skulls were none other than the phantoms conjured by Master Bitter using his Soul-Devouring Staff technique.

The skulls opened wide, spewing out thick green fire snakes as thick as bowls. The stone lions struggled desperately, but the snakes seemed to have a life of their own, binding the stone lions tightly.

Seeing that the stone lions were immobilized, Master Bitter's face lit up with a hint of joy. He shook his shoulder and summoned an eerie treasure before him.

This treasure had a peculiar shape; it resembled a giant axe but was quite different, emitting a chill of dark magic.

"Go."

The old demon pointed at something, and the object flashed away, reappearing above the stone lions' heads.

Sizzle.

A faint crackle reached their ears as the stone lion's face froze. With a desperate and unwilling roar, it was split in half from head to tail.

The demon's eyes widened. The stone lion had been crafted using special materials, making it incredibly tough. Despite not being invincible, its destruction seemed effortless. Master Bitter truly wasn't an ordinary late-stage Immortal Core cultivator.

This thought filled him with dread, but his face showed a warm smile: "Friend, your divine power is impressive. Working together, we can surely obtain the treasure smoothly."

"Haha, Brother Turtle, you flatter me," Master Bitter responded with a forced smile.

The two old monsters feigned politeness and tried to avoid lingering here any longer. After exchanging a few words, they flew forward.

"Senior Brother." The red-robed woman turned her head, her face full of bitter smiles: "What should we do?"

Originally, their goal was to capture the traitor, but now it had turned into this outcome. Their situation was indeed precarious. If nothing significant were found, everything would be fine. However, if they discovered Longevity Pills or any other extraordinary treasures, Master Bitter might want to keep them for himself.

Once he decided not to share the secret treasure with the sect leader and his companions, they would surely be eliminated.

Of course, these thoughts couldn't be openly expressed by the red-robed woman. But耿彪 had also thought of this, his heart pounding. Yet, where was there a second choice? They could only proceed step by step.

He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by an overwhelming spiritual pressure descending from above: "Why are you two still dawdling here? Hurry and follow Master Bitter to obtain the treasure!"

The voice seemed distant yet close to their ears. The two condensation core cultivators exchanged startled glances, recognizing it as the "千里传音" (a thousand-mile transmission) divine technique.

Realizing the warning, they reluctantly complied without further delay, transforming into streaks of light and flying towards Master Bitter's direction.

The turtle demon observed all this with keen eyes. This ancient monster, who had lived for millions of years, turned his gaze as he pondered aloud.

Three people seemed to be on the same path but with different intentions. This could be exploited.

As they maneuvered, the turtle demon, familiar with the terrain, avoided many restrictions and soon found themselves in front of a massive cavern.

The demon's speed slowed as it stopped.

"Alright, once we pass through this Blood Bat Cave, we will have left the sect's rear mountain range. Proceeding further will lead us to the main hall."

"Rear mountain?" Master Bitter frowned, his face showing confusion.

"Why not? Friend, haven't you figured it out yet? The independent space created by the founding ancestor of the Jade Profound Sect is divided into front and rear mountains. The purity of the spiritual energy differs greatly between them. The main hall is located on the front mountain, while the confinement prison we just left was built in the rear." The turtle demon, seemingly without ulterior motives, detailed this to Master Bitter.

"Oh?" Master Bitter raised his head, releasing his divine sense to scan the cave: "There seems to be a lot of spiritual energy fluctuations inside?"

"Indeed. Inside live blood bats, but with our cultivation, passing through is no problem. If we take an alternative route, it will not only waste time but also pose some risks," he said.

"Hmm." Master Bitter nodded and glanced at耿彪 and the red-robed woman: "What about them?"

"They are a bit dangerous, but with us leading the way, their mid-stage condensation core cultivation should be able to defend themselves," the turtle demon grinned.

The red-robed woman's face paled as she heard this.耿彪's complexion turned even paler. But they had no choice; in the world of cultivation, survival was a matter of strength.

"Alright, listen to Brother Turtle's advice. Once we enter the cave, follow me closely. I will take care of you," Master Bitter turned around and instructed with a serious expression.

"Thank you, Elder." The two bowed respectfully but felt no reassurance from his assurance. After all, who was Master Bitter? He had once been a mass murderer on a secondary island, killing everyone without mercy.

Since becoming a demon, he only knew how to kill, not save lives. Even if he did intervene, it would be out of the belief that their bodies held some value for him.

Like a weasel offering a chicken a gift, this old demon was known for eating his prey whole. Could he possibly have good intentions?

Their hearts were filled with both sorrow and fear, but on the surface, they had to act grateful: "Follow Master Bitter closely."

After saying this, he transformed into a black streak of light and flew towards the Blood Bat Cave.

"We should go." As Master Bitter spoke, he was already performing his divine techniques. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as if sensing something, and he retreated.

At about seven to eight feet away from them, the air began to ripple like water waves. A tiny figure appeared out of thin air, no more than an inch in size.

This figure had a finely drawn face, exuding spiritual energy. It was the woman who had conversed with the Corpse Infant; her concealment technique was truly remarkable. Both Master Bitter and the turtle demon were powerful, but they failed to detect anything after waiting for some time.

The two old monsters' faces turned pale as they exchanged shocked glances. Just as they were about to react, the woman's Immortal Core suddenly performed a hand gesture, causing red flames to burst from her body. With a flash, she vanished.

"Bad news, it's a trap," Master Bitter's face changed dramatically. Without hesitation, he whipped out his sleeve and summoned a square iron block from his wide sleeves.

Though the appearance of this treasure was ugly, its divine power was significant. It expanded with the wind, transforming into a large board several feet long and wide in an instant.

The turtle demon reacted even faster, spinning around to encase himself in a giant turtle shell.

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