Chapter 528: Comforting Little Peng (Patreon)

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Little Peng and Rainbow Mountain Chicken flew eastward together. After a day of flight, they suddenly sensed a multitude of powerful auras ahead of them, approaching from the side.

They soon saw a dense array of rainbow lights flying toward them.

Both birds were frightened, and they almost fell from the sky in fear.

"Ah! I only used a little poison. At most, it would have killed some low-tier Demonic Beasts. There's no need to send so many monsters to capture me!"

At this distance, their Divine Sense couldn't observe the exact situation on the other side. However, from the analysis of these rainbow lights, they were all at least of the same tier.

The two birds quickly turned to escape, but at that moment, a massive hand made of Spirit Qi appeared and grabbed both of them.

"Have mercy! I didn't mean it; I'm just an ignorant little bird!"

Little Peng, feeling completely powerless and trapped, begged for mercy desperately. At this point, his dignity meant nothing compared to his life.

Rainbow Mountain Chicken, trembling in shock, tried to console him but didn't know where to start.

Just then, a familiar voice echoed in Little Peng's mind.

"Little Peng, what have you been up to lately? You look so terrified."

"Ah! East Master! You scared me to death!"

At this moment, Little Peng felt no relief from escaping danger; he just felt utterly embarrassed.

Wang Hong and more than a thousand people had already approached and landed on the ground.

They found Little Peng sitting in a corner, looking despondent with his head buried under his wings, as if he had faced some emotional setback.

Rainbow Mountain Chicken sat beside him, wanting to say something comforting but not knowing where to start.

In the end, it was Wang Hong who, with a kind heart, walked over to offer some words of comfort. He spoke with a sincere tone, "Little Peng, you must understand that in the life of a bird, there are often hardships. You're still young and haven't experienced much yet. With time, you will learn to adapt and it will get better."

"East Master! Can anyone really get used to this?"

"Well, there is an adaptation process for everything. When you experience more, you will naturally adapt."

At this moment, Wang Hong took on the role of a mentor for the birds, explaining the essence of avian life.

As Wang Hong knew, wild chickens like Little Peng were not known for their monogamy; it was their inherent nature.

Rather than letting Little Peng fall into endless misery, it was better to help him face reality and build a strong psychological defense.

"If you need someone to talk to, just come to me. Don't hold it all in," Wang Hong added.

"Thank you, East Master. I still feel a bit sad though."

"It's okay; everyone has a first time. It's because you're still young."

Wang Hong left with those words. He didn't have much time to deal with the birds and chickens now.

They were getting close to the Moli tribe, and they needed to establish contact with Azure Void City and wait for the right moment to make their move.

Although Azure Void City was said to be surrounded by the Moli tribe, in reality, it was too massive for the Moli tribe's forces to completely besiege.

However, covert operations and secret communication would be handled by the Cultivators of the Immortal Way Trading Company.

After they settled down for a short while, Black-robed Cultivators from the Immortal Way Trading Company arrived. They brought a significant number of supplies, each carrying a large wooden box on their shoulders.

Seeing this, the members of the Revival Battle Team thought highly of the Immortal Way Trading Company, not only for providing valuable information but also for sending supplies.

Ignoring the discussions around them, the Black-robed Cultivators left after a brief exchange with Wang Hong.

Wang Hong carefully reviewed the information provided by Wen Lan and fell into deep thought.

The discovery of similar altars in the Purple Flame Scorpion King's cave mansion was not surprising; it was to be expected.

What intrigued him more was that he had found mysterious altars in the dens of two different four-tier Demonic Beasts. Could this suggest that there were similar altars in the dens of other four-tier Demonic Beasts?

Why had the Demon Clan spent so many resources to construct these altars, and what was their purpose?

Wang Hong pondered for a while, but with limited information, he couldn't make any connections. He decided to set this aside for now.

His immediate concern was defeating the Moli tribe and strengthening his own forces. Without sufficient strength, everything else would be in vain.

The Moli tribe had organized over a hundred thousand Demonic Beasts, and their strength was slightly superior to that of the Purple Flame Scorpion King. They had more high-tier Demonic Beasts, and their organization was more disciplined.

Even with all their forces combined, Wang Hong's side had no clear advantage.

The sheer numbers of the Demon Clan were especially daunting.

Moli's patriarch personally leading them meant that they wouldn't simply wait to be weakened like the Purple Flame Scorpion King's forces.

They had to find a way to effectively deal with the overwhelming numbers of the Demon Clan; otherwise, even if they won the battle in the end, the casualties would be devastating.

All his subordinates had given their all, and it was possible that they had become mere figureheads now.

As he was pondering this, a Black-robed Cultivator arrived to report that they had successfully established contact with Azure Void City.

The Black-robed Cultivator's efficiency was commendable. After several trips back and forth, they finally managed to devise a plan in collaboration with Azure Void City.

As night fell in the Moli tribe's camp, the atmosphere became increasingly somber.

Due to the poisoning incident that occurred the day before, Moli's patriarch had personally issued orders to thoroughly investigate the few spies infiltrated among the Demon Clan.

In the camp, a special team was organized to search for Human Clan spies. Once any suspicious Demonic Beast was found, they were captured and subjected to brutal interrogation.

After undergoing severe torture, some Demonic Beasts finally admitted to being spies. This sent shockwaves through the entire camp. Even though they weren't spies themselves, they couldn't be sure what other Demonic Beasts might think. What if they were suspected of being spies?

Consequently, they found themselves struggling to appear innocent and gained the attention of every other Demonic Beast.

At this moment, they realized how difficult it was to appear normal in these circumstances, and they felt utterly lost.

Little Peng had no idea that his recent actions had created such confusion among the Demon Clan. If he had known, he could have boasted about it for the next five hundred years.

A three-tier burrowing beast had just stepped out of its tent, contemplating whether to smile or appear serious when interacting with others. Suddenly, the sky was filled with the sound of countless arrows and short spears flying towards the camp.

The arrows quickly rained down on the camp, causing a wave of screams and panic.

However, the barrage of projectiles didn't stop; it was like a relentless downpour, continuously striking the entire camp, including its surroundings.

In a matter of moments, many Demonic Beasts in the camp had been killed or injured. Still, the assault showed no signs of letting up.

High-tier Demon Clan members took to the skies to retaliate, heading towards the source of the arrows. However, as soon as one or two Demonic Beasts took flight, they were met with coordinated attacks from multiple directions, launched by a dozen or more magic weapons. These attacks often killed them before they could even assess the situation.

Golden Core Cultivators had long since sealed off the skies, specifically to deal with these high-tier Demonic Beasts.

Now, these Demonic Beasts were simply throwing their lives away by flying out.

The sudden attack had caught all the Demonic Beasts off guard, leaving them in a passive and vulnerable position.

They could only watch as short spears and arrows continued to slaughter the low-tier Demonic Beasts in the camp.

Amidst the chaos and the inability to fight back, a colossal figure ascended into the sky.

This figure was as huge as a mountain, with lantern-like eyes, entirely black and covered in scales, with the body of a bull but adorned with deer antlers.

It was said that the Moli tribe had Kirin bloodline, but perhaps due to impurity, they resembled bulls more.

"Moli's patriarch has taken action!"

The Demonic Beasts below became excited when they saw this figure. Whenever Moli's patriarch intervened, all their problems would be resolved.

Moli's patriarch soared in the sky, scanning the position of the Human Clan Cultivators. He noticed that there were over twenty thousand people in formation, continuously firing arrows and short spears towards the camp.

It was the Demon Subduing Army from the Human Clan, daring to venture outside the city for a surprise attack. This suited Moli's patriarch just fine, as it was an opportunity to annihilate them in one fell swoop.

He lifted one of his massive front hooves, preparing to stomp down upon the Demon Subduing Army.

In his eyes, any ants below could be easily crushed.

But as he confidently made his move, a crimson Flying Sword shot out from the side, slashing his foreleg and tearing through the scales to reveal flesh underneath.

Before he could retract his foreleg, another crimson Flying Sword came from behind, aiming for his rear.

He quickly clamped his two hind legs and flicked his tail, deflecting the Flying Sword, although it left a wound on his tail.

It was only at this moment that he noticed a Daoist Master soaring into the sky, confronting him head-on.

Moli's patriarch hadn't expected that there would be a Nascent Soul Cultivator among the Human Clan. Caught off guard, he suffered minor injuries.

Subsequently, the two engaged in a fierce aerial battle, with neither side allowing the other to gain an advantage. Their clashes sent shockwaves that even Golden Core Cultivators couldn't approach.

Wang Hong, who had recently advanced to the Nascent Soul stage and had not yet consolidated his Realm, wasn't very familiar with the methods of Nascent Soul stage. In his previous encounter with the Purple Flame Scorpion King, he had been uncertain and had resorted to a sneak attack. However, after that battle, he had gained more experience and improved his strength.

Now, facing Moli's patriarch, he felt much more confident and capable.

Moli's patriarch seemed to sense that Wang Hong was becoming more proficient in their battle, which angered him. He increased the pace of his attacks.

But Wang Hong's attacks were consistently blocked by the green leaves surrounding him.

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