When Wu Tie saw the smooth rock face without any seams, he would rather believe that he had gone the wrong way.
How could such a huge mine entrance suddenly disappear?
So, he drove the Chang Fan and crossed the entire diameter of the mine, arriving at the other end.
Po Xi, wielding a heavy sword, transformed into a cold light and chased after Wu Tie.
However, it was evident that Po Xi's strength relied on external forces. On flat ground, she was incredibly fast, but when flying in the air, she clearly couldn't keep up with Wu Tie.
She continuously swiped her sword in the air, sending out sword qi, while Wu Tie shook the Chang Fan, causing rolling clouds of smoke and unpredictable mist, making his figure blurry.
The sword qi swept past, but not a single one managed to hit Wu Tie.
Not only due to the smoke and clouds, but the light around Wu Tie also underwent subtle distortions.
The Wu Tie that Po Xi saw was not in the same position as his real one. No matter how crazily she slashed, she couldn't hit him.
Wu Tie flew the distance of over a hundred miles in the time it would take to drink a cup of tea.
The other side of the rock wall was also perfectly flat, with strange patterns faintly visible on the mountain rocks and a pale yellow light shining within the mountain body. The color of the rocks also became more lustrous, resembling jade rather than ordinary stones.
Wu Tie dumbfoundedly stared at the complete rock wall, his face a mess as he muttered softly, "Where's the exit?"
Po Xi swiftly chased after him and arrived less than a hundred meters behind Wu Tie. Wu Tie didn't dare to be careless, frantically shaking the Chang Fan and flying at full speed around the mine.
As they chased and fled, the top circumference of the mine, with a diameter of over a hundred miles, forced Wu Tie to fly a circle around the mine, and then another circle.
It was as if they were running into a wall. The exit of the mine seemed to have disappeared.
Po Xi relentlessly pursued, wildly slashing with her heavy sword. Sword qi flew out in succession, and Wu Tie waved the Chang Fan, causing rolling clouds of smoke. His figure became hazy and indistinct.
None of the sword qi managed to hit Wu Tie.
Not only due to the smoke, but the light surrounding Wu Tie also underwent slight distortions.
Po Xi saw Wu Tie's figure, completely separate from his actual position. No matter how crazily she slashed, she couldn't hit him.
After circling the mine countless times, Wu Tie occasionally glanced down and saw Jia Zhengfeng and the others locked in a fierce battle at the bottom of the mine.
Five young men and women, wearing Profound Ice armor, were actually suppressing Jia Zhengfeng and his group. Two young girls joined forces and engaged Jia Zhengfeng in a heated fight. Amidst the surging blood clouds and cold aura, one could occasionally hear Jia Zhengfeng angrily roaring, seemingly suffering some losses.
Shi Hui, under the coordination of a group of family warriors, was struggling to deal with the ruthless attacks of a young girl. Occasionally, a sorrowful cry would sound out—a cry of despair from the elite warriors of Shi's family, killed by the young girl.
The leader of the Church of Longevity, with a group of Mist Blade subordinates, was escaping at full speed.
The aged leader was too fearful to engage in combat with these strange enemies. He was like an old flea, hopping and leaping within the mine, running amok on the spiral mine path. A group of Mist Blade assassins also employed their secret techniques, hiding within the mist, flitting about like ghosts.
They didn't directly confront the enemy; they also held a heavy sword in each hand, but it seemed that they didn't have a good way to deal with the young man either.
The most unlucky ones were the disciples of the Eternal Life Sect.
Several more corpses lay on the ground, clearly having had their blood drained by Jia Zhengfeng. Apart from that, most of the disciples of the Eternal Life Sect had been cut down, with only a few lucky survivors who were proficient in escaping techniques, frantically fleeing within the mine, evading the fatal attacks of the last young man.
Every now and then, Wu Tie heard the desperate screams of the surviving disciples of the Eternal Life Sect.
The young man who pursued them was named Xu Yi. These escaping disciples of the Eternal Life Sect cried out, some cursing, some wailing loudly, some reminiscing about the friendships of the past...
In short, they all resorted to different means in an attempt to escape Xu Yi's pursuit.
The inside of the mine was in chaos, just like a shattered duck coop exploding. Outside the mine entrance, within the mountain, the rocky wall in front of Shi Meng undulated like water waves, naturally parting to the sides, revealing a spacious passageway.
Shi Fei followed closely behind Shi Meng, hugging a large roasted beast leg and tearing into it bite after bite.
A twenty-meter-tall iron giant with skin reflecting cold light, its head completely hairless, wearing a complete giant python skin, lumbered behind Shi Meng and Shi Fei.
Shi Meng's strength was limited, and the passageway he commanded the stones to create was only fifteen to sixteen meters high. The iron giant had to bend its body when walking and appeared quite awkward, causing its footsteps to become even heavier.
After taking a few steps, the iron giant looked up, banging its head against the stone above, infuriated, it extended a finger and poked Shi Meng's back forcefully.
Shi Meng grunted in pain, the slight poke caused him to stumble forward a few steps. His forehead knocked against the unsplit rock in front of him, nearly breaking his nose.
"Uncle Zeng!" Shi Meng turned around, furious, and fiercely glared at the iron giant.
The iron giant pouted, breathing heavily from its nostrils, almost blowing Shi Fei away. He grumbled unhappily, "A group of brats, creating so much trouble... Why make it so troublesome? That old man of the Shi family, one slap would've been enough to kill him... Why must you complicate things so much?"
Shi Meng and Shi Fei exchanged glances, both sighing. "Uncle Zeng, we must ensure nothing goes wrong," Shi Fei mumbled, wiping the grease from his hands onto his clothes. With a snap, he successfully managed to get a grip on his chin bone buried deep within his fat flesh, adopting a pensive expression.
The iron giant hmphed, sticking out a finger and forcefully poking Shi Fei and Shi Meng's backs twice.
"Enough of the nonsense, let me out," the iron giant angrily roared in a low voice. "It doesn't matter if they're from the Mist Blade or the Church of Longevity. They're all trapped here, and it just so happens that I can slap them all to death with a single blow."
With a 'swoosh,' Wu Tie once again flew through the smoke and clouds, with Po Xi closely following him. Her heavy sword swung wildly and unleashed the power of the frigid ice, sending out sharp sword qi that struck the surrounding rocky walls, causing sparks to fly.
After the sparks scattered, the rocks remained unscathed.
These originally ordinary rocky cliffs had become not only much more lustrous than fine steel but also a hundred times harder.
Wu Tie also noticed this anomaly. He couldn't help but turn around and angrily shout at Po Xi, "Crazy woman, why are you chasing after me? Take a good look. It seems like we've been sealed in here."
Po Xi's eyes flickered with blue light, completely turning into deep blue gems that faintly radiated light, just like two large sapphires.
She stared intently at Wu Tie, not saying a word, her expression unchanged.
She pursued Wu Tie with a single-minded focus, no matter where he ran, she relentlessly swung her heavy sword, with the posture of not stopping until Wu Tie was ground into mincemeat.
Wu Tie could only grit his teeth and continue fleeing around the mine.
At this moment, Po Xi's strength was completely on a different level from his own. If not for the mysterious Wind-Cloud Banner, he would have long been cut into meat sauce.
Fighting was definitely not an option. They had no chance of winning, so they could only run.
Having circled the mine countless times, Wu Tie occasionally looked down and saw Jia Zhengfeng and the others engaged in a bitter struggle at the bottom of the mine.
Five young men and women, dressed in Profound Ice armor, completely suppressed Jia Zhengfeng and his group. Two young girls attacked together, amidst surging blood clouds and cold aura, intermittently hearing Jia Zhengfeng roaring in anger, as if he had suffered significant losses.
Shi Hui, with the cooperation of a group of family warriors, had a difficult time dealing with the fierce assault of a young girl. Occasionally, one could hear the pitiful screams of Shi's elite warriors being killed by the young girl.
The Grand Master led a group of Mist Blade assassins and escaped at full speed.
The old Grand Master didn't dare to confront these strange enemies. He was like an old flea, hopping and leaping within the mine, zigzagging along the spiral mine passage.
The Mist Blade assassins were also employing their secret esoteric techniques, their figures hidden amidst the mist, wandering about like phantoms.
They didn't directly face off against the enemy. Even the two-handed heavy sword-wielding young man seemed to have no good way to deal with them.
The unluckiest ones were the disciples of the Eternal Life Sect.
Several more dried up corpses lay on the ground, clearly having had their blood consumed by Jia Zhengfeng.
Apart from that, most of the disciples of the Eternal Life Sect had been cut down already. Only a few clever individuals, proficient in escaping techniques, were lucky enough to endlessly roam the mine, dodging the beheading strikes of the last young man.
From time to time, Wu Tie also heard the desperate shouts of the surviving disciples of the Eternal Life Sect.
The young man currently chasing them was named Xu Yi. These fleeing disciples of the Eternal Life Sect cried out, some cursing, some wailing loudly, some recounting past friendship...
In any case, they all used different means in an attempt to escape Xu Yi's pursuit.
The inside of the mine was in chaos, just like a shattered duck coop.
Outside the mine entrance, within the mountain, the rocky wall in front of Shi Meng undulated like water waves, naturally parting to the sides, revealing a spacious passageway.
Shi Fei followed closely behind Shi Meng, hugging a large roasted beast leg and tearing into it bite after bite.
A twenty-meter-tall iron giant with skin reflecting cold light, its head completely hairless, and draped in a complete giant python skin, followed behind Shi Meng and Shi Fei with heavy footsteps.
Shi Meng's power was limited. The path he demanded the rocks create was only fifteen or sixteen meters in height. The iron giant had to stoop, making it rather awkward when walking, and thus, its footsteps became even heavier.
After taking a few steps, the iron giant looked up, banging its head against the stone above. Annoyed, it extended a finger and poked Shi Meng's back forcefully.
Shi Meng grunted in pain, stumbling forward a few steps due to the little poke. His forehead knocked against the unsplit rock that was in front of him, nearly fracturing his nose.
"Uncle Zeng!" Shi Meng turned around in fear, not waiting for him to retreat before the young girl suddenly appeared before him. The young girl's long sword pierced through his chest. A blue frigid aura rapidly spread throughout Shi Meng's body, and in an instant, he turned into an ice sculpture.
The young girl pulled out her sword and, flipping it around, smashed the hilt onto Shi Meng's forehead.
With a bang, Shi Meng exploded into countless large and small ice fragments, scattering all over the ground. The young girl seized the giant spirit lamp from Shi Meng's hand, and with a horizontal swing of her right hand's longsword, a tens of meters long arc-shaped sword light flashed, slashing apart dozens of stone house warriors standing beside her.
Dismal and painful wails rose to the sky as the other stupefied stone house warriors shouted, their eyes bloodshot, their roars hoarse, as they charged toward the young girl like wild beasts.
"For the elder's revenge!" They knew they couldn't defeat her, yet they still launched a desperate attack.
The young girl lowered her head, examining the giant spirit lamp in her hand without sparing a glance for these warriors. She forcefully plunged her longsword into the ground with her right hand, causing an intense cold to spread within a diameter of a hundred meters. With a swoosh, hundreds of sharp icicles tore apart the ground, shooting up more than ten meters high.
Over a hundred stone house warriors wailed miserably, each one of them pierced by the ice spires, hanging high up in the air ten meters off the ground.
(End of this chapter)