Chapter 372: Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger!

Chapter 372: Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger!

Inside the Immortal Asylum, the Primordial Guards streamed in one after another, causing a great commotion. They pressed forward from eight entrances, nearly sealing off every possible escape route for any Old Immortals trying to break free.

"Stay sharp, everyone!"

It was clear that the group of over 250 was dead serious.

Advancing step by step, they finally converged near the Eight Trigrams arena, securing all strategic points. Their white armor shimmered with a cold light in the darkness, each bearing a circular Return symbol on their chest plates, marking their supreme status from the Primordial Ruins.

"Who's in charge here?" Barely had they taken their positions when a young man with golden eyes, Yuan Wu, emerged from the shadows, eyeing the Primordial Guards.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

No sooner had he spoken than a towering woman with an unparalleled aura stepped forward, casting a glance at the young man from her elevated position.

"Zhang Qingwei, it's you!" Yuan Wu's pupils shrank slightly, his expression turning somewhat grim. Clearly, he wasn't thrilled to see her.

"Where's the remains of the Nian?" Zhang Qingwei asked coldly, clad in armor.

"I've already crippled it. It's no threat now," Yuan Wu responded coolly, clearly not too pleased.

"Crippled by you? Was the Nian that weak?" Zhang Qingwei raised her brows in inquiry.

"Just a minor breakout," Yuan Wu replied nonchalantly.

Hearing this, the fully armed Primordial Guards let out a sigh of relief. The news of a Nian breaking out had indeed made them nervous upon entering the Immortal Asylum.

After a moment of contemplation, Zhang Qingwei commanded, "Seal all exits and conduct a thorough search. Kill anything that tries to escape, leaving not even a speck of dust behind."

"Yes!" The Primordial Guards dispersed, each to their task.

"If I may trouble you for a small favor," Yuan Wu suddenly said, catching everyone by surprise. It was unusual for someone of his noble lineage to ask for help.

"Speak," Zhang Qingwei said, slightly taken aback.

"My younger brother, Yuan Jian, has also entered the Immortal Asylum, and I've lost track of him. Please, keep an eye out for him," Yuan Wu requested directly.

The Primordial Guards exchanged glances. This task seemed simple enoughshould they encounter him, a shout would suffice.

Without further ado, they scattered again, and it wasn't long before a team came racing back with news, "Found it! It's cornered!"

"Let's go!" Zhang Qingwei and the young man with golden eyes, flanked by a contingent of Primordial Guards, hastened towards the scene. About 200 guards dashed along, swift as the wind and lightning.

These Martial Cultivators moved with the grace of demons, their agility and speed unparalleled. As they advanced, they summoned whirlwinds and trod on bolts of lightning, turning their mastery of the mystical arts into a dazzling display.

They plunged into a dark tunnel, pursuing their quarry until they reached a dead end, where a massive fissure loomed before them, darkness yawning beyond. The rocks beneath the fissure were stained with blood, a testament to the countless bones shattered here. This was the very spot where Yun Xiao first encountered the Old Immortals grinding flesh into meatballs!

With a roar, the Primordial Guards halted, sealing off the tunnel. They peered ahead, where over 900 battered and bloodied Old Immortals were cornered. Most were grievously injured, missing limbs and bleeding profusely, their desperation making them ferociously bare their teeth and hiss at their captors.

Among them was the fiery-haired Old Immortal, his chest caved in and face cracked, teetering on the brink of death.

"Seems it really was just a breakout of the elderly. Bit of overkill," Zhang Qingwei remarked coolly, casting a glance at the young man with golden eyes.

"Bringing all these Primordial Guards to kill a chicken with a bull's axe," the young man retorted, arms crossed, his gaze deep. "Had our intelligence been better, I alone would have sufficed."

Before Zhang Qingwei, the golden-eyed youth, and the 200 Primordial Guards, stood 900 fully restored, ferocious, and belligerent fiery-haired Old Immortals.

"Uh..." The young man's face drained of color as he clenched his teeth, "Impossible, playing the pig to eat the tiger?"

"Run!" Zhang Qingwei was the first to shout, her voice sharp.

One fiery-haired Old Immortal was nearly a match for the young man with golden eyes; facing over 900 was unfathomable. Not even 250 Primordial Guards could make a dent.

"Was its real target the Primordial Guards? Indeed, the effect of consuming 200 Primordial Guards would surpass all the cultivators in this world by tenfold!" The realization made the young man's skin crawl.

"This could mean... Yuan Jian might be... gone." His heart truly sank at that thought.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

It was only then, deep in the heart of the trap and having let their guard down, that the Primordial Guards realized the direness of their escape.

Roar after roar tore through the air as the fiery-haired Old Immortals, mouths agape with crimson fury, charged like mad beasts, heralding a nightmare that had just begun.

No sooner had the words left their lips than those fiery-haired Old Immortals appeared behind the Primordial Guards, each seemingly stronger than the guards themselves.

"No!"

Many guards, who were just a tad slower, were immediately pounced upon by a dozen of these fierce beings. Before they could muster any defense, they were torn asunder, their bodies rended into pieces.

The Old Immortals, clutching arms, heads, and legs, began to gnaw voraciously, blood flowing freely.

"Run!"

A desperate cry rang out, echoing the terror in the hearts of the Primordial Guards.

They were too close, their daoist spells useless against the onslaught of the fiery-haired menace. For the Nian, this moment, long awaited, was its chance to unleash fury.

Before the Nine Hells Conquest Clash, it had devoured thousands, its power growing with each life consumed.

What baffled the young man with golden eyes the most was the sheer strength of these Old Immortals, each far surpassing the one they had encountered earlier.

It dawned on him; they had been duped, the previous display a mere feint.

Escape would have been possible in the Eight Trigrams arena, with its eight gates. But here, in this narrow corridor, they were trapped.

"No wonder they breached the Immortal Asylum's gates yet didn't pursue further; they were waiting for fresh prey to wander into their trap!"

The prey had to be just right, sufficient for the Nian to handle but not enough to overwhelm it. The thought alone sent shivers down their spines, the impending doom palpable.

Screams filled the air as one Primordial Guard after another was brought down and devoured, their cries of agony a stark reminder of their grim fate. Even the battle-hardened were shaken to their core, their bodies consumed before their souls could even depart.

Who could withstand such horror?

As suppressed as the Old Immortals had been earlier, their release was equally vicious, turning the corridor into a blood-soaked path of carnage.



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