Chapter 143: Prickly!
Origin Ridge.
Withered Grass Slope Plain.
Patrol squads were generally formed of seven little demons.
Due to their low cultivation, which converted to roughly the level of the fifth or sixth layer of Qi Refinement, most demons did not look human.
The only similarity between the Rat Spirit and a human was that it now walked on two feet.
The one leading the team was a Weasel Spirit.
It had a pointed mouth, its face was entirely covered in yellow fur, and as it narrowed its eyebrows and eyes, it could not help but complain:
"This great plain... patrol my ass. Even if they wanted to launch a surprise attack, they wouldn't attack from here. With just us bunch of little demons, if we really ran into a Golden Core great expert launching a surprise attack, we would be gone before we could even make a sound. What is there to inspect?"
Following this sentence from the captain, the squad quickly found a topic of conversation and began to express their opinions one after another.
In the team, a small lizard carrying an old and simple saber on its shoulder spoke with a hoarse voice:
"If they don't order us to go to our deaths, how can they manifest the authority of their Demon King?"
The Rat Spirit heard this and sighed, saying, "Before the Demon Kingdom, life and death were not in my control. After the Demon Kingdom, life and death are still not in my control. Did I not come here for nothing? Back where I was, I at least had a rat woman I was preparing to marry..."
In the squad, a small Wild Ox Spirit with bull horns and a sturdy physique spoke in a slightly naive manner:
"You cannot say it like that. If the Demon Kingdom is really established, we will never have to hide here and there or run whenever we see a human again."
As this voice fell, four demons among the seven-demon squad laughed out loud.
The shortest lizard laughed and patted the Wild Boar Spirit beside it, saying:
"Pig, do you believe these words?"
The Wild Boar Spirit laughed until its tusks went up and down, grunting and laughing as it said:
"Believe his grandma's leg!"
The Wild Ox Spirit did not refute either. Its ox eyes glanced at the other laughing demons.
These demons were just being stubborn with their mouths as usual.
If they did not believe, why would they travel a thousand miles to run to this place where birds don't shit?
Could it be that the wind and sand here were exceptionally delicious?
The Weasel looked at the rest of its own team members.
Complaining together like this was always good; it would inadvertently and gradually improve the atmosphere within the team and the feelings between each other.
Only when the speech trended towards something bad would the Weasel speak up to steer it back to the right track.
Among the four demons who laughed just now, the Weasel was not included.
Because its thoughts were the same as the Wild Ox Spirit.
If possible, it really never wanted to hide here and there again...
It had lost one wife and three children.
The Weasel rubbed the worn-out long saber at its waist with its hand. Actually, who didn't know?
Even if the Demon Kingdom was truly established successfully, this group of little demons acting as the vanguard would likely not live to see it.
If a chaotic battle really broke out, the aftershocks of a Golden Core True Person's battle would be enough to crush this group of little demons to death.
It was just that...
It also wanted to struggle for an unseen hope for the Demon Race, or perhaps, fight for a breath of air for themselves.
Even if its own existence was insignificant, it just wanted to contribute this bit of effort.
In the end, perhaps it was just hatred...
Listening to the chaotic noise in the squad, the Weasel's heart gradually calmed down, and a trace of a smile appeared on its face.
However, very quickly, this trace of a smile was replaced by gravity.
The smell of a human came from the wind...
The Weasel followed the scent in the wind, its gaze quickly looking towards the pile of withered yellow grass not far away.
It reached out to interrupt the argument behind it, and scolded in a low voice: "The air is tight!"
Hearing these words, the Rat Spirit shuddered; its small, spinning eyeballs quickly looked towards where the Weasel's gaze was directed.
It hurriedly groped for the crossbow behind its back.
When patrolling, it would always load the crossbow bolts well, to avoid having to load the bolts foolishly when a real encounter battle occurred.
Qi Refinement stage demon creatures had no spells they could use; the only thing they could rely on was their brute strength.
This kind of crossbow bolt was still very popular among low-level little demons.
It was not that they expected this thing to really be able to shoot a cultivator to death.
To shoot a cultivator to death, at the minimum, one needed a bit of ritual or spell enhancement. That kind of thing was very precious.
If even patrolling little monsters could be equipped with that gadget, the Demon Kingdom should have been established long ago.
This was mainly used to quickly judge the person opposite, whether one should fight or run.
The Rat Spirit similarly lowered its voice and asked, "Shoot?!"
The Weasel narrowed its eyebrows and eyes, saying coldly, "Volley fire!"
The sound of crossbows being drawn rang out again, and the other two little demons carrying crossbows on their backs also took out crossbow bolts!
Swoosh—swoosh—swoosh—
The crossbows fired into the air, pouncing straight toward that clump of yellow grass.
As expected, two figures quickly dashed out from the thicket of grass.
The Weasel's gaze fixed tightly on the two people flying out, a man and a woman; it saw that each held a weapon in their hands, facing the rain of arrows attacking them.
They merely danced sword flowers with their long swords, attaching meager spiritual power within, and blocked the crossbow bolts flying over.
The Weasel kept staring tightly; only after confirming that these two were not Foundation Establishment cultivators did it let out a long sigh of relief.
Where did these rash Qi Refinement cultivators come from, coming to this kind of place to lay an ambush?!
Was this looking down on them little demons?!
It shouted sternly:
"Er Niu, Lao Zhu, Stinky Lizard, pull up the Three Talents Formation!"
"Got it!" The Wild Boar Spirit's two short legs began to run quickly; the short saber at its waist was already unsheathed as it attacked towards the two people.
The Wild Ox Spirit and the Lizard Spirit also followed closely behind, charging towards the two.
The Weasel did not rashly move forward; its gaze continued to scan the surroundings, and its long nose was still frantically capturing the surrounding scents.
At this moment, Cui Hao's cultivation was at the fifth layer of Qi Refinement.
Lin Luoyu's cultivation was at the ninth layer of Qi Refinement.
Cui Hao faced the few fierce-looking demons attacking him and said with a helpless expression:
"I told you, how could there be an ambush here?"
Lin Luoyu lifted the long sword in her hand, looking calmly at the demons flying wildly towards her.
Her tone was calm: "Kill first, talk later!"
Cui Hao gripped the long sword in his hand tightly and said in a negotiating tone, "Fourth Senior Sister, you fight that pig and ox, and I will go fight that short lizard."
"Fine!" After Lin Luoyu agreed, her figure swept forward wildly and quickly.
She pounced straight at the Wild Boar Spirit and the Wild Ox Spirit.
Cui Hao's figure also followed closely behind, pouncing straight at the small lizard that was not even as high as his waist.
Lin Luoyu held her long sword high; the first confrontation was with the short-legged Wild Boar Spirit.
The short saber in the Wild Boar Spirit's hand suddenly lifted, and the muscles all over its body began to twitch frantically; its pig eyes appeared slightly scarlet. It gave a loud shout and chopped suddenly towards Lin Luoyu!
The Demon Race had an advantage in close-quarters melee combat!
As long as one had not reached Foundation Establishment!
The Demon Race had the advantage relying on their tyrannical physical bodies!
But... this was only for normal cultivators.
Lin Luoyu could not be considered a normal cultivator.
A bit of Noble Spirit could level mountains and rivers!
A speck of white spiritual energy emerged on the long sword in her hand, causing the sword, whose trajectory the Wild Boar Spirit could originally see clearly, to suddenly become nothing but a residual image!
"Retreat quickly!"
The Wild Boar Spirit could only hear the anxious roar of Niu Er behind it.
Immediately after, it sensed a chill on its neck, and then, the world spun around.
Vaguely, it seemed to see Niu Er's face full of grief and that resentful gaze.
Heh...
Would it ultimately not get to see it?
In the end, only this thought remained for the Wild Boar Spirit.
Seeing this move of Lin Luoyu's, regret surged out quickly in the Weasel. It shouted sternly in grief:
"Prickly! Prickly!"
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