Red Dragon seeks his position in both realms.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Ling took out a porcelain cup from her storage bag, poured out several vermilion pills, and distributed them to all the helpers present.

Even Winters and Raven each have one.

Bai Ling also explained:

"This is a calming and heat-relieving pill; it's best to take it in advance."

That enemy cultivates the [Beak Fire] technique, an extremely evil art that can disturb the mind and incite anger. Taking this pill can slightly reduce its harm.

The helpers took the pills and each swallowed them.

Following Bai Ling's instructions, the three array bearers quickly dispersed and led to three different locations in the forest, where the array was slowly deployed.

Bai Ling turned to look at Winters and Crow King, who were still standing there, and instructed them:

"You two demons keep an eye on his movements from high above. Wherever he goes, immediately alert the corresponding formation holder."

"clear."

Lord Crow responded.

Then, Winters and Crow King took flight again, hovering above the clouds above the formation.

But at this moment, the rat on Crow King's back began to get restless.

It kept sniffing with its nose, as if it was carefully smelling something.

Crow asked a couple of questions, but Rat Three just shook his head repeatedly, refusing to say anything more.

Not long after, there was some commotion below.

As Bai Ling approached Lin Hen's cave, her ten slender hands moved, and she chanted a spell.

Suddenly, the surrounding trees began to shake violently.

The surrounding trees and vegetation all transformed into countless small green snakes, densely packed, numbering in the thousands.

The little snakes sizzled as they surged toward the peaceful mountainside.

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Winters watched this scene thoughtfully.

"Wood Virtue Method? It seems that Bai Ling must be cultivating the Wood Virtue, but I wonder which lineage of Wood she belongs to."

This power is extremely strong, at least equivalent to a high-level transcendent being in a Western fantasy world.

"puff--!"

After a muffled thud, it sounded like something had broken.

The next instant, a figure engulfed in crimson flames burst forth from beneath the mountain.

The man had disheveled hair, tattered clothes, bloodshot eyes, and disordered breathing; he looked extremely wretched.

As soon as he appeared, he threw his head back and roared, his voice shrill and piercing:

"The seven-year agreement hasn't even been fulfilled, and you're already trying to wipe us out?!"

Lin Hen's words sounded incoherent and nonsensical; it was impossible to understand what he was saying.

Bai Ling looked at him with cold eyes, her hands continuing to cast spells.

Countless small green snakes surged toward him like a tide, hissing.

Lin instinctively took action, unleashing a powerful fire-elemental spell.

A ferocious phantom of a fire serpent surged from his body, baring its fangs and claws.

Flames surged forth, burning most of the small green snakes that rushed up to ashes.

When Bai Ling saw the appearance of this spell, her face suddenly darkened, and her anger surged.

But she didn't lose her mind. She took a deep breath and changed her hand gestures and made hand seals.

The scattered snakes quickly gathered together, transforming into three giant green pythons that lunged at Lin Hen with their gaping maws.

Bai Ling, taking advantage of the attack, slowly retreated.

Lin Hen remained erratic and haphazardly defended against the giant python's attacks.

After a while, he seemed to realize something and suddenly stopped.

The next moment, ignoring the attacking green python, flames surged around him, and he transformed into a red afterimage, rushing out of the formation at incredible speed.

"He rushed north!"

Upon seeing this, Crow immediately offered a warning.

The human swordsman's position is to the north.

"understood."

A cold echo came from below as the swordsman raised his sword, its golden light flashing.

The swordsman raised his sword high, aiming it at Lin Hen who was about to charge at him.

The celestial phenomenon of the world is [Floating Light Leaping Gold], which has a bonus for cultivators with the Metal element, in addition to the fact that human sword cultivators are already quite strong.

He was confident that this one sword strike would finish off Lin Hen!

Just as Lin Hen was about to collide with the sword light, it suddenly veered off course and headed west.

It was just a feint!

It rushed westward.

That's where the old woman with green scales is.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the old woman snorted coldly, her cane disappearing into the ground, and countless vines and thorns burst forth from the earth, forming a dense, impenetrable net in front of her.

Lin Hen's fiery shadow collided with the vine net.

The flames exploded, but failed to break through the defenses.

But Lin Hen didn't linger in the fight and turned to charge towards the ape demon.

The black-haired ape demon laughed eerily, neither dodging nor flinching, and swung its double axes to meet the attack.

Lin unleashed a barrage of fire-based spells, raining them down on the ape demon, but only managed to blacken a few of its fur.

This ape demon was born a different species, possessing extremely strong resistance to fire.

But when the ape demon wielded its double axes, they were powerful and deadly, each strike potentially fatal.

Lin Hen retreated repeatedly, looking utterly disheveled.

The first attack failed, and the figure flashed again.

But by this time the formation had completely closed, and the three array flags, connected by blue light, formed a barrier that trapped him firmly inside.

What followed was a series of consumptions, which was extremely boring.

Lin Hen was like Hakimi trapped in a cage, thrashing about and exhaling air from time to time.

But every position was heavily guarded, and Winters and Crow were calling out signals from above, so he couldn't find the slightest opening.

Meanwhile, the cultivators on the field continuously used spells to wear down Lin Hen.

In the end, Lin Hen's aura completely weakened until Bai Ling's green python bit off his head.

Click!

His head rolled off, the flames went out, and his body lay heavily on the ground.

As his head fell to the ground, he opened his mouth and uttered half a last sentence:

"I hate it so much... Master, you're so cruel..."

Upon seeing Lin Hen's death, the arena suddenly fell silent.

However, the spells cast by the group did not stop.

The group began to take turns whipping the corpse with sword beams, green snakes, and flying axes.

Finishing off an enemy is a routine tactic in the world of cultivation.

This kind of operation has become an instinct for every cultivator.

Those cultivators without instinct would already be dead.

After whipping for the time it takes to burn three incense sticks, the corpses on the ground had been reduced to dust, and only then did the formation slowly dissipate.

But just as the formation dissipated, Winters, who was suspended high in the sky, suddenly heard something.

The multiple hearing abilities cultivated through the "Six Consciousnesses and Multiple Hearing Techniques of Brahma Sound" have been activated!

At that moment, Winters heard a faint sound of flames.

The sound drifted out from Lin Hen's corpse and sped away into the distance.

"They even have a backup plan? Interesting, but the aura of this flame is far too weak."

Winters made no announcement, and the red dragon itself began casting divination again.

He considered whether or not he should tell Bai Ling.

The answer is not to tell.

It's still an auspicious omen!

Winters' gaze darkened slightly as he stared in the direction where the aura had vanished, lost in thought.

…………

A tiny flame darted swiftly through the forest, its presence extremely faint.

It swerved left and right and fled into the distance, looking very hurried.

It fled like that for a while.

Suddenly, a huge, monstrous figure appeared on its right.

The demon blocked the flame.

This monster was extremely large, with wingspans of twelve meters and a body length of seven meters. Its entire body was covered in crimson scales, and it had two wings, four legs, and five claws. Its face was extremely ferocious, and it was clearly not a good monster.

The newcomer was Winters's true form as a red dragon!

The faint firelight seemed to be startled, and it trembled violently.

The next moment, the Hokage frantically changed direction, trying to escape.

However, he was already exhausted and had little strength left, so his flight speed was extremely slow.

There's no way to escape a Winters who's in great form.

Winters flew slowly, using his multi-eared telescope to constantly locate the source of the flames.

He wasn't in a hurry to make a move, and followed behind at a leisurely pace.

A moment later, that wisp of fire could no longer hold on.

The firelight flickered, slowly dimming to the naked eye, teetering precariously in the air.

The sound of the flames grew fainter and fainter, almost going out.

Winters unleashed the Pleiades power within his body, causing golden light to envelop the unstable fire shadow like a giant net.

The golden light tightened continuously, locking away all its escape routes.

It was only then that Winters saw the true face of the Hokage.

It is an antique black ring.

Just then, an old, hoarse voice reached Winters' ears.

The voice sounded exactly like the whispers of demons from the Western fantasy world, but it was much hoarser and more unpleasant.

"Young demon, congratulations on encountering me, the Soul Soaring Immortal. It's just a pity that I have lost all my magic power and am now trapped here."

Would you be willing to lend me a hand? I will certainly repay you handsomely!

Winters remained silent for a moment after hearing this.

"Turns out it's an old man? I thought it was something good."

However, as the power of the Radiant Sun subsided, the Soul-Souled Immortal seemed to sense something.

The next second, Soul Master Cang was instantly terrified. His calm and composed tone vanished completely, and he said in a trembling voice:

"...What? You...you're a Buddhist mount?!"

Master Hun Cang looked as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.