In another part of the Grey Realm, He Zheng was waiting on a mountaintop.
Beside him, Lou Yuntian from the Vermilion Bird Lower Lunar Tower reported: "He Imperial Envoy, these are some topographical sketches of the west side, primarily, there is a spatial precipice that cannot be flown over."
He Zheng nodded: "That saves us a lot of effort, we just need to continue along the northeastern mountain range."
Lou Yuntian nodded as well and was about to synchronize other discoveries.
Just then, He Zheng’s expression changed slightly, and he immediately raised his hand to seal and closed his eyes.
Within his mind, the visions of patrolling Black Crows appeared like numerous monitors in a control room, and He Zheng quickly selected one among them.
He zoomed in on the view and saw two Northmen wearing white uniforms.
"Qiguang people!" He Zheng’s expression tightened as he recalled something, "Not good, Nie Xing is over there!"
The view shifted, and sure enough, he discovered an envoy headed in that direction not far away.
He Zheng opened his eyes, and immediately with a flick of his sleeve, he painted a Black Eagle.
"Yun Tian, you stay here and wait for the others!"
Hurriedly giving an order, He Zheng then hopped on the Black Eagle and sped forward at full speed!
Lou Yuntian’s face grew serious, sensing that something unexpected had been discovered, and he immediately notified the others to gather.
...
When the Black Eagle arrived, He Zheng’s pupils shrank.
Two Northmen stood before the great mountain ahead, an elder with a sinister cold smile on his face, and a middle-aged man with a wooden and indifferent demeanor. Both were of Chongyang Realm cultivation.
In front of the two, Nie Xing was pierced through by six stone spikes pinned to the spot, his face pale, covered in blood, already gravely wounded!
"Qiguang?!" He Zheng’s face darkened as he looked up at the two men ahead, "You two have captured my man, what is the meaning of this, release him immediately!"
"Release?"
The sinister elder smirked, signaling to the indifferent middle-aged man beside him.
The indifferent middle-aged man raised his hand, and two more two-foot-long stone spikes formed, which were casually thrown into Nie Xing’s thigh and abdomen.
"Ugh...!"
Nie Xing’s eyes trembled as he let out a muffled groan, looking extremely pained.
"You’re courting death!!"
He Zheng, both shocked and furious, flipped out a wolf-hair brush, and with swift movements, the ink surged forth to form two lifelike Jiao Longs.
"Ao!!"
Along with the resounding Jiao Long roar, the two Ink Flood Dragons twisted their bodies, quickly swelling to several tens of meters long, and charged furiously towards the two Qiguang men!
"Boom Boom!"
The Ink Flood Dragons crashed onto the ground, splashing a large amount of dust, but were evaded by the two Qiguang men.
As He Zheng waved his hand, one of the Ink Flood Dragons immediately wrapped around the gravely injured Nie Xing, pulling him back, while the other Ink Flood Dragon roared angrily and continued chasing the two men ahead.
"Nie Xing, how are you!" He Zheng quickly looked at Nie Xing.
But at that moment, Nie Xing’s body shuddered, and suddenly large green patterns erupted all over him, his entire body quickly festering and decomposing.
Nie Xing glared in shock and despair, but he resolutely looked at He Zheng: "Quick... dodge!"
He Zheng’s expression changed, and he immediately withdrew and opened a Star Power Barrier in front of him.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, Nie Xing’s body abruptly exploded into a mass of dark green liquid!
"Nie Xing!" He Zheng cried out in shock.
Countless blood and pus easily penetrated the star power defense and splashed onto He Zheng’s body, especially on his left arm!
He Zheng instantly felt a burning pain on his body, followed by a slight feeling of dizziness.
"Poison!"
He Zheng’s heart jolted in alarm, hastily urging the star power within him to suppress the toxin.
But looking down just for a moment, his left arm was already covered with yellow-green pustules.
The entire arm was unbearably painful and itchy, unable to exert any strength!
He Zheng stared at the spot where Nie Xing exploded, his expression suddenly sinking.
At this moment, a sudden explosion sounded from afar.
Looking up, it was the other Ink Flood Dragon being smashed to pieces by the indifferent middle-aged man’s swing of a massive Black Stone baton!
"Hehehe..." the sinister elder laughed eerily, "I wonder if this greeting gift is satisfactory to you, sir?"
He Zheng paused, then with a wave of his right hand, the Ink Flood Dragon beside him immediately encased himself and charged towards the two Qiguang men!
The Yin Yi Elder sneered, raising both hands as green gas swirled in his palms, releasing a large wave of poison mist from in front of him.
"Hiss...!"