However, at this moment, she was even more determined to bring the Immortal Sect into the alliance.
The Wanderers’ Post needs the support of the Hundred Sects Alliance!
Meanwhile, watching Black Creek steadily retreating, Wen Ping spoke up, "Xiao Hei, I’m giving you one last chance."
Black Creek was strong; having him guard the Immortal Sect would be quite suitable.
Moreover, once the Demon race swore allegiance, they would remain loyal.
Demons who are cunning are rare, and he had never encountered one.
So if Black Creek could be recruited, Wen Ping would try his best to recruit him.
It’s also because the Immortal Sect really lacks high-end combat power at the moment, given that there are so many in the Mountain Suppression Realm within the Hundred Sects Alliance.
"Human child... wishful thinking!" However, Black Creek displayed stubborn defiance.
Though, in his heart, he was enduring pain while contemplating a strategy.
Escaping was absolutely necessary now.
Staying would only mean awaiting death.
The opponent not only had greater strength but also possessed an undying body.
If it were just greater strength, he might dare to fight, but an undying opponent was a bit terrifying for him.
As he pondered, Wen Ping’s voice came through.
"Send him on his way."
The next moment, Situ Xiuneng moved.
Despite a large hole in his chest, his movements were completely unhindered.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Black Creek, faster even than when Black Creek used his Black Thorn earlier.
Black Creek’s eyes narrowed; he hurriedly tried to dodge because he knew against such speed, he had no time to retreat many more steps.
However, his speed of evasion was ultimately too slow. The moment Black Creek tried to turn, Situ Xiuneng’s fist had already solidly slammed onto his chest.
Crack!
Crack!
Several sounds of breaking bones were heard consecutively.
Then, Black Creek’s body curled up into a ball and flew backward, like an untamed wild horse.
Wherever he passed was devastated, with boulders and ancient trees shattered and broken.
"This can’t continue," Black Creek, despite the intense pain, heard a voice in his head telling him, if defeated by pain, what awaited him next would be death.
No sooner had he thought this than Situ Xiuneng was already overhead somehow.
A foot came down like a wooden stake, pressing into Black Creek’s belly, directly forcing him into the ground.
Bam!
With that one stomp, a massive pit over a dozen meters deep appeared.
At the center of the pit lay Black Creek the Great Demon, stained red with blood.
Seeing this, Wen Ping was pleasantly surprised but not overly thrilled.
Instead, he glanced at Long Ke, murmuring to himself, "Situ Xiuneng now should be able to decisively win against Long Ke, Aunt Xiao right?"
Situ Xiuneng’s current strength rivaled when he wielded a spear.
Back then, Long Ke had been overwhelmed.
Of course, he didn’t dare conclude so assuredly.
After all, Long Ke came from the outside world, and the power of Dragon Scale Spike was indeed potent.
Simultaneously, Wen Ping also began anticipating.
When he reached the so-called Half-Step Mountain Suppression Realm, would the Half-Step Earth Unrestricted Undead Creatures he summoned be stronger than most Half-Step Earth Unrestricted?
Or when he reached the Mountain Suppression Realm.
Would the summoned Earth Unrestricted Undead Creatures...