Immortal Martial Saint, something's wrong with my entry.

Chapter 138 The Return Journey

Chapter 138 The Return Journey

The Heavenly Pivot Ring—it can still be sensed, and this intent is becoming clearer and clearer.

This stable fluctuation eased Li Youan's anxiety somewhat; at least there was still hope, not utter despair.

However, Li Youan realized that if he wanted to escape from the Ghost Howling Abyss, he could only rely on himself.

Although the Heavenly Pivot Ring remained undetected due to its concealment within the body, the communication terminal on Li Youan's wrist had long since disappeared, leaving him with no means of contacting the outside world.

Moreover, based on his past experience, there must be Devouring Worms in this monster's lair, making communication impossible for the terminal.

However, as long as he can connect to the Heavenly Pivot Ring, there is still a glimmer of hope. If he can recover some of his injuries, there will always be a way to escape.

This idea was like a glimmer of light in the endless darkness, allowing Li Youan to see a precious ray of hope in this dark prison.

hope!

He absolutely cannot give up.

He had to survive, he had to regain his strength, and he had to find a way to escape.

Li Youan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, which was mixed with the unpleasant smell of blood.

With this belief, Li Youan began his long and painful cultivation of the technique once again.

But now, deep within his mind, there is a faint yet resilient light.

In this feeding ground of Ghost Howl Gorge, Li Youan's life as a prisoner has just begun. The subsequent struggles and schemes are still unknown.

Let's rewind a bit and turn our attention back to the moment Li Youan fainted.

In the woods southeast of the Miasma Valley, a small human squad, riddled with wounded and battered, was struggling to make its way through the forest.

Members of the team would occasionally look back; this was the 13th squad, who had just escaped the battlefield.

At this point, almost no one in the 13th squad was unharmed; everyone was injured, and more than a third of them had even fainted.

At this time, the group had not yet escaped the miasma, and because they were in the Forest of Ten Thousand Demons, they dared not fly into the sky and could only move forward in the forest.

Therefore, their progress was not very fast, and their journey was hindered by various obstacles.

At this moment, the air was filled with the miasma and a faint smell of blood.

Occasionally, the Demon Queen's roars could be heard from behind, but thankfully the pillar of light connecting heaven and earth still remained. However, these roars were like whips, lashing at the hearts of every member of the team.

Apart from the roars of these monsters, there was no sound of other people speaking in the forest. Occasionally, there were only the heavy, suppressed breathing of Luo Jingshan and others, and the soft cracking sound of someone stepping on the dry branches and leaves.

Qi Xuan, who was the least injured, carried Dongfang Jinghong, who was still unconscious, and ran at the front of the team.

His Flying Dragon Spear had already been put back into his storage ring. He held Dongfang Jinghong firmly behind his back with both arms. Sweat, blood, and dust mixed together, making his face look like a smear.

Those once gentle eyes are now filled with sorrow and despair.

He Xiaoluo followed closely behind him, always holding the crimson longbow in her hand, on guard against any possible monsters that might appear at any moment.

Her sharp eyes constantly scanned her surroundings. A Thunderbolt Arrow, shimmering with a pale blue light, was nocked on her bowstring. It was one of the few arrows she had managed to keep after the brutal battle.

Wei Xiao and Zheng Xuan carried Feng Lin and Fu Ming, who had already fallen into a coma, on their backs respectively.

However, their faces were extremely pale, and their auras were unstable. Although they had advanced to the first level of the True Spirit Realm, this high-intensity battle had greatly depleted their physical strength and vitality.

But they did break through in the end. Their physical strength and energy were much stronger than before, so they were still able to hold on.

On the verge of a breakthrough, Kang Ping took the initiative to cover the rear. He was good at stealth and speed, so he was the most suitable person to cover the rear. His two short swords were hidden behind him. Although the bloodstains on them had dried, you could still see the red light reflected from the blades. His eyes were watching the battlefield warily.

Although the two Luo brothers were seriously injured, they supported each other. While they could not protect others, there was no need for anyone else to take care of them.

And the two of them still held the giant axe tightly in their hands, ready to deal with any situation that might occur at any time.

Standing beside the two Luo brothers, Zhao Jing had regained some of her mobility after taking the pill and was being protected in the very center of the group.

Her face was deathly pale, and she was barely clinging to life. The flying shuttle that had always been beside her had long since been put away because her vital energy was no longer sufficient to sustain it.

At the very center of the team was Luo Jingshan, who was ready to provide support from all sides at any time. Although his battle with Hou Da had also caused him considerable injuries, and his steps were somewhat unsteady, anyone could fall down, but as the captain, he absolutely could not fall down.

Although the wound on his chest had stopped bleeding after being treated with medicine and bandages, and his left arm had regained some strength, his face was as gloomy as black paper, and his aura was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

But as the captain, he still persevered, his sharp eyes fixed on the surroundings, searching for any possible hiding places of monsters.

"Captain, you—"

Although Wei Xiao was moving forward, he also observed Luo Jingshan's appearance, and his voice was full of probing.

"It's alright, watch the road, full speed ahead."

Luo Jingshan gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, each word seemingly exhausted. All his strength was used up, and the rise and fall of his chest even aggravated his wounds, causing him to frown and break out in a cold sweat.

Instead of returning the way they came, they chose another route, which, although the miasma was thicker, had a more complex terrain.

Although this differs somewhat from the escape route that Li Youan risked his life to secure for them, it is currently the wisest choice.

They all understood that although they hoped Li Youan could hold out for longer, no one could guarantee that. Once the demon beasts broke through Li Youan's formation, they would definitely send pursuers to hunt them down.

After this battle, they and the group of demonic beasts were completely stained with each other's blood. If they were caught up, the battle would only be more brutal, not to mention that they were all injured at the moment.

"Faster, faster, even faster!"