An expanse of a forest was latticed in mist.

Where was the path of return? One searched near and far but could not find the right way.

It was immensely cold during the night. The mountains had unknowingly been covered in mists, and the forest was desolate while the small paths were empty.

Ou Yangming was agile as he dashed forward like a ghost. His journey was lonely. When he stood at the peak and looked into the distance, the forest hand turned into a boundless black arc that connected with the dark sky and crept far away.

He held the Blood Condensation Spear tightly and glided down along the cliff.

When he traveled on the short and difficult mountain path, his knees fell into dried leaves with every step he took.

Ou Yangming darted, but his location was already spotted by this group of followers.

The group began to besiege him like a sack that closed quickly. Through Ou Yangming's senses, he could sense that the mountain was densely packed with sparks that were either blue or purple. The blue ones represented the mental powers of spirit beasts while the purple ones were spiritual fluctuations that were released by the beasts.

Another spark was constantly moving in front of Ou Yangming, and it was numerous times larger than the other sparks.

Ou Yangming knew it was a top-grade Spiritualist, who was trying to block his path.

If he ended up being blocked, he would not be able to get away anymore.

He kept quiet and gently tipped his toe before he left in a huff.

All of a sudden, a voice was heard coming from the dark. "Quick, he's here!"

Over 10 middle-stage Spiritualists and a late-stage Spiritualist quickly surrounded Ou Yangming. The late-stage powerhouse was white-haired and covered in wrinkles, but his eyes were red. What was stranger was the fact that he was holding 2 arc-like butcher knives; one's blade was as thin as a cicada's wings while the other was heavy and solid. The elder licked his lips and growled, "Catch him alive—he can be hurt but not killed." Right after his voice died away, he pounced on the young fellow and was the fastest; he was about 33 meters ahead of everyone else.

Ou Yangming's heart sank. He knew he would only have hope if he got rid of this trouble first. As such, he lifted his spear and turned abruptly as he whistled. Before the young fellow's voice was gone, he had transformed into a luster as he lunged at the late-stage Spiritualist.

The white-haired elder was elated. He moved faster while his butcher knives rattled and emitted cold lights in all directions.

Ou Yangming's impetus was not weaker than that of the elder at all. He kept prodding his spear forward, causing crackles to be heard as though a stormy rain was hitting bananas. Every attack that he made was faster and heavier and the one before, forming impenetrable afterimages of the spear in front of him. With dazzling eyes, the young fellow pushed his spear forward while the spiritual power inside his dantian burst out. Consequently, spear shadows surged forward like monstrous waves in a river. Wherever they passed, trunks, branches, leaves, and even gravel became as tiny as needles and connected.

Despite the majestic momentum, the white-haired elder had the same expression on his face. He scoffed and remarked, "Petty tricks."

Following that, he waved the weird butcher knives downward. After a flash of white light, a white art directly split the spear shadows in front of him from the middle. Judging from its sharpness, it was only slightly weaker than that of the Star Trace Discharged.

Ou Yangming did not give up although the sharp light, which he had formed by gathering 100 spear attacks into 1, was stopped. He quickly adjusted his mentality and took the opportunity to rebound. With that, he drew a stunning circle with his spear, then he slid and stabbed again instead of sweeping.

The elder still looked calm. He was spinning his butcher knives in circles, making them look like windmills that could chop anything off.

When the knives and the spear clashed with each other, enormous power was transferred into the elder's body, and it was so forceful that the parts between his thumb and index finger were cut. As a result, blood kept flowing while the elder's arms shivered. An unusual resonance burst out along with his blood and flesh, causing him to almost throw his knives away.

The white-haired elder was appalled. He thought, 'How could this be?'

A grave look could be seen on his face for the first time because he never expected Ou Yangming's spear to release such a shocking power, which was much greater than his. Besides, it also let out a unique 2.54-centimeters force that seemed to have stirred up all of the elder's blood and flesh. He only managed to suppress the resonance after a lot of work.

'Isn't this young fella only an Intermediate Spiritualist? Why does he possess such a formidable power?'

A ruthless look appeared in Ou Yangming's eyes for a split second then disappeared. How could he let this opportunity slip away?

He unleashed his overbearing mental power, which had almost been condensed to be substantial, and exhaled. "Mie!" He later let out a queer soundwave.

Even the whistling winds in the night paused at that instant. The white-haired elder only felt that his head sank hard, his eyes turned white, and his head dizzy and heavy. He was startled for a while. Due to the brief technique, the maple leaf patterns on Ou Yangming's spear glowed and became extremely striking in the dark. The young fellow then stabbed forward ruthlessly and ran the spear through the elder's heart.

It was only then the elder's eyes regained life, but his energy was already flowing out of his body along with his blood.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed, "Sir Devil God will definitely make you feel more dead than alive!"

Subsequently, he tilted his head and swallowed his last breath.

The whole process sounded long, but it happened in a split second. From the moment when the white-robed elder attacked until Ou Yangming exhaled and let out an odd soundwave, it took only several breaths. All in all, the young fellow was just too decisive, where his movements were clean, powerful, and with a purpose. Needless to say, owing to the Star Trace Suit and the Blood Condensation Spear, which were "incredibly luxurious" pieces of equipment, his strength was approaching that of a late-stage Spiritualist without a limit. By cooperating with his overbearing mental power, it would not be surprising for him to instantly kill a late-stage Spiritualist that was caught off guard.

Ou Yangming lamented, 'If I match my mental power and martial art skills under special situations, I can succeed indeed if my enemy's unprepared.'

At this time, the 10 over middle-stage Spiritualists finally arrived.

Someone widened his eyes and said "This young fella used a demonic technique to kill His Excellency Fan. Let's avenge His Excellency's death—the holy light's glory is with us."

"Yes. with Sir Devil God above, this fella will surely feel more dead than alive."

"Kill…" The group of people charged at Ou Yangming.

Ou Yangming could sense numerous figures coming to surround him, but he could not tell how many late-stage Spiritualists there were.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes were cold as he thought, 'I'll finish this fast.'

A light radiated in the sky as various peculiar spirit treasures attacked Ou Yangming. The first one was a white light ball, whose light simply lit up the dark. A bald man was seen pinching with his hands, then the light ball expanded and released countless poisonous needles. Behind the ball, a pitch-black round board was following closely. Patterns that looked like glass raindrops on the board glowed without warning, causing blue rain curtains to appear.

Nonetheless, the most frightening one was a formation board, whose indicator was as large as a sword. It kept spinning, causing rustles to be heard as the air was being stirred.

Supported by his Star Trace Suit, Ou Yangming seemed to have transformed into the wind while his mental power allowed him to view his surroundings clearly as if it was daytime. Every move he made was not of a big scale, but he could always dodge the attacks from strange angles. At the spur of the moment, the young fellow's eyes flickered, then he darted toward a gap.

"Oh no, he's getting away. Quickly stop him!" Someone exclaimed.

Upon seeing this, 3 of the people rushed toward Ou Yangming and turned their wrists to slash his back.

Who knew, an unforeseen change occurred. Ou Yangming paused, and he somehow bent forward like an antelope hitching its horns. This was out of everyone's expectation. Quickly enough, the young fellow then swung his spear with his right hand and formed an elegant arc.

"Crack." A bloody head rolled down the hill just like that, where blood splattered out like splashed ink. This caused the others to have chills in their hearts.

"One!" Ou Yangming sounded flat, but he began to move faster. He raised his arms and legs outward, by which he formed an irregular arc with his body. At the same time, the young fellow swung his spear again. An old woman was struck at her waist, then her organs along with her blood were hurled down from the sky. It was a disgusting view.

"Two!" Ou Yangming uttered without any emotions. He looked at the remaining elder.

The elder's body had turned cold as if he had fallen into an ice house. His thoughts seemed to have been frozen.

He staggered backward with a look of fear…

Ou Yangming sneered. "Didn't you want to catch me? Come, your credit's right here, so come and get it!"

The other followers shuddered with fear. An old woman stepped forward and gritted her teeth before she noted in a deep voice, "Sir Devil God's above. As long as we stall him, His Excellency will arrive in no time, then he won't be able to get away!" Before her voice even died away, she looked dazed as a dagger flew into her mouth and through her head.

"Three!"

The voice seemed to be clinging to the followers. It was flat, but it sounded like a drum to the followers, who spaced out and trembled.

"Four!"

The voice was similar to a devilish curse. Each time it was heard, someone would be lying in a pool of blood. At this point, the followers were afraid—truly afraid.

With that, the remaining 7 to 8 people retreated in a hurry and showed their backs to Ou Yangming. However, given that the young fellow was equipped with the Star Trace Suit and the Blood Condensation Spear, how could they escape? In the end, they were chopped and scattered deep inside the forest forever.

Blood trickled down from Ou Yangming's spear.

Behind him, there was a mountain of corpses, a sea of blood, and broken limbs. A bloody smell filled the air.

For every 10 steps that he took, a person was killed; he was unstoppable!

When the cold wind blew, the smell of blood filled the air!

The sky turned brighter as it was daybreak. At this time, the moon had completely set.

Ou Yangming did not know how many people he had killed along the way, but he would die if he had not killed them.

He took a break on a trunk without saying a word, and his body was vaguely releasing killing intent. Given the time, the shrubs on the ground were covered in dew. When the young fellow wiped the Blood Condensation Pill, it seemed to have sensed something, thus the redness that looked like a maple leaf on the handle lit up.

"Let's go!" Ou Yangming stood up straight. He was determined not to die, so he would kill anyone in his way. It was a resolution where he could even chisel a hole through the sky even if he wanted to.