Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Deep within the Southern Wilderness, a perilous mountain valley.

The Bright Flame Sect's spaceship from the Left Army's Seventh Battalion landed awkwardly at the valley's bottom.

The hastily set-up protective array flickered weakly, teetering on the brink of collapse.

The camp lay in chaos.

Tents of various colors leaned this way and that, some consumed by fierce flames, billowing black smoke.

The air was thick with the acrid smell of scorching and blood.

"Uncle Master Wang Yue, what should we do now?"

A Foundation Establishment Disciple, face ashen, suppressed his inner panic and looked towards True Master Wang Yue, who was meditating.

His name was Li Chizhong, a seasoned Foundation Establishment Cultivator within the Bright Flame Sect.

The surviving ten-plus Foundation Establishment Disciples around, their eyes filled with fear and confusion, focused on him.

They had fought their way here, battling and retreating.

The Sect's spaceship was attacked in mid-air and forced to land.

They had relied on the geography of this valley. Hastily setting up a defense line, they engaged in a fierce battle with the pursuing Demon Race.

After losing more than ten Foundation Establishment comrades, they barely repelled the wave of savage Demon Race with the terrain and arrays.

"We can't hold this place."

True Master Wang Yue's face was pale, and he coughed a few times.

His voice carried deep exhaustion.

Earlier, he used the Divine Power [Mountain Moving] to clash directly with the overwhelmingly powerful Tiger Demon, temporarily forcing it back.

However, he also suffered a Divine Soul injury, and his Spiritual Power was in disarray.

"Uncle Master, what kind of Tiger Demon is that? How can it be so terrifying! Senior Brother Hu was gone in just a face-off..."

A Foundation Establishment Female Cultivator couldn't hold back any longer, her voice choked, tears flowing.

"Stop crying!"

True Master Wang Yue reprimanded harshly, bloodshot eyes appearing.

"As cultivators, on the battlefield of Demon Beasts, it's either you die or I perish! Don't you have that kind of realization?"

True Master Wang Yue caught his breath, suppressing his surging energy and blood.

"That creature is extraordinary, not ordinary. This place is not tenable for long; we must withdraw now!"

Li Chizhong was hesitated: "Uncle Master, retreat towards the main camp of the Left Army?"

"No."

True Master Wang Yue shook his head, his tone resolute.

"Retreat deeper into the Southern Wilderness!"

A determined glint flashed in his eyes: "That creature will surely set ambushes along our retreat path back to the main camp. In that case, I will go the opposite way! First, we head into the depths of the Southern Wilderness, shake off the pursuers, and then plan further!"

After speaking, he swallowed several elixirs, closed his eyes to adjust his breath, and some color slowly returned to his pale face.

"Uncle Master, your injuries..." a disciple expressed concern.

"No matter."

True Master Wang Yue suppressed his injuries and slowly stood up.

The ten or so surviving disciples around also struggled to get up.

The wounded clenched their teeth, took their pills, and straightened their backs unsteadily.

He scanned the resolute faces and nodded slightly: "Good, well done, all of you."

Then, with a wave of his robe sleeve, he summoned a spindle-shaped flying ship merely three feet long.

"Li Chizhong."

"Disciple is here."

"You will pilot this ship."

"Yes, Master!"

"Later, I will control the Sect's spaceship. If that creature doesn't come, so be it, but if it dares to pursue..."

True Master Wang Yue said in a deep voice, "I'll detonate the spaceship to cover you all."

He took a deep breath, his voice suddenly rising, echoing through the valley: "Board the ship!"

"Yes!"

The disciples boarded the ship in succession.

Li Chizhong activated the spell.

The flying ship's spiritual light glimmered slightly, slowly rising and hovering above the damaged Sect's spaceship.

True Master Wang Yue then transformed into a yellow escape light, shooting into the control room at the spaceship's core.

Soon, the scarred Bright Flame Sect's spaceship emitted a low hum, struggling to lift off once again.

However, this time, the bow turned toward the vast mountains of the Southern Wilderness.

As expected.

The spaceship had just taken off when a deafening, fierce roar came from the horizon behind!

A massive black and white figure, tearing through the clouds like lightning, rapidly closed in.

It was that ferocious winged Tiger Demon!

Its body was as large as a small house, its hair standing on end like steel needles, emitting a metallic, cold gleam.

Its gaping maw, with fangs like daggers, was terrifyingly white.

Most intimidating were those wings, stirring up gales when unfurled, its speed astonishingly fast.

The already damaged Bright Flame Sect spaceship, severely slowed, was quickly overtaken.

"Die!"

From the control room, True Master Wang Yue's furious roar resounded.

Hearing this, Li Chizhong, without hesitation, fully powered the flying ship under his feet, turning it into a stream of light, racing off the spaceship's deck.

At the same time.

The enormous Bright Flame Sect spaceship, suddenly spewed blinding sacrificial explosion-like spiritual light from the rear, its speed soaring, no longer fleeing but turning its bow to crash into the pouncing Tiger Demon!

The Tiger Demon's eyes showed a hint of anthropomorphic amazement.

Clearly, it had not expected True Master Wang Yue to act so recklessly.

This was the Bright Flame Sect's Tier Three spaceship, incredibly valuable.

The Tiger Demon flapped its wings urgently, attempting to dodge, but it was already too late.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion engulfed the sky.

A fiery ball expanded and blossomed, the blinding white light instantly blinding everyone.

The violent shockwave, mixed with spaceship debris and flames, swept out in all directions, leveling the forest below like a hurricane.

Amidst this destructive blaze, a yellow escape light shot out from the center of the explosion, chasing after the fleeing flying ship at even greater speed.

The yellow light subsided, revealing True Master Wang Yue's even paler face.

He barely set foot on the stern before turning back to gather his remaining magical power, slapping the ship's body heavily!

"Go!"

The flying ship trembled violently, its speed skyrocketing again, turning into a blurry afterimage, tearing through the scorching turbulence, and fleeing desperately into the depths of the Southern Wilderness, vanishing within moments at the horizon's edge.

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