"Get up! I have deep ties with the Spirit Clan, and helping you is my duty. Long Chen helped the old man up.
"Chief Haofeng, how are things on our side? Is the loss significant? "Qiuqiu asked.
"Sigh, when we were ambushed repeatedly and separated from the Saint, we still had more than forty thousand remaining. Now..." A trace of sorrow appeared on the face of the Haofeng clan leader.
Out of more than forty thousand people, only this small number remained, showing just how brutal this escape was.
"By the way, how did you get to know this hero?" Chief Haofeng asked.
Qiuqiu was instantly embarrassed, but she didn't hide anything and told her everything that had happened since provoking Long Chen.
The Haofeng clan leader was speechless. This opportunity was truly unexpected, and he hadn't expected it to turn misfortune into blessing.
"Chief Haofeng, our master has promised to help us. Please take him to see the Saint quickly." Qiuqiu said.
"That ..."
Hearing Qiuqiu's words, Chief Haofeng immediately became hesitant. Clearly, the whereabouts of the Saint Lord were not easily known by outsiders. If Long Chen had any ill intentions toward the Saint, that would be troublesome.
At this moment, Qiuqiu's soul fluctuation became frequent, clearly using a secret technique to communicate with the clan leader Haofeng. The chieftain looked in astonishment at Xiao He'er sleeping behind Long Chen, and immediately said with a face full of shame, "
Sorry, I judged a gentleman with a petty heart."
Long Chen smiled faintly, showing no sign of displeasure: "Careful means the ship is a major matter. Being cautious is only natural." "
Thank you for your understanding. I will take you to meet the Saint right away." Chief Haofeng hurriedly said.
Earlier, he hesitated a bit, but when Qiuqiu revealed Xiao He'er's identity, the Haofeng clan leader immediately let down all his guard.
"Should we fix it up? After all, we just went through a major battle, our strength needs to recover, and many people need to heal. "An immortal powerhouse suggested.
After just a fierce battle, many people were seriously injured. Now that the battle is over, many need healing—even immortal experts need to recover.
"Everyone, please bear with it a little. On the battlefield, the situation changes in an instant, and no one knows what unexpected events might bring.
The sooner we find the Saint, the sooner we can rest easy. Long Chen suggested.
Haofeng nodded; he thought so too. So the wounded could only endure the pain and set out on their journey.
Long Chen summoned Qiuqiu aside, handed it some healing medicine, gave it to the injured to take, and distributed some stamina pills. After everyone took the pills, they immediately felt refreshed, and when they looked at Long Chen again, their expressions changed.
"Senior Long Chen, you're actually an alchemy expert?" Chief Haofeng led everyone forward, asking as they walked.
"Senior, just call me Long Chen. I wouldn't dare call myself an expert in alchemy, I only know a little." Long Chen said.
The Haofeng clan leader was quite old, and calling Long Chen 'senior' made him feel uncomfortable all over.
What Long Chen didn't know was that these Earth Spirit Clan experts had just arrived in the human race and didn't know how to address them. They only knew that most people here addressed the strong as 'senior,' so they just followed suit.
"Chief Haofeng, if everyone's body is still okay, let's speed up! I always have a bad feeling. Long Chen said.
"Alright."
Patriarch Haofeng was also extremely worried about the Saint. After all, when they separated, they only attracted a small number of strong warriors and failed to attract traffic. He didn't know how the Saint was doing.
Chief Haofeng led everyone at full speed, stopping and going. After stopping, he took out a drop of blood and used it as a guide to determine the direction.
After four or five pauses, the arrow formed from Haofeng's essence blood actually pointed in a certain direction and began to tremble rapidly.
"Not good, the Saint has been severely injured and his life hangs by a thread." Chief Haofeng's face changed dramatically.
"I'll go with Qiuqiu first."
"Buzz!"
The Kunpeng wings spread wide behind Long Chen. Qiuqiu immediately jumped onto Long Chen's shoulder, her wings trembling, space roaring, and Long Chen's figure vanished in an instant.
"Quick, quick, go at full speed! Rescue the Saint!"
The Haofeng clan leader shouted, and everyone unleashed all their strength, desperately advancing.
"Rumble... Long
Chen's wings tore through the void like lightning speeding by. He unleashed his divine sense, his perception fully opened.
Without Leader Haofeng's guidance, he only knew the general direction, but the Saint's direction was constantly changing. If things weren't careful, he might miss it.
Long Chen was speeding ahead, the world twisting endlessly, moving at an extreme speed. But at this moment, Qiuqiu was extremely nervous, wishing Long Chen could reach the Saint's side immediately.
"Found it."
Long Chen sped for the time it takes to burn an incense stick when he suddenly sensed a faint fluctuation—the aftermath left after a battlefield battle.
As Long Chen approached the battlefield, he quickly sensed the presence of a powerful warrior, and immediately saw divine radiance filling the sky in the shattered void ahead.
"Rumble... Long
Chen broke through the air, crossing the battlefield. Countless powerful figures were fighting madly, the ground sunk, the void pierced, corpses everywhere—utterly brutal.
As Long Chen's figure streaked through the void, the terrifying fierce wind plowed the land, and countless powerful figures were swept into the air.
"It's the aura of the Saint, right ahead." Qiuqiu shouted.
Without Qiuqiu shouting, Long Chen sensed the aura of a Saint-level powerhouse. However, unlike the red-haired monster, this Saint's aura seemed suppressed by some force, appearing weak and ambiguous.
"Boom!"
A thunderous explosion echoed, a flying rainbow surged, sending hundreds of immortal experts flying backward. The battlefield was left empty. Then, Long Chen saw a woman holding a colorful longbow, with a purple gemstone embedded in her forehead.
The woman looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, wearing a green long dress, her arms bare. Her blood-red skin bore seven or eight shocking wounds, and blood stained half of her skirt red.
The longbow in his hand burst forth with a dazzling divine radiance like the sun. No one knew what divine power he used, but in an instant, he sent hundreds of immortal experts flying.
"Pfft."
After that strike, her face quickly dimmed, her smooth skin seemingly eroded by some force, and she lost all vitality.
"Lord Holy Lord,"
Qiuqiu let out a hysterical roar. That woman was none other than the guardian deity of their Earth Spirit Clan.
"What nonsense Saint? Today, I, Zhao Qingyu, am going to slay a Saint."
WellAt that moment, an arrogant voice rang out. Before seeing the person, the voice was heard first. Immediately after, a large hand, brimming with overwhelming blood energy, slapped fiercely toward the woman.
That overwhelming burst of blood energy startled Long Chen. Since his debut, he had never seen such terrifying blood energy. Compared to this blood, immortal power was insignificant.
"Want to slaughter a Saint?" Then I'll take you along on the road. The
woman gritted her teeth, stretched out a jade hand, and pressed it against the gemstone at the center of her brow.
"Not good... Qiuqiu
cried out in alarm. She knew that if she used the power of the gem, she herself would perish.
"Your Excellency's worth your life is worth a fortune, and you risk dying together with him. You think too highly of him. Let me have a face with him."
"Buzz!"
At that moment, Long Chen appeared, a giant hand covered in golden dragon scales, meeting the hand with a surge of blood and energy.