Chapter Seven Hundred and Eighty Nine – Sin Battalion (1/2)

Chapter Seven Hundred and Eighty Nine – Sin Battalion

The situation had changed.

Zuo Mo now had five tokens in his possession. In other words, including himself, twenty five people could enter the ruin. It seemed that their numbers had increased, but their probability of success did not increase. Previously, no one knew their identity and there was a possibility they could sneak in and obtain the treasure. However, Heart Leaf Dhyana Sect and the others knew of the transaction between himself and Yang Yuan Hao.

Lotus Sutra Temple and the others could not stop Heart Leaf Dhyana Sect and the other three temples. Everyone knew this. However, they had not broken their ties in public. If Heart Leaf Dhyana Sect and the others really did split with the rest of the Nine Great Dhyana Sects at this time, then the present equilibrium would be immediately disrupted.

Zuo Mo and his group had been revealed, and became public targets. They were the strongest group going into the ruins, but they were also everyone’s enemy. No matter who, if they wanted to get the shen device nucleus, they had to kill Zuo Mo’s group.

They were now everyone’s enemy and surrounded by wolves.

Zuo Mo and the others only had one path, step over the corpses of their competitors. However, while it was more dangerous, there were also benefits. The sides were clearly defined. Other than the twenty five people, everyone else was an enemy. They did not need to worry about exposing their identity and harming potential allies.

Zuo Mo quickly concluded that the main issue would be that once they entered the ruins, everyone would become their enemy. If they wanted the shen device nucleus, there was only one way, kill everyone else.

The people accompanying Zuo Mo were all the elite of Mo Cloud Sea. Individually they were outstanding, but they were also trained and skilled in battle formations.

The power of a battle formation was directly linked to the number of people in it. Usually, the smaller the number of people, the lower the threat of the battle formation posed. A battle formation composed of twenty people definitely surpassed a battle formation of five people.

While the enemy had the advantage of numbers, they belonged to different factions. They were unlikely to cooperate, and even if they did they would not trust each other so battle formations of larger scale were not feasible.

Zuo Mo did not need to worry about himself. Other than himself, A Gui, Wei Sheng, Ceng Lian’er, Luo Li and the others, everyone else could advance as a part of a battle formation. Their strength might not match the carefully selected experts of other factions, but they had been trained by Lil’ Miss. Once they formed a battle formation, they were not so easily defeated.

When the ancient ruins opened, if one had the token, they would be sucked into the ruins if they were close by.

Zuo Mo and the other entered the ruins through the mountain valley that Lotus Sutra Temple had arranged before. This mountain valley was heavily guarded by Lotus Sutra Temple to leave behind only one safe passageway.

Zuo Mo and the others felt their vision blur and the surrounding scenery changed.

Everything in front of him was white, and shrouded in mist. Under his feet were slate stones carved with ancient beasts. The mist here was strange. The mist seemed to contain all kinds of colours and a kind of indescribable power.

Yet when he saw the surroundings clearly, Zuo Mo’s expression changed slightly.

They had been split up!

He only had A Gui with him.

Damn it!

Zuo Mo immediately recognized the seriousness of the situation. They were known by everyone else and once their forces were split up, they would be in danger! He had originally planned on using their numbers to fight their way through. The plan was unusable now. They had been split up. Undoubtedly, the people from Mo Cloud Sea were the first targets people would want to eliminate.

He hurriedly used a spell unique to Mo Cloud Sea to try to communicate with the others. Yet the spell seemed to fizzle out. There was no response.

His heart continued to sink.

He turned to look at A Gui. Without a second word, he took out two sets of normal shen equipment to put them on himself and A Gui, a disguise so they did not appear so eye-catching.

While Zuo Mo had confidence in his strength, it would be dangerous if they were attacked from all sides.

“Let’s go!”

Zuo Mo charged out first. The urgent matter now was to find everyone else. It was alright for he and the other shen power experts. They should not be in too much danger. But those guards were not individually strong enough in here. Without the use of a battle formation, they were in great danger.

While Zuo Mo desired the shen device raiment, he did not want to trade for it with the lives of his comrades.

These people had followed him the longest and were the group he was closest to.

Zuo Mo and A Gui quickly disappeared into the white mist.

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Resting Island, it was situated in a remote and unpopulated corner of Cloud Sea Jie. The island was just three hundred li wide and less than seven hundred li long. It was a very average island among the Cloud Sea Jie islands.

Before this, this little island did not have a name. After Bie Han built his residence here he named this island Resting Island.

Resting Island was surrounded by jinzhi. No one would be able to force their way in. There was only one way to enter Resting Island, transportation formations. There was a transportation formation on Resting Island. The other end of the transportation formation was Bie Han’s bedroom.

Only Bie Han would come to Resting Island. There was only a memorial hall on the island.

Bie Han had built the seven story memorial hall himself. There were memorial tablets placed in the hall. The drapes swayed with the cold wind and caused this place to look eerie.

Bie Han held a blank memorial tablet on his left hand and held a brush on his right. He carefully wrote the names in strokes.

He silently wrote. Behind him stood less than half of Sin Battalion. The ranks with their empty spaces stood silently like they were dead.

When the last name was written, Bie Han carefully put the memorial tablets onto their places before lightning incense.

He did not bow, but stood there silently as though he was inspecting his battalion like usual. He inspected the clean ranks of memorial tablets.