My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 344 - 320: The Kind Nine Clouds Sect (Three in One)

Chapter 344: Chapter 320: The Kind Nine Clouds Sect (Three in One)

The Ghost Army was incredibly vast, and that mountain-like colossal ghost was extremely terrifying. Cecil Owen did not gain the upper hand in the battle and naturally couldn’t care about the others on the Treasure Ship.

Without Cecil Owen’s control, the Treasure Ship persevered for more than one Shichen (2 hours) and finally crashed down with a bang.

The swarm of ghosts rushed forward, and the cultivators from the Divine Strategy Alliance, Illusionary Monastery, and Dragon Emperor Hall fought fiercely. The cultivators from Dragon Emperor Hall were at a particular disadvantage in such a battle, and casualties occurred quickly.

Among the dozens of cultivators, only two had pets that could restrain the ghost beings, so everyone relied on those two to hold on.

The bitter struggle continued until dawn, and the three factions suffered heavy casualties. The Ghost Army gradually retreated, but the powerful demons in the Great Lake reemerged!

The three factions could no longer hold on and abandoned the Treasure Ship with a loud boom, fleeing toward the rear.

When the Ghost Army attacked, ghost beings were everywhere, and they were surrounded on the Treasure Ship. There was no escape.

Cecil Owen fought fiercely all night, but at this point, he couldn’t flee first. He had no choice but to retrieve his Treasure Ship and stay behind to cover their retreat, fighting the powerful Tier-6 demonic beasts while retreating.

There was a Mechanism Beehive Fort situated dozens of miles away. Everyone had watched the battle with great excitement. When the sun was fully up, the retreating cultivators appeared in their field of vision.

"Yo, they are retreating."

The demon beings pursued relentlessly, and Sheppard Owen had already lost five magical instruments, three of which were defensive. The Ghost Army’s numbers were too vast, and they rushed forward incessantly. During last night’s battle, ghosts were everywhere – front and back, left and right, above and below. They could only open up defensive magic treasures to resist; otherwise, they would suffer from a claw attack. Naturally, the defensive instruments took the most significant toll.

Now, he only had one talisman hanging above his head.

The talisman emitted a watery ripple-like luminosity, covering his entire body. This was only a Tier-3 talisman, a common treasure used back in the Third Great Boundary days. It had been discarded in the Storage Brocade Pouch for decades...

Now, it had to be used again – a powerful Tier-3 demonic beast could break it with one blow. It was truly better than nothing.

Yesterday, when his last high-level defensive instrument shattered, he was struck by a burst of ghost fire spewed out by a Tier-5 Great Ghost. The ghost fire not only broke the battered tortoise shell spirit shield but also injured Sheppard Owen himself.

Now, inside his body, seven of his Spiritual Cavities were entangled with that ghost fire, leaving him feeling groggy and only able to exert less than thirty percent of his strength.

He had repeatedly pleaded for help from his fellow Cultivators along the way. Under normal circumstances, as Cecil Owen’s nephew, countless fellows would be willing to help at his word, but now everyone was struggling to protect themselves. He shouted several times, but everyone acted as if they couldn’t hear him, quickly running past him...

Suddenly, Sheppard Owen saw the familiar fort!

Sheppard Owen almost burst into tears of joy.

At this moment, their lives were more important. There was no time to care about losing face.

He clenched his teeth and charged toward the fort, shouting loudly, "Brother Wu, quickly pull me in!"

The Cultivators nearby couldn’t help but glance sideways: pull him in? What’s the situation?

Sheppard Owen was fast, but behind him was Randolph, lying on the back of his pet, his seven or eight wounds occupied by an eerie energy, his skin turning black and purple, and he was on the verge of fainting.

There was also Master Megan, protected by several disciples who gave their lives.

Master Megan felt that her wisest decision on the Copper Gorge trip was to bring her six direct disciples.

At first, when selecting from the monastery, only two disciples were eligible, but Master Megan had taken advantage of her prestigious status and insisted on bringing four more – mainly because she was accustomed to being served in the monastery and felt that having only two disciples might not be comprehensive enough.

As a result, during last night’s battle, the other members didn’t care about Master Megan at all, and the disciples fought to protect her, barely surviving.

Now, only three of them remained by Master Megan’s side.

Master Megan secretly sighed: Thankfully, I have been teaching my disciples well all these years, being more considerate than their Master.

But when the demonic beings came chasing, she was about to lose hope. She fled all the way to the Mechanism Fort in a sorry state. Some unpleasant memories resurfaced, but at that moment, she knew that the fort was her only way to survive!

"Nephew, quickly pull me in!" Randolph and Master Megan shouted together.

The others also saw the fort but didn’t think it was outstanding. However, when Sheppard Owen and the other two yelled, they suddenly realized: Is this fort that amazing?

Some cultivators who had already rushed past immediately turned back and took positions near the fort to resist the approaching demons. Continuing to flee like this would lead to certain death.

Rachel asked Owen Bertram, who was observing the situation outside: "Sir, should we save them?"

Owen Bertram laughed: "Save them, of course."

Watching them in such a miserable state eased his anger. After all, they were allies. No matter the grudges between them, they couldn’t just watch them get killed by the demon beings. Moreover, the fort’s forces were too weak to have any chance of victory against these powerful demons. These people were significant reinforcements in terms of combat power.

Furthermore, their assistance would be needed in the follow-up actions.

Amid a series of clicking mechanism sounds, a long mechanical arm stretched out, grabbed Sheppard Owen, and pulled him back. Sheppard Owen found himself once again in the cage for slaughtering demonic beings and collecting treasures... Last time he felt humiliated, but this time, he had an unparalleled sense of security here!