Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2160 - 2160 2150 Perfect Defense Line

2160: Chapter 2150: Perfect Defense Line 2160: Chapter 2150: Perfect Defense Line Dragon Tooth traced an elegant arc in the air, and a snow-white blade light suddenly appeared, claiming the lives of many disciples under Long Yan’s slash.

The Sect Leader staggered toward the camps of the other Sects.

Despite the excruciating pain in his thigh, the desire for survival drove him to sprint towards the territory of the other gangs at breakneck speed.

He no longer cared about the dignity of being a Sect Leader.

All he wanted now was to survive.

The camps of the other Sects were right in front of him.

Just one step further, just one more step, and he would have a chance at life.

A look of ecstasy emerged on the Sect Leader’s face, and his broken leg seemed to find strength, striding towards the light ahead.

Just as he was about to step into the light, the next second, an immense force transmitted from his clothes.

Just one step away, and the Sect Leader lost all hope for life.

It was just that one step, and the Sect Leader watched helplessly as the light slipped through his fingers.

“How does it feel?”

Long Yan suddenly felt a perverse curiosity.

He wanted to know what it felt like for a person to be yanked back into hell when they were on the brink of hope.

The Sect Leader remained silent, knowing that even if he survived, his Sect was finished.

He had brought all the elite disciples of his Sect, and with Long Yan still standing there alive, it meant that everyone was dead, without exception.

Seeing the Sect Leader like this, Long Yan lost interest.

Dragon Tooth plunged into the Sect Leader’s chest.

Long Yan had followed the Sect Leader from halfway there, letting him lead the way to the next Sect’s gathering place.

Superior military strategy: encircle on three sides, leave one open.

But looking at the situation now, the effect was still not bad.

Long Yan gently licked his somewhat dry lips.

These people had actually dared to besiege him; they should have been prepared for the hunter and the prey to switch roles.

The current camp was even worse than the last one.

The majority of the disciples were passed out on the ground, and only a few red-faced ones were still yelling and drinking merrily, playing drinking games.

This was hardly a siege; it was more like a social gathering.

“You guys drink up, I’m off to pee.”

One of the disciples slurred to the others, staggering outside.

“Hurry up!”

“Wait a sec, I’ll be right back, I’ll drink you all under the table.”

The disciple’s steps were no longer straight, and on the way, he stumbled over a wine bottle and fell face-first into the dirt, kicking away the wine bottle by his foot in anger.

Amid the laughter of his companions, the disciple found a spot to relieve himself.

“Eh?

Who’s there?”

Startled, the disciple, after finishing, saw a figure slowly emerge from the underbrush in the distance, holding something in hand that was vaguely difficult to see clearly.

On instinct, the disciple called out to the figure.

The surrounding woodland was dead silent, not a sound to be heard.

It wasn’t until the person walked out of the shadows that the disciple realized that in his hands was a knife blade gleaming with a cold light, the tip still dripping fresh blood onto the ground.

“Ghost!”

The disciple screamed in terror, and fear instantly peaked in his heart.

He stepped on the wine bottle he had kicked aside just now, and he fell hard to the ground.

“You, you, you…”

But after managing to say “you” three times, his throat could no longer produce any sound.

Dragon Tooth had already sliced through his throat.

Without giving the disciple who had fallen and was still struggling any chance, Long Yan watched the many disciples still gathered around the table with a slight arc to his lips.

“What’s going on here?”

The second day in the morning, Elder Xuehe, disregarding his Divine Emperor status, flew into a rage in the forest upon hearing the news that two sects had been completely wiped out.

Especially since the lingering smell of alcohol in the air only added to Elder Xuehe’s frustration.

“Two bases, two sects, and not a single signal flare was sent out!”

Elder Xuehe’s voice was distorted with extreme anger.

How did Long Yan manage to kill the elite of two sects in the blink of an eye?

Did Long Yan really have three heads and six arms?

At his feet had formed a lake of fresh blood; countless people were buried here, and the scent of blood attracted many birds and beasts, all eyeing Elder Xuehe with predatory interest.

“The Heavenly Power Gang was wiped out because they were caught off guard while drinking, but what about the Gale Gang?”

Elder Xuehe was completely baffled; how did Long Yan silently destroy their two bases?

But now there was no trace of Long Yan to be found.

Helplessly, Elder Xuehe could only issue orders to strengthen their guard.

For a while, in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, everyone felt threatened.

Was a man who came out of the Swamp of Death that easy to deal with?

In these days, all disciples always carried signal flares, desperately hoping they could send out a distress signal.

Meanwhile, Long Yan was hiding up in the trees, eating wild fruits with Long Cai’er, watching the movements of people in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Since that night, a lot of disciples from many sects in the Hundred Thousand Mountains couldn’t help but increase their patrolling personnel, even those on night duty armed with a signal flare, working in pairs.

Even Long Yan found it difficult to act against such pairings, and he could only choose to avoid their sharp edges.

Long Cai’er just watched as Long Yan roughly drew some maps on the ground, not understanding any of it anyway.

“Master, what are you drawing?”

Long Yan shifted aside to let Long Cai’er see more clearly; the drawing on the ground was the defense map of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

With the Wuhou Inheritance, mapping out this sort of forces diagram was an easy task.

Long Cai’er tilted her head, indicating that she didn’t understand a bit.

Helplessly, Long Yan had to look at these drawings himself and figure out what to do.

The defenses were very tight; even Long Yan wasn’t sure he could escape from the Hundred Thousand Mountains unnoticed, so he had to come up with a cunning strategy.

However, when he saw Long Cai’er beside him, a plan naturally emerged.

At night, many of the exhausted disciples had long fallen into deep sleep, being on edge all day, every day.

Even cultivators couldn’t endure such a state.

“Pop!”

A dazzling firework exploded in the air, and the many sensitive disciples sprang out of their beds, all eyes turning to the direction in the sky.

“Did they find Long Yan?”

The many disciples who got up started chattering excitedly; it seemed a signal flare had been spotted.

It’s worth mentioning that Elder Xuehe had reduced the bases, and almost every disciple from sects in the Hundred Thousand Mountains now resided here.

“What is that?”

Following a terrified shout, everyone looked up to see the trees full of countless human-faced bird creatures.

“Human-faced birds!

It’s human-faced birds!

What are they doing here?”

The panic-stricken voices completely woke the human-faced birds.

One after another, the grotesque birds twisted their heads to look at the scattering crowd below as if they saw the most delicious food, shrieking and swooping down towards the people.

“Run!”

Long Yan, on the other hand, was up in a big tree, watching the fleeing disciples break through the perfect defensive line.