"Brother Su, are you returning to Dali?"

"I just received the order. The intelligence I submitted has been taken seriously. What happens next has nothing to do with me.

According to the intelligence I received, on this side of Dazhen, there is at least one High Priest, three Joy Lamp Priests, and at least three hundred Daoist Soldiers.

And with a High Priest present, there will definitely be four sect protectors. These protectors are the true masters of killing.

I am only at the Qi Sea Realm and not good at the path of killing.

Any battle that might occur next is not one I can participate in."

Su Li looked at his missing left arm and spoke calmly. His identity wasn't heavily reliant on combat power either.

"Very well, then. I wish you a swift promotion, Brother Su. As for the thing you wanted, don't worry. I'll find someone to bring it back to you."

Su Li didn't ask much more. Having investigated with Yu Ziqing for so long, he could see that Yu Ziqing genuinely wasn't deceiving him. If he said he would provide a method to restore the left arm, he definitely would.

"The next city already has a Shadow Department stronghold. I will hand over matters there before returning to Dali. Brother Qing, take care.

Though I don't know what grudge you have with the White Sun Evil Cult, I still want to say one more thing.

You'd better not interfere anymore. According to the intelligence I gathered, there might already be a Seventh Tier expert among those Evil Dao.

The gap between the Sixth Tier and Seventh Tier is much larger than the lower realms, and such conflict is not something we can meddle in."

"Don't worry, I'm just like you, not good at combat. I know my limits and won't foolishly rush into their lair to confront them."

Yu Ziqing smiled sincerely.

Looking out, the next city was already visible in the distance, and they were about to part ways.

Suddenly, that city, which was already clearly visible, became blurry, as if shrouded by a layer of mist.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't the city being obscured, but they who were covered, and everything around became vague, with the limit of their vision only stretching three or four miles.

"Young master, someone's ambushing us."

Before the words had fully landed, Cece's Detection Domain had already spread out first.

The mist conflicted slightly with Cece's Detection Domain, and ripples appeared within the mist, revealing a human-shaped illusion.

The silhouette slowly walked out of the mist, gradually forming into a thin man. His black robe was covered with tattoos on his face, almost every inch of skin obscured, bloodshot eyes wide with an expression full of malice.

The man glanced at the four and bared an exaggerated grin.

"Die!"

As his voice fell, a soul-wrenching pressure suddenly appeared, as if gripping their souls, an enormous invisible pressure causing a rift between their consciousness and bodies.

"Sixth Tier Refining God, quick... run." Su Li's hands grasped his neck, his face turning increasingly red, quickly changing to a deep purple as blood began seeping from his seven apertures, clearly reaching his limit.

Yu Ziqing's entire body's Qi-Blood seemed to burn, and as it surged, a weak power seeped from several Death orifices, mixing with his Qi Blood Power, resisting this terrifying pressure.

Meanwhile, Cece floated in mid-air, as if pinched by a giant hand, as did Wu Shuangge.

With a muffled sound, a chain burst from Cece's body, its combined power shattering the seal, forcibly manifesting the complete Despair Abyss and devouring everything around.

In an instant, their location emerged within the Despair Abyss, endless despair transforming into a fine mist, corroding their will.

It was at this moment that they saw the transparent hands extending from the Tattooed Face's body, grasping them.

As the fine mist fell, it rapidly corroded the transparent hands.

The Tattooed Face's eyes sharpened as power surged around him, shielding against the acidic rain.

Yu Ziqing's eyes seemed to ignite, and with a wave of his hand, a sack appeared out of thin air, flying toward the Tattooed Face.

Without moving, the Tattooed Face saw an invisible power instantly grip the sack, suspending it mid-air, with the words "This Side Faces the Enemy" written on it.

Yet, the next moment, the sack abruptly exploded from within, a halo accompanied by numerous spikes indiscriminately rushing in the Tattooed Face's direction.

The metal spikes, clearly coated with poison, halted automatically three feet before the Tattooed Face, densely forming a spiked wall.

As the sack burst, a fine powder also scattered, permeating every inch of the area.

With just a glance, the Tattooed Face realized all the contents were poisonous, an entire sack of toxins.

A slight smile appeared at the corners of the Tattooed Face's mouth.

"Stop struggling. These little tricks are useless. I was just passing through, here to eliminate you. Succumb quietly, no fuss."

Yet, having broken free from his constraints, Yu Ziqing inhaled a deep breath of the pervasive sedative and took out a small parcel, rapidly swallowing it whole, paper and all.

He inhaled and consumed a large amount of sedative, integrating it into his body.

From the start, he hadn't pinned his hopes on the sedative poisoning the opponent. The best effect was to consume it, inhaling came second, and mere contact was generally ineffective.