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Lin Fan and his team finally found a relatively flat place to set up camp. After continuous marching and fighting, everyone was exhausted, especially Zhong Ling'er. Breaking the illusion array and maintaining the defense barrier consumed a lot of her spiritual power. Jiang Shuiling took out a bottle of elixir from the storage bag and handed it to her, saying with concern: "Ling'er, take some elixir first to recover some spiritual power."

Zhong Linger took the pill with a smile and said gratefully: "Thank you, Shui Ling, I really need to recover."

Jiang Shuiling nodded, then turned to look at Lin Fan, "Lin Fan, what are our plans next? Although it seems peaceful here, I always feel like something is wrong."

Lin Fan looked around with a serious look in his eyes and said, "Let's take a short break and recover our spiritual power before making a decision. The enemies in Cangmang Province will not let us go easily, but no matter what, we must remain vigilant."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps all around, and Lin Fan's brows knitted instantly. The five of them stood up at the same time, holding their weapons one by one.

"There are enemies approaching." Ye Wuhen warned in a low voice, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. His figure was like an arrow about to be shot from a bowstring, ready to attack at any time.

Then, the figures of a group of monks gradually became clear in the mist. They were all wearing pale robes, with fierce and aggressive expressions. The leading monk had a sneer on his face, and his voice was as piercing as the cold wind: "If you dare to step into the vast land, you must be prepared to pay the price!"

Lin Fan's eyes were stern, without any panic in them. He had gotten used to these so-called "warnings". Cangmang Province obviously did not welcome outsiders, and this group of cultivators were the pawns protecting this land.

"These people have strong auras." Jin Buke clenched his sword tightly, his eyes flashing like lightning, "It seems that this battle will not be easy."

Without waiting for the opponent to launch an attack, Ye Wuhen suddenly took action, his figure was like a gust of wind, and he disappeared from the spot in an instant. His extreme speed made everyone lose sight of him in an instant, and then there were several muffled sounds from the enemy formation. Ye Wuhen shuttled through the enemy formation like a ghost, the short blade in his hand was clever and deadly, and every time he swung it, he could accurately hit the enemy's vital points.

The leading monk's face changed. He didn't expect the other party to be so fast. In just a few breaths, several of his companions fell down. He shouted angrily and waved his hand to signal the monks around him to attack together: "Don't give him any chance, surround them!"

In a moment, cultivators from all directions rushed up and surrounded Lin Fan and the others. Lin Fan's expression did not change, the Qiankun Axe appeared in his hand, and his spiritual power was flowing around him, and his momentum was like a rainbow. Jin Buke stood in front of the team, the long sword in his hand flashing with cold light, and said coldly: "Fight if you want!"

Jiang Shuiling also quickly activated her spiritual power, forming seals with her hands, and the power of the water dragon began to gather around her, as if a water dragon was circling up. Zhong Ling'er stood beside Jiang Shuiling, holding the talisman in both hands, ready to support at any time.

"Come on!" The leading monk shouted loudly, and in an instant several monks waving various magical weapons rushed towards Lin Fan and others.

"Looking for death!" Lin Fan snorted coldly, and swung the Qiankun Axe violently. A huge arc of spiritual power slashed forward like lightning, instantly knocking away several cultivators who were rushing in the front, and screams were heard everywhere.

On the other side, Ye Wuhen's figure flashed again. He was like a cheetah out of a cage, constantly shuttling among the enemy groups. Every time he attacked, an enemy would fall down. His speed was so fast that it was hard to catch up. Almost no one could catch his movements.

Jin Buke was at the front of the team, facing the enemy with his long sword. His sword was sharp, and every swing of his sword was like a hurricane, forcing back the enemies who tried to approach. A monk raised his spear and stabbed at him. Jin Buke sneered, dodged the opponent's attack, and swept his long sword back, directly cutting off the enemy's spear, and then stabbed his sword into his chest.

Jiang Shuiling was not to be outdone. Her water dragon power rushed through the enemies, and each attack could repel several monks. Those monks could not get close to her at all. Zhong Linger kept casting talismans in the back, and the spiritual light protected the team like a shield, blocking the enemy's attacks.

However, there were too many enemies. During the intervals of the battle, Lin Fan could clearly feel a powerful force approaching them from a distance. That kind of pressure was definitely not something that ordinary cultivators could possess. Lin Fan frowned, and he knew in his heart that these cultivators from Cangmang Province were just pathfinders, and the real enemy had not yet arrived.

"Ye Wuhen, come back! Don't fight to the end!" Lin Fan shouted. He knew that they had to withdraw from the encirclement as soon as possible, otherwise when that powerful force approached, they would be in an even more unfavorable situation.

Ye Wuhen's figure flashed and he quickly returned to Lin Fan's side. He panted slightly, but his eyes were still full of fighting spirit: "Leader, these people are nothing to worry about. We can continue to charge."

Lin Fan shook his head, his eyes solemn: "No, we must evacuate as soon as possible, the real powerful enemy is still behind. These are just minions, there is no need to waste time here."

Jin Buke also nodded: "Lin Fan is right, I also felt an extremely powerful aura, it seems that the real strong man of Cangmang Province has already noticed our existence."

Jiang Shuiling glanced around. Although the enemies were suppressed by them, they were still coming. She looked determined: "Let's evacuate. Zhong Ling'er, prepare the barrier to cover us."

Zhong Ling'er nodded, threw several talismans into the air, and injected spiritual power into them. The talismans instantly turned into a blue light curtain, covering everyone. She shouted in a low voice: "Wind Hidden Barrier!"

The blue light curtain expanded in an instant, completely hiding their figures in the mist. Lin Fan waved his hand: "Let's go!"

Under the protection of Zhong Ling'er's Wind-Hidden Barrier, Lin Fan and others quickly withdrew from the enemy's encirclement. Their figures disappeared in the fog like ghosts.

The enemy monks watched the light curtain appear, and then the figures of Lin Fan and others disappeared, and they were all horrified. The leading monk's face turned pale, and he punched the ground fiercely: "Damn it! Chase them! We must not let them escape from Cangmang Province!"

However, Lin Fan and his companions had already used Zhong Ling'er's barrier to quickly escape from the battlefield. They headed north, through dense forests and mountain streams, and only stopped when they were sure that there were no enemies chasing them.

Everyone leaned against a rock, panting. Zhong Ling'er's face was a little pale, and her spiritual power was greatly consumed. She leaned on Jiang Shuiling and smiled, "It seems that we have temporarily shaken them off."

Jiang Shuiling nodded, took out a pill and handed it to her: "Thank you for your hard work, Ling'er. Without you, it would be difficult for us to escape."

Zhong Ling'er took the pill, swallowed it, closed her eyes and regulated her breathing, while Lin Fan stood on the rock, staring into the distance. He could feel that the powerful force was still gradually approaching, like a sleeping beast waking up.

"It seems that the guardian of Cangmang Province is not going to let us pass easily." Lin Fan whispered to himself, and he had already made a decision in his heart. He turned to the others and said, "Everyone should recover their spiritual power first, and then we must go all out. This power is definitely not something that ordinary cultivators can deal with. It may be the real guardian of Cangmang Province. We can't take it lightly."