Unimaginable happiness

Immediately after.

The two continued to search the remaining islands.

All of these islands had Formations that were very difficult to break.

Therefore, apart from Su Lang himself searching dozens of islands, the rest of them combined hadn't searched many islands.

All the treasures on all the islands were guarded by Formations.

These Formations were as good as non-existent to Su Lang.

Those treasures were like unrobed, defenseless beauties waiting for Su Lang's favor.

In a short period of time.

Su Lang searched dozens more islands.

This time, he obtained a second map fragment.

Piecing them together, a route could already be formed.

Su Lang immediately decided to follow this route to search.

He Advanced smoothly, and more and more treasures entered Su Lang's Storage Space.

Unfortunately, Su Lang did not obtain ready-made spirit jade, which dashed his idea of upgrading the System's functions while searching for treasures.

In response, Su Lang could only roll his eyes helplessly.

Just then.

A wave of battle aftermath swept from the front.

Su Lang used his Mental Energy perception to investigate and found that three Martial Artists from the Yaochi Sacred Clan were being ganged up on.

There were seven opponents in total.

At this moment, the three Martial Artists from the Yaochi Sacred Clan were fighting and fleeing.

More accurately, they were taking a beating and fleeing.

Because in this Martial Saint Domain, they couldn't even distinguish directions, so everyone couldn't confirm their positions to rendezvous or provide support.

The three Martial Artists of the Yaochi Sacred Clan also did not send out distress signals.

Furthermore, they didn't have time to send out messages.

The opponents were simply too numerous; a millisecond of error could cost them their lives.

This situation was truly too difficult!

Who can save us!?

The three Martial Artists of the Yaochi Sacred Clan wailed in despair.

"There are three of your clansmen ahead, it looks like they're in trouble. Let's go, save them."

Su Lang pointed to the battlefield tens of thousands of miles away and said to Yaochi Yiran beside him.

"Ah? What? There are three of our clansmen ahead? Why didn't I notice?"

Yaochi Yiran, looking utterly bewildered, used her Mental Energy to investigate, but found nothing ahead.

Su Lang spread his hands helplessly: "They're ten thousand miles away. You're too weak, and your Mental Energy perception range is too small, so of course you wouldn't find them."

“…”

Yaochi Yiran's eyes widened, and her heart felt as if ten thousand Grass-Mud Horses had galloped past.

Young Master Su, besides Saint-Grade weapons and mysterious Formation-breaking treasures, you actually have treasures that wildly amplify Mental Energy perception!?

"Don't just stand there."

"Wait a little longer, and they'll be cut down."

Su Lang said indifferently, then flew directly forward.

His speed was simply too fast, already approaching Advanced Martial God Level.

Therefore, Yaochi Yiran hadn't even reacted before Su Lang disappeared.

"This… such speed!? This is definitely Martial God Level speed!"

"Besides treasures that amplify Mental Energy perception, there are also treasures specifically for amplifying speed!?"

Yaochi Yiran was dumbfounded.

Oh, is this the joy of an Emperor-Son-level Fop?

It truly is unimaginable!

She took a deep breath and flew in the direction Su Lang had pointed.

On the other side.

Under the pursuit of three burly men and four blond-haired burly men, the three Disciples of the Yaochi Sacred Clan were already barely clinging to life.

In less than a few minutes, they would be finished!

"Could it be that Heaven wants to destroy me?"

The three heavily injured Yaochi Clan Disciples looked at each other, bitterness and despair intertwined, and sorrow welled up.

"Hahahaha!"

"You little brats of the Yaochi Sacred Clan, hurry up and die! I'll grant you a quick death!"

A burly man from the Chiri Sacred Clan burst into laughter and threw a fierce punch.

The three Disciples of the Yaochi Sacred Clan jointly blocked the blow, all spitting out fresh blood.

"Kill them!"

A blond-haired Martial Artist from the Tianyun Sacred Clan had a cold expression and ferocious eyes.

He was the strongest among the seven.

And since there were four people from the Tianyun Clan, he was now giving the orders.

With his command, the seven surrounded them, ready to kill the three from the Yaochi Sacred Clan.

But just then.

"Stop!"

An indifferent voice came from afar.

The seven from the Chiri Sacred Clan and Tianyun Sacred Clan trembled in their hearts, retreating hundreds of zhang as if facing a formidable enemy.

The three Martial Artists of the Yaochi Sacred Clan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly flew in the direction of the voice.