Chapter 1491: Going After Easy Prey
After the crown prince and Duan Yue exchanged a glance, they suddenly turned around and flitted toward the rear of Yating Court’s garden.
They moved so rapidly that they were like meteors streaking across the horizon.
The man in the metal demon mask was surprised, but then he waved his hand and chased after the crown prince and his party with his three thousand plus black-clothed subordinates.
“Hall Master, beware of a trap!” The masked Raksha Princess couldn’t resist urging.
“The Northern Mo crown prince has only brought one thousand Dragon Saliva Guards and two thousand royal guards on this trip.” The man in the metal demon mask sneered. “How could those wastrels be our opponent? Pursue them!”
As he said this, the group of black-clothed people dashing madly behind him sped up and passed him like shooting stars.
In the light of the setting sun.
The crown prince, Duan Yue, Situ Yi, and the group of sect disciples—a little more than a hundred of them—sprinted to the rear of the garden.
The crown prince suddenly stopped.
Duan Yue and the rest naturally stopped too, and they turned to face off against the group of black-clothed people that had encircled them.
Mo Lian sized up the man in the metal mask before sniggering all of a sudden. “You coward, why don’t you remove your mask and let everyone see your true appearance?”
The man in the metal demon mask cracked a grin and said in a rugged voice, “Your Highness the Crown Prince wants to know the reason for your death? How unfortunate it is that you won’t have this chance.”
Mo Lian chuckled. “Did I ever mention that overconfident people will die quickly!”
With a wave of his hand, figures swarmed out from beneath the flowers and trees. Under Yu Xiu and Hui Feng’s lead, more than a thousand Dragon Saliva Guard and royal guards swiftly encircled these black-clothed people.
With this, the man in the metal demon mask along with his group had become sandwiched in the middle by the enemy.
However, he merely gave Mo Lian a taunting sneer. “You think that you can defeat us with just these lowly royal guards of the Lower Star Domain?”
“Tsk.” Duan Yue couldn’t resist remarking with a shake of his head, “I don’t know whether you are inherently self-important or just a fool. You still haven’t figured it out? This is a trap laid out for you guys. You guys are dead today!”
“Ha, what are you wasting your breath on an idiot for? Do it!” Liang Qingqing shouted, and her hands suddenly stretched out a mesh net that was as thin as a cicada’s wings.
At the same time, the hundred disciples from the two sects, along with Duan Yue, Situ Yi, Baili Xi, and Wei Nanfeng also produced transparent mesh nets in their hands.
Working together, the hundred people took to the air and pulled at the mesh nets in their hands. A net that blotted out the sky dropped down on the black-clothed men below.
Mo Lian also took to the air, and his fingers continuously struck out over a thousand clusters of purple flames.
Once these flames landed on the net, they immediately produced a purple smoke that formed a fire net at once. They abruptly made the black-clothed people ensnared within anxiously resist in fright.
Right now, they were like easy prey. With a fire net above their heads, retreating would mean getting annihilated by Yu Xiu and Hui Feng’s disciplined royal guards acting in concert.
Yet advancing was even worse, since that would mean facing the disciples from the two sects, with mystic energy landing on their bodies from across the fire net. It meant either getting roasted to death or getting struck to death by mystic energy.
Mo Lian rapidly threw down a dozen purple lotuses, which abruptly exploded among the crowd of black-clothed people, causing them bitter misery since they had lumped together.