Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting-Chapter 193 - 108: A Great Harvest, the Might of the Divine Realm Martial Sect
"Woooo..."
A low, muffled groan echoed from afar. Wei Fan didn’t bother to turn his head, but he knew the sound came from the direction where Deng Boyong and the Blood Cloud Sect’s Half-Step Divine Realm were fighting.
The moment the sound rang out, the two half-demon puppets entangled with Zhang Xianlong hesitated, then began to withdraw.
"Trying to run?"
Clearly, that Blood Cloud Sect Half-Step Divine Realm, even as he fought fiercely with Deng Boyong, had realized that Half-Demon Master Kun and the three half-demon puppets were killed by Wei Fan, and was now trying to lead the rest to escape.
With Master Kun, who was even stronger than he was, dead, going any further was a dead end. Who would’ve thought that White Elephant Demon Monarch had purposely brought over a scale, and even Long Xueyi hadn’t faced Master Kun before he died?
Boom!
Wei Fan flashed forward. Instantly, one half-demon puppet exploded into pieces.
"This guy is getting scarier by the minute. Without even using Sword Momentum, he’s butchering Celestial Human Ninth Layer like slaughtering dogs!"
Zhang Xianlong was shaken to the core. Such overbearing power was downright terrifying—more monstrous than the Demon Fiends themselves.
"Slaughter it too!"
With a sweep of his blade, he forced the half-demon puppet he was fighting toward Wei Fan. Since the half-demon puppets were all trying to escape now, it wasn’t the time to fight over kills.
Besides, this escort mission wasn’t a solo Demon Hunter assignment—it was tallying team merit.
Wei Fan, of course, wasn’t about to hold back. If Zhang Xianlong or the others killed these half-demon puppets, it wouldn’t earn much more merit. But if he killed them, it meant power harvesting.
The half-demon puppet retreated straight toward Wei Fan. Qi and Blood Power surged in Wei Fan’s body—he struck out with a fierce punch, blasting the puppet apart.
"Don’t let a single one get away. This time, we’ll cripple the Blood Cloud Sect for real!"
Nine half-demon puppets, one Half-Step Divine Realm, plus Master Kun the perfect half-demon—if all died here, not even an elite force like the Blood Cloud Sect could stomach such a colossal loss.
The last half-demon puppet died. Both men shot out like lightning, racing toward Long Xueyi’s position.
At that moment, Long Xueyi had already killed one of the four half-demon puppets entangling her; the other three had managed to escape a good distance, with her in hot pursuit.
She could handle being tied up by four half-demon puppets without endangering the supplies, but if those puppets truly wanted to run, she didn’t have many options.
Luckily, Wei Fan and Zhang Xianlong were now free. The three half-demon puppets hadn’t gotten that far.
"So fast!"
Zhang Xianlong’s vision blurred—Wei Fan had already left him in the dust.
A few seconds later, Wei Fan had caught up to Long Xueyi, while Zhang Xianlong lagged several hundred meters behind them both.
Thinking on it, he simply changed direction and charged straight toward Deng Boyong.
"You take one, I’ll deal with the other two!"
"Got it!"
Long Xueyi nodded and locked onto one half-demon puppet, leaping after it.
These half-demon puppets had no consciousness, but were under control. So even their escape wasn’t a mindless rush in the same direction—they split up three ways instead.
Perfection Level Nine Nether Illusionary Steps—even Long Xueyi’s speed couldn’t match Wei Fan’s. In four or five seconds, he caught up to the first half-demon puppet.
With one punch, he obliterated its weapon—and its entire body along with it.
[Slain half-demon puppet. Power harvested: 900 years]
[Current Power Level: 6313]
At this point, he alone had destroyed six half-demon puppets, each as strong as Celestial Human Ninth Layer, plus Master Kun, gaining a total of six thousand three hundred years of power.
"One left!"
Finishing off the half-demon puppet, Wei Fan changed direction again and chased down another. Within a few dozen seconds, he caught up to it in a cluster of mountain boulders.
Rumble—
He punched out from afar—behind him, the True Intent-condensed Great Sun pressed down with fierce heat. The mountains shattered, rocks flew, and the half-demon puppet was slammed into the earth, half its flesh incinerated.
"That’s number eight!"
Blood Cloud Sect had brought eleven total. Long Xueyi killed two half-demon puppets, one Half-Step Divine Realm survived—Wei Fan killed all the rest.
The ongoing outburst had his body burning up; most of his Qi and Blood Power was spent. Wei Fan’s True Intent surged, drawing on Power of Heaven and Earth to replenish himself.
"This time, we’re finished! But killing me won’t be so easy!"
A furious voice roared from the distance.
Wei Fan looked up—the Blood Cloud Sect Half-Step Divine Realm had shaken off Deng Boyong and was starting his escape. Blood trickled from his lips, a massive wound splitting his side. Long Xueyi and Deng Boyong were chasing right behind him.
Zhang Xianlong was nowhere to be seen.
The Half-Step Divine Realm was determined to run—even opponents at his own level might not catch him, let alone someone only at Heavenly Human Eighth Layer. Zhang Xianlong must’ve given up the chase and headed back to the convoy.
Sword Aura and Great Halberd tore through the air behind him. The Blood Cloud Sect Half-Step Divine Realm suddenly swerved, running straight in Wei Fan’s direction.
Too desperate to notice, he missed the fact that Wei Fan was up ahead.
"As long as Long Xueyi can’t catch up, even if Deng Boyong catches me, it’s pointless!"
The Blood Cloud Sect Half-Step Divine Realm, taking advantage of a moment after shattering Sword Aura, glanced back—Celestial Human Ninth Layer Long Xueyi was quickly falling behind; only Deng Boyong could barely manage to keep up.
As Deng Boyong was a Deputy General responsible for the supply escort, there was no way he’d chase him forever. At most, he’d pursue a bit longer before giving up.
"Hmm... Why are there battle marks here?"
He suddenly noticed a collapsed mountainside ahead. For dozens of meters, shattered rocks littered the ground—a massive crater marked the hillside, with a half-demon puppet’s charred body lying at the bottom.
"Shit!"
He realized this was the battlefield left by Wei Fan chasing and killing a half-demon puppet. Somehow, in his blind panic, he’d run straight into it. As he tried to turn, a man glowing with purple light shot out from among the stones.
