"Tsk tsk, it seems your sacred moonlight is useless now, huh! Hehe," Brain Deficient said with a mocking tone.
A beam of white light shot out from Ri An's body, instantly landing on Brain Deficient's foot. Brain Deficient's expression drastically changed as he darted upward into the sky, retreating a great step back.
Ri An calmly looked at Brain Deficient's foot, where the toes had been hit by the light and the flesh was directly scorched, exposing a section of ghastly white bone.
Brain Deficient's expression darkened, not expecting this man to act so decisively against him.
"Is this all your Moon God Race is capable of?" Brain Deficient asked.
At that moment, Ye Ji flashed behind Brain Deficient, his speed so fast that Brain Deficient had no chance to react. In the blink of an eye, Ye Ji had grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
"Our Moon God Race's capabilities are more than you can imagine."
Ye Ji's voice was as crisp as the sound of jade striking, his expression still carrying a smile, as if this was a very polite way to greet someone.
"I don't like your attitude. You filthy Demon Tentacles should show more respect to our Moon God Race," Ri An said, his eyes showing a hint of contempt.
Strangely enough, even though Ri An looked at Brain Deficient with contempt, he seemed inherently right—it was the disdain of a god, rightfully so.
Brain Deficient did not seem panicked, still scoffing, "Your Moon God Race is really interesting, hiding your dirty sides and using our Demon Tentacle Race to take over Shepherd City, yet you despise us for being filthy?"
"Don't think I won't kill you."
Once again, a murderous intent flowed from Ye Ji, and yellowish tumors surfaced on his arm, emitting a putrid scent.
Brain Deficient sneered, "Never mind whether you dare to kill me, even if you had the intention, you would need to have the ability to do so."
Brain Deficient's neck broke off directly, black tentacles attached to his head, lifting it up, and twisting free from Ye Ji's hands in the blink of an eye.
Brain Deficient retreated like a ghost, landing on a tree branch. The black tentacles rolled his head back in place on his neck, unharmed.
He slightly turned his neck, a creaking sound emerging: "You don't need to try these tricks with me. Since your Moon God Race treasures your appearance so much and does not want others to see your ugly side, you better cooperate with us. Isn't a win-win cooperation good enough?"
Ri An and Ye Ji exchanged glances, their eyes flickering slightly, and furrowed their brows again.
Clearly, Brain Deficient was not just an ordinary character; if he did not have some skills, he would not dare come here to provoke them .
Ye Ji pondered for a moment, understanding the current situation. There was no need for mutual provocations; they were temporarily on the same boat, so they couldn't just push each other off.
"You Demon Tentacles better not mess things up," Ye Ji said coldly.
"That's what I should be saying to you."
Brain Deficient adjusted his head straight, sneered again, then turned and leaped away, vanishing into the forest.
"Trusting the Demon Tentacle Race—this idea isn't great," Ri An said.
Ye Ji sheathed his sacred sword and turned to look toward the headless eight-armed black ape, saying, "The Flood Dragon ran away, luckily it didn't manage to take the Beast Pill from the eight-armed black ape; at least our presence here wasn't for nothing."
He smiled faintly, took a step, and floated down beside the body of the eight-armed black ape, but soon his expression suddenly changed!
"What's going on? Where is the Beast Pill!" Ye Ji asked darkly.
Ri An also paused slightly, his expression becoming uncertain.
"Could it be Ji Li, that guy pulling tricks?" Ri An said grimly.
"Damn it! I will never spare him next time! Demon Tentacle Race, wait for me!"
Ye Ji clenched his fists!
The Beast Pill obviously wasn't taken by Brain Deficient. If Brain Deficient had acted, with Ri An and Ye Ji's Perception, it would have been impossible to deceive them.
Xiaohei, holding the Beast Pill of the eight-armed black ape, joyfully tossed it to Xiang Beifei.
"This is a good thing."
Xiang Beifei smiled, took the Beast Pill of the eight-armed black ape, and looked it over with satisfaction.
The eight-armed black ape, possessing late-stage orifice transforming abilities, was very powerful, making this Beast Pill extremely precious!
Xiang Beifei stored away the Beast Pill, then looked towards Ri An and Ye Ji in the distance, these two strikingly handsome men and women of great strength. What did this so-called Moon God Race mean?
What was Shepherd City?
What were they planning to do in cooperation with the Ghost Mustache of Remnant Visage?
At that moment, Ri An and Ye Ji, unable to find the Beast Pill of the eight-armed black ape, appeared very annoyed, muttered a few curses under their breath, and then left.
Xiang Beifei did not go after them.
Erha looked around, searching for the trace of the Flood Dragon, urging Xiang Beifei to find the young Flood Dragon; it wanted to recruit a follower.
"Recruit a ghost, will you?"
Xiang Beifei said irritably as he flicked Erha's head, "Can you still smell the Flood Dragon?"
The Flood Dragon had late-stage orifice transforming abilities and was a desolate beast with spiritual intelligence not inferior to the Human Race. During its escape, it utilized its special abilities to disrupt and shield its scent to prevent tracking.
Erha sniffling with its nose, realized it couldn't detect the scent of the Flood Dragon and felt somewhat disheartened.
"Alright, you wanted to save it, and I saved it too. Whatever happens to that desolate beast next is no longer our concern. Let it fend for itself!"
The purpose of Xiang Beifei's journey was to head to Si Hou, focusing on his own goals first. As for what the Moon God Race wanted to do with the Demon Tentacle Race, that was their business, and there was no need for him to muddy the waters.
He immediately turned and following the stone from Chen Hou, headed north.
After flying for two more days, Xiang Beifei couldn't help but mutter; Chen Hou was indeed far from Si Hou. On the third day, Xiang Beifei stopped amidst a range of mountains, gazing at the undulating peaks in deep thought.
The mountains stood tall, with peaks lush and verdant, numerous towering peaks in sight, and various large flying creatures rising and falling in the distance. The air was thick with miasma, surrounding the mountains. This miasma was purple, visibly toxic.
The compass from Chen Hou constantly pointed deep into the mountain range.
"Strange. Isn't this the mountain I just crossed?"
Xiang Beifei looked at the tall mountain in front of him in surprise.
He had actually already crossed this mountain range, initially following the compass northward. However, the compass took a turn midway, and he turned as well. After an hour of turning, he unexpectedly found himself back where he started!
It was as if he had been made to circle this mountain range!