Before Xiayu's grandpa and grandma could make any effective response, Haidong Qingshen rushed to the top of Feixia Villa, and violent thunder spread.
The other Xiayu mages followed the super-level grandpa and grandma and used defensive magic to resist the thunder attack for a while before they could no longer hold on.
They all asked the elders to take them away from Feixia Villa in Fenfeng. Considering the future of Xiayu, the grandparents also agreed to the request from the younger generations.
After opening the mountain protection formation of Feixia Villa to delay time, they opened the escape tunnel that had been prepared and left in an orderly manner.
Only Feixia Villa on the main peak is still insisting on confronting Haidong Qingshen because it has important guests and the Grand Grandpa and Grandma live there.
Although they were at a huge disadvantage at the beginning and were beaten to a disgrace by Haidong Qingshen, elite mages from other peaks gathered together to support them.
The situation slowly and steadily improved. This amazing result made Lin Zhihai and others who had been watching the paddling unable to sit still. They came out of the guest room with serious faces to fight the monster together.
Originally, with the strength of Haidong Qingshen, it would be no problem to destroy a Xiayu Island. The bad thing is that it has just been freed. It was poisoned by Xiayu before and took revenge regardless of its own weak condition.
It was only then that the elite mages from all over Xiayu Island gathered their strength to block the power, and with the addition of powerful foreigners such as Lin Zhihai on the wall.
Haidong Qingshen could no longer withstand the intensive magic attacks. Lin Zhihai's butler Zhongshu caught the flaw and broke Haidong Qingshen's Leikai demon defense, falling from the air and hitting the ground.
With the crisis temporarily lifted, everyone in Feixia Villa suddenly relaxed with their high-pitched hearts.
The grandparents and the core members of Xiayu Island saw the loyalty and strength of Mr. Lin, the housekeeper, and formed a circle to congratulate Lin Zhihai.
Other Xiayu super mages took the troops who could continue to fight to find the place where Haidong Qingshen fell, and wanted to recapture Haidong Qingshen and seal it.
Lin Zhihai graciously accepted the praises of the seven grandmothers, and said silently that the reason why he did not come out to help immediately was because he wanted to give his men time to sober up and prepare.
The two grandfathers immediately expressed their understanding by borrowing the donkey from Poxia, leaving room for a decent and good relationship between the two parties. After all, they will be long-term partners in the future.
After finishing the courtesy, the old butler Zhonglao asked the eldest grandpa a question that Lin Zhihai was not comfortable asking. "This Xiayu Island is hidden in the vast sea. How could a demon close to the level of a supreme monarch just find this place to cause trouble!?"
The eldest grandpa was still looking confused and didn't know how to answer. The eldest grandma on the side, in order to stabilize Lin Zhihai and his party, hurriedly gave out the tricks used by their ancestors of the Yin tribe to deceive the people of Licheng.
Lin Zhihai, who understood the ins and outs of the incident, was interrupted by the horrified screams from the foot of the mountain before he could denounce Haidong Qingshen for his ignorance.
A super-level wind-type Xiayu mage desperately flew back to Feixia Villa, crawling in ragged clothes and hiding behind Lin Zhihai and other super-level mages.
He trembled with a trembling voice. "Oh no, just when we found Haidong Qingshen, a huge demon that we had never seen before appeared from the dense forest. A burst of green mist came and everyone fell down. Only I relied on the high strength of the wind element. Cultivation, protect yourself, escape and report back!!"
Lin Zhihai's mouth twitched as he was about to speak. There were really many disasters on Xiayu Island. Several super-level mages led the team down and the team was wiped out within a short time.
Anyone with a brain knew that another powerful monarch-level demon had appeared, and Lin Zhihai felt that Xiayu and the others had set a trap for him.
Now that he was spending money and effort to solve Xiayu's troubles, if his subordinates were not good enough, he and he would be wiped out just like Master Xiayu just now.
This level of danger has never been encountered in such a fatal situation since Lin Zhihai developed ashore. Xiayu is treating Lin Zhi as the enemy!
Lin Zhihai, who couldn't bear to show off his face on the spot, had no choice but to put away his smile and asked the old lady with a dark look on his face. "Is it the demon suppressed by your ancestors again this time?"
Grandma also had a confused look on her face. She had never seen such a situation before. Xiayu had spent hundreds of years peacefully and peacefully, so how could it cause trouble just when it was about to open to the public?
If Lin Zhihai and others hadn't just made great efforts to help Xiayu suppress Haidong Qingshen, the old lady would have suspected that Lin Zhihai and others were up to something.
Before Grandma could respond to Lin Zhihai's question, the mist quickly swept towards the mountain, scaring the surviving super-level wind mage to retreat.
While running into the room tunnel of Feixia Villa to hide, he yelled crazily. "Coming, coming, it's catching up!!"
It seems that he is another guy who witnessed the death of his friends and acquaintances, and ran away because of fear. His heart was broken. If there is no guidance or similar events in the future to stimulate people to come out of the haze, it is estimated that a lifetime of cultivation will come to an end.
Everyone present had no time to care about this poor man. They forced themselves to be exhausted by Haidong Qingshen, and focused on the mist to prepare for the enemy.
The poor man who escaped just now was so embarrassed, because the mist chasing team was instantly wiped out.
Who would be napping because of the night and the drunkenness at this time? Maybe this is the last time they can see the world before they die.
The fog gradually spread and enveloped the entire mountain peak. Lin Zhihai and others in the square of Feixia Villa changed into a back-to-back defensive formation because they could no longer see the scenery a hundred meters away.
At this time, Lin Zhihai began to regret coming to Xiayu to support his efforts. He felt as helpless as when he was in a shipwreck when he was young. This was a nightmare that he would never forget.
The depressing feeling of isolation and terror caused Lin Zhihai to fantasize about whether the sirens from the East China Sea were chasing Xiayu to take revenge on his Lin family.
Just when Lin Zhihai was thinking wildly, a pleasant voice came from the depths of the mist, making Lin Zhihai sigh with sadness.
In the depths of the fog, Tang Yue, standing on the head of the totem black snake, observed the grandfathers and grandmothers in colorful costumes in the villa for a long time.
After analyzing that Lin Fengjiao's uncle was also in the team at the villa, he thought about it and started to break down. "You bunch of sinners from the Hidden Tribe, because of your own selfish desires, caused heaven's punishment to destroy Carp City, and also caused trouble to the totem beast Haidong Qingshen. Do you think you can still hide these scandals!!"
When the grandparents in Xiayu heard this, they felt ashamed not because their ancestors had done bad things, but because they themselves had done a lot of bad things, and they were on par with their ancestors.
At other times, they can keep quiet without fear of being exposed, but the current situation is a bit special and they may not be able to protect themselves.
Moreover, Lin Zhihai, the father of the begging donor, was present at the scene. Lin Zhihai and others were not incompetent in their abilities. It would be too difficult to silence them. It is very likely that subsequent cooperation projects would be rejected because of this.
