Neither side said anything else.

  Zuo Mo didn't need to ask to sense the hostility from his opponent, while Wu Feng Jue simply thought it was unnecessary.

  Is it necessary for a mere builder to waste his words?

  Although he knew that Zou Han was eager for revenge, Zhang Hao decided to send a few people down first to test the waters. What kind of magical power did the Wu Kong flag have? One try would reveal all. Zhang Hao had been through countless battles and deeply understood that one could not be careless. A core disciple of a sect having one or two life-saving treasures was completely normal.

  These lifesaving treasures were mostly given by the seniors of the sect, and their power was extraordinary. If one is not careful, it's easy to capsize in a ditch, which is often seen. Since our side has the upper hand, there's no need to take risks. Zou Han is his trusted general, if he's not careful and gets ambushed, Zhang Hao will be heartbroken.

  The Black Wind Gang now has seventy people, with five of them reaching the Condensing Pulse stage in their cultivation. These five are the backbone of the Black Wind Gang, and the others below them can be replaced at any time, especially in today's chaotic times.

  He summoned five of his subordinates from the Foundation Building stage to come forward. Even if the opponent had a powerful treasure in hand, their cultivation was limited, and with one against five, they were at an absolute disadvantage.

  "Quick battle, quick decision." He said casually and immediately turned his face to comfort Zou Han: "Don't worry, brother, wait for them to catch this kid, whether it's pulling out the tendons or skinning, you can play as you like!"

  Zou Hanchen thanked him: "Thank you, boss!"

  Zhang Hao burst out laughing: "No need to say such polite words. Younger brother, over the years, has made quite a few contributions. A small matter like this is naturally not worth mentioning."

  The five of them didn't dare to be careless, the flag on the opponent's head was shining brightly, and at a glance, they knew it wasn't an ordinary item. If it were one-on-one, they themselves knew they weren't a match for those big sect disciples. But if it were five against one, they had enough confidence. To stand firm in the Black Wind Bandits, especially as foundation-building cultivators, they must learn how to cooperate with their companions.

  This is also the reason why Wu Fengze has been able to live a carefree life all these years.

  Their coordination is very smooth, and in group battles, it will be especially evident. Using many to defeat the strong, using many to defeat many, are their most skilled ways of fighting.

  For those disciples of the major sects, what they emphasize is individual cultivation. This also means that they have no advantage in group battles.

  Five cultivators approached, their positions staggered among them, subtly echoing each other.

  Zuo Mo stared at the five people, completely relaxed, with the sword auras around him flying steadily and in order.

  Five cultivators, three of whom were sword cultivators, one holding a black flag and another carrying a chain hook. The cultivation of the five was not much different from that of Zuo Mo, all being around the end of the foundation building stage. The cultivator holding the black flag waved it, and a dark cloud as black as ink flew towards Zuo Mo.

  Three sword cultivators also launched an attack, three flying swords of different colors transformed into three rays of light, changing unpredictably in mid-air, shooting straight to the left.

  The holder of the chain hook, a repairer, had a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. The black chain hook in his hand swayed lightly, making a soft humming noise with a rhythm. The front end of the chain hook was a sickle-shaped hook, and the lock chain was slightly thicker than the thumb. The tail end of the lock chain was a drop-shaped sharp cone. The black chain hook had a hint of blood color, enough to show that it had drunk a lot of blood, what a vicious weapon!

  Zuo Mo naturally didn't dare to slack off, with the flagpole in his hand and the empty flag falling into it, he shook the flagpole.

  Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

  Innumerable sword tips flew out from within the flag and shot straight at the dark cloud.

  The sword pierced through the dark clouds effortlessly, the dark clouds churned restlessly, and in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.

  Zuo Mo intently stared at the black cloud, among the five people, the black cloud and the chain hook wielder posed the greatest threat to him. On the other hand, the three sword cultivators were the least threatening, none of them had comprehended the intent of their swords, the three sword auras in Zuo Mo's eyes were merely superficial.

  This dark cloud gave Zuo Mo a feeling similar to that of the Blood Fiend in the Sword Cave, gloomy and ominous.

  His mind was clear, and the three flying swords came to a halt in front of his chest. With a slight movement of his left foot, he dodged the three flying swords. He continued to stare at the dark cloud, thinking quickly about how to respond. The guy with the command flag, hiding behind several people, wanted to attack him directly, which was a bit unrealistic.

  The holder of the chain hook remained motionless, like a seasoned hunter, full of patience, waiting for the left to reveal its weakness.

  The dark cloud's speed was not fast, but its range was extremely large, making it difficult to dodge. The whistling sword edge that pierced through did not stop it for a moment.

  What a pest!

  His head began to ache slightly.

  In the distance, Fu Feng and others who were watching from the sidelines had a leisurely expression, but when Fu Feng saw the black flag, he slightly revealed a look of surprise: "Black Blood Flag? Is someone still refining it?" He took a closer look, only then did he somewhat relax and say: "It's incomplete, no wonder."

  "What is the Black Blood Banner?" Guifeng suddenly asked, in Fu Feng's "Nine Ghosts' Nail Curse", there was a mention of the Black Blood Banner, but it was vague.

  "A rare and obscure treasure, made from the essence of filth and impurity. It can pollute others' treasures and flying swords, quite effective." Fu Feng didn't hide or evade, answering very straightforwardly: "This kind of treasure is mostly seen among cultivators who practice ghostly, dark, and yin spirits. However, it's not easy to refine. That banner uses black dog blood, the quality is low, and the refining method is incomplete and rough, its power is limited."

  Guifeng listened very carefully, he practiced sword katas, but also belonged to the category of Gui Ming Yin Shen. Many practitioners practice Gui Ming Yin Shen in loose cultivation, but it is difficult to enter the hall in sword cultivation, and there is no one to ask for advice on weekdays.

  Fu Feng glanced over and said in a relaxed tone: "However, if you don't know how to deal with it, this thing is not easy to handle."

  Wu Fengze and others were extremely relaxed, in their opinion, this battle was a foregone conclusion.

  Zhang Hao smiled and said to Zou Han, "The Xuan Yin Fan in this guy's hand is a good thing! Every time it can achieve the effect of a strange soldier, unfortunately, it is not easy to refine. If we could equip a few more, our strength would increase a lot."

  Zou Han's mood was greatly improved, and his face also calmed down. He smiled and said: "Boss is too greedy, if we can have one, it's already a blessing from heaven. Apart from us, I haven't heard of anyone else in the industry having one, and yet Boss still wants to get a few more."

  "Haha!" Zhang Hao burst out laughing: "You're right, I was too greedy!"

  He was extremely pleased in his heart, although the number of Wufeng bandits was not large, but there were many extraordinary people with exceptional abilities, and their strength among their peers in the Tianyue realm was also unparalleled.

  Just as Zuo Mo was at a loss, he suddenly heard Pu Yao sneer coldly: "Even something like this is brought out to humiliate me!" Then, full of disdain, he said to Zuo Mo: "You can't even beat something like this, it's really too humiliating for me!"

  Zuo Mo suddenly felt annoyed and couldn't help but curse loudly: "What's the point of so much nonsense, just say how to do it!"

  "The means of Zen meditation are all effective."

  "Zen meditation?" Looking at the black clouds flying closer and closer, Zuo Mo was speechless. What kind of timing is this...

  "Oh, I forgot you don't understand. You only have half-baked 'Diamond Sutra', useless." said Pu Yao slowly.

  This guy is absolutely doing it on purpose! Left Mou's teeth are itching with hatred.

  "Oh, I remember now, this thing is afraid of fire."

  Zuo Mo's spirit lifted, afraid of fire? That's easy to handle!

  What he lacks least in his hand is fire!

  With a flip of his palm, a delicate box appeared in his hand.

  Zuo Mo's actions drew everyone's attention.

  What is it?

  Just as everyone was curious, Zuo Moyang threw the jade box towards the dark cloud.

  The cultivator holding the black flag let out a cold snort, and his spiritual energy immediately surged towards the black flag. The dark cloud grew even denser and darker, like thick ink, and a nauseating odor suddenly spread out in all directions.

  He made this dark yin flag based on a fragment of an ancient scripture using secret methods, and it has proven to be a reliable treasure for harming people.

  As he watched his opponent throw out a jade box, he sneered inwardly. The Empty Flag released only sword edges, not physical objects, so it was unaffected.

  I'm not afraid of you using the law, I'm just afraid you won't use it!

  A sly glint of triumph flashed in his eyes.

  A small jade box was rolling in mid-air, attracting everyone's attention.

  Zuo Mo's power was immense, and in the blink of an eye, the jade box flew into the black clouds.

  The cultivator holding the chain hook shook his head, somewhat regretful that he hadn't been able to seize the opportunity. He was very familiar with this black flag of his companion's - no matter what treasure it was, as long as it had even a hint of this black cloud on it, it would be rendered useless. Who knew how many cultivators who had condensed their vital energy had fallen because of this unremarkable black cloud?

  The jade box flew into the dark cloud and was quickly eroded. The surface of the jade box turned black, with patches of white rot appearing.

  The person holding the banner had a triumphant smile on his face.

  Suddenly, a sword gleam pierced into the dark cloud, striking the jade box with unerring accuracy!

  This is...

  The smile on the face of the person holding the banner suddenly froze.

  Bang!

  The jade box, which had been eroded, was extremely fragile and was instantly shattered by the sword's blade.

  A strand of golden pure flame broke out from the box.

  Golden Crow Fire!

  Hehe!

  A thick, ink-like black cloud was like a ball of black oil, suddenly ignited, and that weak golden flame burst into a raging fire. The flames spread at an astonishing speed from the center of the black cloud to the outer layer.

  The person holding the banner revealed a look of extreme terror in his eyes.

  Feng Feng's eyes widened in shock as he watched from afar, unable to help but exclaim: "Golden Crow Fire! It's actually Golden Crow Fire!"

  Golden Crow Fire!

  Chang Heng and Gui Feng's hearts were synchronized, their eyes fixed intently on the black cloud, not daring to move an inch. The workers below who were building the foundation looked at each other in dismay.

  "What's going on?" Zhang Hao was stunned, and amidst the dense black clouds, a faint golden light was visible.

  Wasn't that little brat's treasure just thrown out unaffected?

  Zou Han couldn't help but stare at the dark clouds.

  The two of them exchanged a glance and found that each other's eyes were extremely hot. A treasure that can be unaffected by the dark clouds is very rare, it must be a good treasure!

  The golden light in the black cloud grew more and more prosperous, and all the cultivators noticed the abnormality of the black cloud. However, their thoughts were exactly the same as Zhang Hao and Zou Han, and no one noticed the deep despair on the face of the holder of the banner.

  A wisp of golden flame finally burned through the dark clouds and emerged.

  In the blink of an eye, a thick layer of black clouds with a substantial texture was shrouded in raging flames.

  In the sky, a huge golden fireball hung suspended, as if it were the fierce sun.

  The golden flames are pure and unmatched, the overbearing momentum is overwhelming, like a hurricane sweeping across!

  "Ah!" The heart-wrenching scream made everyone's heart skip a beat.

  The holder of the banner has become a golden yellow fire man.

  Just in time to let out a mournful cry, the flag holder and the black flag turned into a pile of ashes.

  Everyone was shocked!