Zhao Min, dressed in snow-white robes, shifted her gaze from Wei Zhongran and let it fall upon Li Yan's back.
'Pseudo-Core. That's really fast. The same realm as me. What have you been through these past two years? Or is it because of the Fragmented Poison Body?'
Zhao Min's own cultivation talent was extremely high. Ever since her heart's knot had been untied, her cultivation realm, which had been stagnant for many years, began to advance by leaps and bounds.
Her cultivation soared from Late-stage Foundation Establishment to the Pseudo-Core realm, and her "Qiongqi Purgatory Art" had progressed from the late second layer to the third layer.
She had thought that when she saw Li Yan again, he would at most be at the peak of the Initial-stage Foundation Establishment, which would have been considered fast. The result was a great surprise to her.
But with her cold and aloof personality, no fluctuation could be seen on her face.
Gong Chenying's figure was as stunning as ever, with long, slender legs and prominent peaks on her chest. She was still in the Pseudo-Core realm, but her aura was much longer and deeper than that of Zhao Min, Wang Tian, and the others.
She had already reached the pinnacle of the Foundation Establishment stage, and Core Formation was just a matter of choosing the time. Her "Qiongqi Purgatory Art" had impressively reached the peak of the third layer, and a shimmering light flowed over her bronze skin.
"He really came back!" Gong Chenying murmured, her chest heaving violently for a few moments before she suppressed it.
Because at this moment, their troops also began to charge forward.
...
Just as the battle began below, the Spirit Transformation cultivators ten thousand zhang up in the sky had already engaged. However, they were all deliberately suppressing their own cultivation.
This was to avoid being rejected by the laws of heaven and earth of the Desolate Moon Continent. The outcome of that would be unpredictable. Even so, the clash between them was terrifying.
None of them used any magical treasures. With just a casual strike, a spatial fissure visible to the naked eye would appear in that patch of space.
Within these spatial fissures, the pitch-blackness of the chaotic flow space could be faintly seen, and the Astral Wind blowing out from it would vanish in a flash.
Even the Nascent Soul cultivators below, if struck by this Astral Wind without the protection of a magical treasure, would have their flesh and bones separated and their divine souls dissipated.
But the several Spirit Transformation cultivators turned a blind eye to this, letting the Astral Wind blow upon their bodies.
These spatial fissures often disappeared quickly after a single strike. This was not because they were deliberately controlling it, but because the cultivation of a Spirit Transformation cultivator had only just touched a trace of the laws of heaven and earth.
When they cast a spell that contained the laws of heaven and earth, they were unable to control the force, which resulted in the phenomenon of tearing a small bit of space. Under the laws of heaven and earth, these spatial fissures would be repaired and disappear in an instant.
The First Sir fought alone against the divine monk Daling and Yuandu's Nascent Soul. Tu Tai fought with Zhantian. Su Changyang took on two black-robed figures, who were the foreign cultivators Sixth Sir and Eleventh Sir.
Among the three battle groups, Su Changyang's side was ironically the most relaxed. He was at the Mid-stage Spirit Transformation, while the other two were at the Initial-stage Spirit Transformation. Under the suppression of his realm, although he could not win immediately, it was difficult for a stalemate to occur.
Tu Tai and Zhantian were evenly matched, with demonic Qi raging and sword Qi crisscrossing.
On the other side, Daling and Yuandu were having an extremely hard fight. Although Daling was infinitely close to the Late-stage Spirit Transformation, that was just close. There was a fundamental difference in the comprehension of the laws of heaven and earth compared to a true Late-stage Spirit Transformation.
Often, a seemingly casual wave of the First Sir's hand would force Daling and Yuandu to dodge everywhere, leaving the two of them in a rather sorry state for a time.
...
Below, with the addition of Mo Qing and the other cultivators, the cultivators of the Desolate Moon Continent finally gained the upper hand in numbers. This was also the result of the Desolate Moon Continent's early-stage plans finally taking effect.
No matter how fierce the Demon Clan and the foreign cultivators were, after continuous attrition in the early stages, their numbers had been reduced by more than half.
Now, many sects in the South Sea, due to the secret manipulation of the four South Sea Nascent Soul cultivators including the one from Luoshu Lake, had already secretly lifted their restrictions.
In the great battle a few days ago, the Demon Clan had discovered to their dismay that the restrictions they had once planted could no longer affect some sects. Instead, they were attacked by some sects, and for a time, many demonic cultivators and foreign cultivators were ambushed.
All this infuriated the Demon Clan and the foreign cultivators, but at that time, Windy Cool Mountain was beginning its pincer attack, so they had no time to spare. They could only bury this hatred in their hearts and settle the score later.
Today, the decisive battle began again. Even with the presence of some South Sea cultivators, the Demon Clan's side was surrounded by the cultivators of the Desolate Moon Continent shortly after the battle began.
This was especially true for the low-level cultivators, where it was often three or four people surrounding one demonic cultivator in a fierce attack.
Among these cultivators, a fat young man with dual hammers and a scholar in a green robe were extremely eye-catching. Both were at the Golden Core realm and seemed to often fight together, their coordination extremely skilled.
Both of them had very gentle and harmless appearances, but any cultivator who encountered them would be in for a world of misfortune. Not only were their attacks ruthless, but they were also extremely sinister.
The fat young man with the dual hammers fought with grand, sweeping movements, moving back and forth as if looking down on the world. Wherever his dual hammers passed, blood flew, yet his face was always smiling.
In just a dozen or so breaths, he had slain two demon lords and two South Sea Golden Core cultivators.
The scholar in the green robe, on the other hand, followed closely by the fat young man's side. Often, amidst the fat young man's full-power attacks, a casual wave of his hand would produce a cloud of mist or a gust of wind.
Anyone caught in it would fall to the earth with a mournful cry. The green-robed scholar made no distinction between low-level and mid-level cultivators; his range of attack was even wider. He would attack anyone who entered the area.
He would even look for opportunities to attack Nascent Soul cultivators, cooperating with the Windy Cool Mountain Nascent Soul cultivators in a hit-and-run fashion.
Even Nascent Soul cultivators did not dare to take the mist or wind he unleashed head-on. They could only curse in anger, and it was very likely they would be severely injured by a Windy Cool Mountain Nascent Soul who seized the opportunity.
Besides his grand, sweeping attacks with the dual hammers, the fat young man would also often have the hammers transform into flood dragons and fly out, while he himself would quickly weave through the crowd with just his physical body.
Anyone who fought him at close range would either have their skin fester or inexplicably fall from the clouds, without anyone being able to see what method he used.
These two were none other than Wei Zhongran and Zuo Qiudan. With their high cultivation and their joint efforts, they were not even afraid of facing a Nascent Soul cultivator. With a knowing smile at each other, they would coordinate their attacks. An ordinary Nascent Soul was actually no match for the two of them combined. For a time, the two of them caught the Demon Clan's side off guard.
Of course, if the opponent was a Mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator or higher, the two of them would stay far away. As long as they did not actively engage those Nascent Soul cultivators, someone from the Windy Cool Mountain side would intercept them.
For a time, the two of them moved back and forth, stirring up the winds and clouds. No cultivator below the Nascent Soul stage was their match.
However, under these circumstances, the Demon Clan did not retreat. Instead, it aroused more of their ferocity. Relying on their powerful bodies, they fought desperately, clashing head-on with their opponents.
Cultivators from the Windy Cool Mountain side also fell one after another, among them many Golden Core cultivators.
As for Li Yan, he did not go to join Gong Chenying and the others. He also left the Green Sixteen Squad, handing over the command to Gong Yuantai.
Li Yan was never good at commanding; his strength was in acting alone. Under his "Phoenix Soars to the Heavens" movement skill, Li Yan was like a phantom, quickly shuttling among the low-level demonic cultivators.
Often, in the eyes of others, it was just a blur, and the person would be gone. Li Yan did not attack frequently, but would strike immediately when the opportunity was right.
Once he struck, someone would inevitably fall from the sky. But by the time the people around reacted, Li Yan would have long since disappeared.
Li Yan was more concerned with not being targeted by mid-to-high-level cultivators, so he did not dare to go all out with his magic power like his master.
He liked to wander around like a ghost in the dark night.
Now that both sides were in a major chaotic battle, cultivators were dying every moment, so Li Yan's actions did not attract much attention for a time.
But if this continued, Li Yan knew that sooner or later, he would attract the attention of the Demon Clan's side.
...
Ten thousand zhang up in the sky, eight Spirit Transformation cultivators were entangled in a fight. A battle of their cultivation level should, by rights, require a space of at least ten thousand zhang for each battle group.
But the Demon Clan's goal today seemed to be the Devil's Cliff Crevice. The range had been controlled to the high sky above the back mountain of Windy Cool Mountain, not far away. Thus, Daling and the other three did not dare to leave the Devil's Cliff Crevice too far either.
So, the battle between the eight of them was mainly close-quarters and rapid. The exchanges between the two sides were extremely short and fierce, with "bang-bang-bang" sounds ringing out like a violent storm.
And in this close-quarters, rapid exchange, Tu Tai saw that at a certain moment, their three battle groups were actually within three hundred zhang of each other. A glint flashed in his eyes, and he shouted loudly.
"First Sir!"
His shout made Zhantian, who was opposite him, frown slightly. He was evenly matched with his opponent.
'Is he telling the First Sir to quickly take down Daling and the others?'
At this moment, Daling's monastic robe on the other side was already stained with patches of blood, and Yuandu's aura was also continuously declining.
Daling and Yuandu were extremely anxious. The two of them couldn't hold on for much longer.
Now they were all watching to see if Su Changyang could quickly deal with the two Initial-stage Spirit Transformation cultivators. Otherwise, they could only disregard everything and unleash their Spirit Transformation cultivation, and drag the opponent into the chaotic flow space even if it meant death.
On the other side, Su Changyang already had the upper hand. Although he was anxious, there was nothing he could do for the time being. His opponents were both Spirit Transformation cultivators.
Although he had the advantage of a higher realm and could defeat the two, it was almost impossible to kill them.
The two on the other side also knew this truth, just like Daling and Yuandu. So, even knowing they would be injured, they still desperately entangled their opponent.
However, at this time, the Eleventh Sir, who had the lowest cultivation, was already swaying like a drunkard. His black robe was tattered in many places, with spots of blood on it.
He was now swaying, not even knowing when he had been ambushed by the brocade-robed old man opposite him.
The Eleventh Sir only felt dizzy and his footing a little unsteady, but his profound cultivation kept him from falling. Instead, he seemed to be gradually waking up.
Su Changyang also felt a headache when facing these two Initial-stage Spirit Transformation cultivators. These two cultivated Ancient Immortal Arts. Not only was their magic power exceptionally vigorous, but the power of each of their attacks was two to three times that of an ordinary Initial-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator, forcing him to deal with them with his full strength.
Especially when he had secretly poisoned them, he had only managed to injure them. The constitution of the two opposite him seemed not to be human at all. They had actually endured it and were showing signs of recovering.
Just as Tu Tai shouted "First Sir," a strange smile suddenly appeared on the wrinkled face of the distant First Sir.
When this smile fell on the eyes of Daling and Yuandu opposite him, both of them felt a chill in their hearts, feeling that something bad was about to happen.
Immediately, the First Sir's body retreated, temporarily disengaging from Daling and Yuandu. The two of them felt the pressure on them decrease.
But before they could catch their breath, the First Sir, having just stood firm, stretched out his hands flat. In an instant, a heart-pounding fluctuation emanated from his withered hands.
All eight people present were very familiar with this fluctuation. Even the distant Zhantian and Su Changyang looked over here.
And the next moment, all of their faces changed drastically. Daling's face had already changed drastically as he cried out in a choked voice, "Releasing your Spirit Transformation stage cultivation! Y-you don't want to live? All of us will be squeezed out of the Desolate Moon Continent..."