At the same time, next to Zhao Min, Li Changting's face was flushed crimson. Every time she swung her jade-like arm, a great, dark swarm of Gu-insects would dance through the air.
She was doing her utmost to protect Zhao Min; otherwise, Zhao Min would have lost her life several times over by now.
Zhao Min's actions had attracted not only a swarm of Demonic Soldiers, but also several Demon Lords who had descended upon them.
Facing the other Never-Parting Peak disciples who were desperately protecting them and struggling just as much, Li Changting shouted anxiously.
"Min'er, retreat quickly! We can't hold them off for long!"
Their frenzied charge had clearly made them a primary target for the enemy's siege. To relieve the pressure on them, even the other disciples of Never-Parting Peak had been drawn into a heavy encirclement.
"Don't let her lose her mind! Get her out of here, quickly!"
A voice that could charm all living things entered Li Changting's mind. It was a voice transmission from Li Yuyin, who was not far away, locked in a fierce battle with a Demonic General.
She was much closer to the Devil's Cliff Crevice than Zhao Zhi in the distance, but not as close to the cliff as Li Changting and Zhao Min.
Previously, due to the large number of enemy Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators above, most of the invaders who could cross the boundary below the cliff were only Demonic Soldiers. Thus, Mo Qing and the others had only sent a small portion of their Golden Core cultivators into the abyss.
They had left the majority of their Golden Core forces at the front to fight the enemy. Veteran Golden Core cultivators like Zhao Zhi and Li Yuyin were naturally ordered to block the enemy at the forefront.
Now, seeing that Wei Zhongran was in trouble, a mere eight breaths had passed, and trying to rush over now was extremely difficult.
Li Yuyin was also being desperately blocked by her opponent, and her attempts to break through were thwarted several times.
She stood atop a golden Gu-insect the size of an ox. The demon across from her already had half its body bitten to a bloody pulp, but it still roared furiously, refusing to retreat a single step.
Li Yuyin's beautiful brows shot up. She tapped her foot on the golden Gu-insect's head. The Gu-insect's abdomen churned, and it opened its mouth to spray out a cloud of golden-yellow mist. The creature's aura immediately weakened rapidly.
It had used the most refined Demonic Essence from its Demonic Core. This was its ultimate killing move. It could use it at most twice in a battle before falling into a coma, requiring at least a year of rest to recover.
Li Yuyin had never ordered it to use this move before, but now, she couldn't afford to care about such things.
At the same time, Li Yuyin stretched out her fair, lotus-root-like arm. As she reached forward, a pristine white jade palm appeared behind the Demonic General, striking toward his heart.
The Demonic General was already a spent force, relying solely on the toughness of his physical body to fight to the death. He had no time to dodge the golden-yellow mist.
The moment the yellow mist touched him, his entire body, starting from the top of his head, instantly melted into a puddle of yellow fluid. Seeing the dire situation, the Demonic General's choice was decisive.
He immediately abandoned his physical body, and his Demonic Core, wrapped around his soul, flew out. The Demonic Core flashed in the air, attempting to escape, but a pristine white jade palm arrived in an instant.
With a "crack," a tragic scream echoed as it shattered into pieces...
On the other side, seeing Zhao Min still pushing forward heedlessly, Li Changting's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she prepared to strike, intending to knock her unconscious and carry her away.
She, a cultivator who had just entered the Golden Core realm, felt a sense of powerlessness upon feeling the suction from the abyss. What more for Zhao Min? Rushing over like this was just suicide. It was better to stay here and provide support.
Their aggressive fighting style had already made them the public enemy of the nearby demonic cultivators. More and more of them were abandoning their own opponents and swarming toward the two women.
Although cultivators from their own side were in pursuit of these demonic cultivators, the two women were in a perilous situation for the time being.
Just as Li Changting was about to strike, the cultivation manual in Zhao Min's hands changed. A streak of white silk flew out from her sleeve, just as Wei Zhongran's body began to fall again.
The white silk that flew from Zhao Min's sleeve was like an incredibly agile white snake. With a flicker, it passed through the gaps between several demonic cultivators and coiled straight toward the falling Wei Zhongran.
Seeing this, two demonic cultivators, ignoring the Gu-insects covering their faces, let out miserable shrieks and, not hesitating to risk their lives, one swung his rod at the white silk beside him.
The other freed a hand, no longer pulling at the Gu-insects on his face, and chopped down at the white silk with his palm.
At this moment, they wanted to prevent anyone from rescuing Wei Zhongran. This same scene was playing out in front of other cultivators who were trying to break through.
A "clang" of metal on metal rang out. As the demonic cultivator's heavy rod struck the white silk, a pained yet triumphant laugh erupted from his Gu-insect-covered face.
But in the next moment, the laughter abruptly stopped. The rod, as thick as a pillar, was sent flying high into the air.
At the same time, the other demonic cultivator who had chopped down with his palm felt as if he had struck something both soft and unyielding. His hand was also thrown back by the rebound force.
Only then did they notice that the seemingly flexible and soft white silk was actually composed of countless tiny Gu-insects.
These Gu-insects had hard, white carapaces. As they emitted a barely audible "buzzing" sound, they rapidly vibrated their wings.
When an external object struck them, their white carapaces lit up with streaks of white light, and their bodies writhed. It was like a piece of silk being bent sharply downwards and then snapping taut again.
The force of the blow was absorbed and distributed among the countless Gu-insects. The instant they snapped taut, they sent the rod and hand that had struck them flying high into the air.
In just that momentary pause, the white silk had already shot swiftly into the abyss below.
Several voices rang out from different distances at that moment.
"Min'er, don't!"
"Min'er, let go!"
"Zhao Min, sever the cultivation manual quickly..."
The voices of Li Changting, Li Wuyi, and Li Yan were the first to be heard. The three of them had the strongest Divine Senses focused on Zhao Min.
Then, Gong Chenying and Wei Chituo's expressions also changed drastically, and they too shouted to stop her.
If Li Wuyi were to rush into the Devil's Cliff Crevice now, he might not have the confidence to bring Wei Zhongran out. The suction force from the abyss was like an endless, devouring maw.
One only had to look at how Wei Zhongran's Spirit Power was almost completely depleted in just a few short breaths to understand.
This was also why Li Yan and Gong Chenying's group hadn't dared to go down. Wei Chituo had wanted to risk it just now, but Gong Chenying had stopped him.
The reason Gong Chenying and the others had charged over was to do their best to clear a safe path for their master, and then wait for an opportunity to rescue him.
Although Wei Zhongran's cultivation was high, even the strongest have their limits. Perhaps even a small demonic cultivator could cause his downfall at a critical moment. If they could hold a small section of the cliff's edge, it would be an escape route.
Now, Zhao Min's sudden move had given Li Yan and the others a terrible fright.
Zhao Min was not a Golden Core cultivator. Although she was at the Pseudo-Core Realm, regardless of what the white silk was made of, if she didn't let go, the pulling force from the abyss would become a bond of death.
But everyone's reaction was a fraction of a second too slow. The moment the white silk entered the abyss, Zhao Min's lips, which had been tightly shut, instantly released her Divine Sense's control over the other Gu-insects around her.
She had to focus all her efforts on saving Wei Zhongran; she could not be distracted. By doing this, she was entrusting her safety entirely to Li Changting.
Just as Zhao Min's Divine Sense followed the white Gu-insects into the abyss and she was about to control the white silk to wrap around the rapidly falling Wei Zhongran, her figure, still standing in its original spot, along with the Gu-insects surrounding her, vanished into thin air.
All that was left was the afterimage of Li Changting's arm chopping through the air, her jade palm grabbing at nothing.
"Min'er..."
A mournful cry came from the distance. It was Zhao Zhi. Her personality was originally very resilient. Even when Wei Zhongran was trapped and besieged, she had only fought her way over fiercely, without any of the delicate demeanor of a lesser woman.
But at this moment, her beautiful face had lost all color.
"Bang!"
Taking a blow from a copper-gong-like magical treasure unleashed by a foreign cultivator squarely on her back, Zhao Zhi spat out a large mouthful of blood. She used the momentum to fly closer to the cliff's edge...
At that moment, several phantom figures appeared above the Devil's Cliff Crevice in a flash. It was Mo Qing and the other Nascent Soul cultivators, who had used Instantaneous Movement.
But those Demonic Generals and foreign Nascent Soul cultivators, how could they give them any time? They followed as closely as shadows.
Mo Qing and the others were anxious, but they were also secretly relieved that Wei Zhongran and the nearby mid- and low-level cultivators had not died yet.
The disaster brought about by the collapse of the two-realm barrier should not have been this limited.
There had always been a Protective Formation laid down by the powerhouses of the Desolate Moon Continent over countless millennia within the Devil's Cliff Crevice. Although the epicenter of this collapse was not there, that grand formation covered the entire area beneath the crevice.
This grand formation had been continuously reinforced over thousands of years. Despite being constantly battered by the Demon Clan, it still possessed absolute protective power.
This was why the Demon Clan had sent army after army to attack, continuously wearing down the grand formation. Only when the formation was depleted to a certain extent and problems arose with the restrictions could they hope to cross the boundary.
On the Desolate Moon Continent's side, cultivators at the Nascent Soul level and above would often go to repair any problems that arose. Each repair of the grand formation cost the continent a huge price.
Countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures were thrown into it, only to disappear like a drop of water, creating not even a ripple.
This time, when Wei Zhongran detonated the "Realm-Breaking Pearl," Gu Jiuqi had also used this grand formation as the final barrier to protect the Desolate Moon Continent.
Otherwise, the entire area of several hundred thousand li around Windy Cool Mountain would have instantly vanished into nothingness, let alone the cultivators still standing there. This showed just how formidable this ancient grand formation was.
But even so, for Wei Zhongran, who was trapped within it, the suction he endured was far from as simple as it appeared on the surface.
Mo Qing and the others knew that for an ordinary Golden Core cultivator to go down to the rescue was basically courting death.
Looking at the grim faces of Mo Qing and the other Nascent Soul cultivators, a foreign Nascent Soul cultivator shouted sternly.
"We can't stop your Instantaneous Movement, but the moment you disappear, we will immediately attack that Wei Zhongran. Let's see who is faster, you or us!"
...
Zhao Zhi's sorrowful cry could not stop what was happening. In the next instant, Zhao Min's figure appeared inside the Devil's Cliff Crevice.
The look of alarm on her face vanished as quickly as it appeared. Looking at Wei Zhongran not far away, she gave a sharp tug on the silk in her hand.
Only then did she realize that she was only holding a dozen or so white Gu-insects. The white silk had vanished, and the other Gu-insects were nowhere to be found.
Above, Li Wuyi's eyes were practically splitting with rage.
"Get out of my way!"
His cultivation suddenly surged, and in an instant, his aura reached that of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator. The two demonic cultivators opposite him also revealed ferocious expressions.
"He's using a secret art! He can't last long!"
"Hold him back!"
On the other side, seeing Zhao Min suddenly appear below, Wei Chituo no longer cared about anything else and plunged downwards. Gong Chenying, without a word, overtook him in a single step.
The demonic cultivators on their side had been caught in the four's full-blown assault just now. Especially with Li Yan's several bizarre attacks, one Demonic Soldier after another either dissolved into a puddle of blood or fell, clutching their throats and screaming.
Gong Chenying and the other two were shaken by Li Yan's methods, but they didn't find it too outrageous. What kind of constitution Li Yan possessed was no secret to the disciples of Little Bamboo Peak.
'The Three Great Poison Bodies... so terrifying once they mature!'
This thought had crossed all three of their minds earlier.
A clear space had momentarily opened up before the four of them. They had been waiting for an opportunity to support their master, holding their defensive positions here.
But now, the situation had taken a sudden turn!