Just as Wang Lang was unsure whether to follow the order and first go to slay the enemy, or to use his own meager strength to treat the seriously injured and dying Martial Aunt Yuyuan, a red light shot straight towards his face. At the same time, Li Yuyin's voice rang out in the air.
"Use this pill and give it to Fellow Daoist Yuyuan first!"
Wang Lang was first startled, but then overjoyed.
Although Li Yuyin was a newly advanced Nascent Soul, she was skilled in refining pills and medicines with Gu. This unconventional method of pill-making often had unexpected effects, and her tone sounded quite certain.
At this point, Wang Lang naturally knew who the enemies were, so he had no reason to distrust Li Yuyin.
Wang Lang immediately ordered the other few to go and slay the enemy, while he himself flew towards Martial Aunt Yuyuan with the pill!
Just as Mo Qing and the others acted, a cold shout came from the side.
"Hmph, do you think we don't exist?"
Qi Jinghong, Chan Master Dajing, and the Ye-surnamed cultivator from the Twelve Dens also acted one after another, instantly intercepting the attacks of Arhat Yiye and his group, protecting Hang Lin behind them.
"Boom boom boom..."
The various arts cast by both sides clashed in an instant, and balls of dazzling light filled a part of the sky in a moment.
Fortunately, the Golden Core cultivators had long since distanced themselves from them. Otherwise, the shockwaves alone would have been unbearable for many.
Once a Nascent Soul cultivator attacked, the power was heaven-shaking and earth-shattering.
Comparing the Nascent Soul strength of the two sides in the air, even after being ambushed, Mo Qing's side still had five Nascent Soul cultivators.
On the other side, apart from Hang Lin who was casting a spell, there were only three people jointly resisting the attack.
But that Ye-surnamed cultivator from the Twelve Dens was a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, the one with the highest cultivation realm here.
Even if he were to fight one against two, he wouldn't be too concerned. What's more, the three of them were working together just to block one blow from the other side, to buy a little more time for Hang Lin.
So in their view, even without Hang Lin, their overall strength was basically on par with Mo Qing's side.
But when the arts of the two sides clashed, the faces of the three from the Twelve Dens, the Ye-surnamed cultivator, changed. Their combined effort to block the enemy's attack, unexpectedly, their defense collapsed in an instant.
"Not good, they hid their strength!" Chan Master Dajing shouted sharply.
They had just communicated via voice transmission, with the Ye-surnamed cultivator mainly dealing with Arhat Yiye.
Chan Master Dajing and Arhat Yiye both cultivated Buddhist techniques. Chan Master Dajing naturally knew that Buddhist techniques were best known for their long-lasting and powerful magical power.
Therefore, he felt that if Arhat Yiye unleashed his full power, he might be able to display strength not inferior to a mid-stage Nascent Soul.
Chan Master Dajing focused his energy on Mo Qing, while the remaining Li Yan and Li Yuyin were to be watched by Qi Jinghong.
But when their magical powers clashed, what greatly surprised them was that among these attacks, a powerful and tyrannical magical power suddenly charged in.
This magical power was so strong that it faintly tended to surpass Arhat Yiye's power, and it swept over them abruptly.
This caught the three of them by great surprise. By the time they tried to block it again, it was too late!
The defensive light screen was instantly broken, and a streak of black light shot directly towards Hang Lin.
A sharp glint flashed in Li Yan's eyes as he attacked.
'Master is indeed no ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator. This level of profound magical power can be compared to those old monsters who have entered the mid-stage Nascent Soul.'
Although Wei Zhongran's attack was not particularly sharp, his magical power contained a sense of weightiness that even Arhat Yiye's Buddhist technique could not compare to in this one blow.
With the sect in danger, Wei Zhongran, once he acted, no longer held anything back.
Unlike Li Yan, who still did not use his full strength. This was his nature, and it was difficult to eradicate.
The moment the black hole appeared, Li Yan felt an incomparably strong sense of palpitation. This made him immediately choose to keep something in reserve in case of the unexpected.
Li Yan had not expected his master's magical power to be so profound. Just as the defensive light screen they formed blocked Arhat Yiye's first-arriving golden palm print, the black light followed like a shadow, like a heavy axe chiseling heavily on the light screen. Then, the attacks of Mo Qing's group of three followed in quick succession.
A series of loud bangs erupted, and a streak of black light broke through and continued to shoot backward!
Li Yan's previous cultivation was not on the same level as Wei Zhongran's, so even though he knew Wei Zhongran was formidable among his peers, he didn't know exactly how formidable.
The True Scripture of Gui Water was powerful, but after all, Li Yan had only formed his Nascent Soul a short time ago. What's more, he had encountered Wei Zhongran, who also had his own secrets.
'Heroes emerge from all over the world. I am not the only one with the combat power to easily fight above my rank.'
Easily fighting above one's rank and easily slaying those of the same rank were two different concepts. The former only meant you had reached a height that most people couldn't, but there were still a few such people.
The latter was a true, absolute suppression of strength.
This thought flashed through Li Yan's mind, but only for an instant.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Wei Zhongran's attack broke through first. The black light instantly reached Hang Lin, closely followed by the attacks of Mo Qing's group of four.
Just as Hang Lin's eyes filled with horror, just as he was about to give up casting and dodge.
A faint shadow of a hand suddenly appeared from the black hole above his head. The moment the shadow hand emerged from the black hole, it extended a finger, and then pointed out, seemingly slow yet fast.
And so, under the astonished gazes of everyone, a ball of light as tall as a person descended from the sky and blocked Hang Lin's path with an indescribable speed.
With a "bang!"
Li Yan only felt a powerful force transmitted to him, making his chest feel stuffy and his breath tighten. He was sent flying backward like an arrow released from a bowstring.
Arhat Yiye, Wei Zhongran, Mo Qing, and Li Yuyin, almost at the same time, were also sent flying back by the huge repulsive force.
Especially Li Yuyin. Her main focus was on Gu arts, and she often won through cleverness. In this head-on clash, as she retreated, blood had already trickled from her lips.
And Wei Zhongran, who was closest to her, while retreating, actually managed to slap her jade-like back three times in a row.
Each blow would dissipate some of the huge force attacking from the front, and at the same time, one after another, gentle forces entered Li Yuyin's body. This allowed Li Yuyin's shaken internal organs to recover a lot in an instant.
On the other side of the sky, while the Nascent Soul cultivators were talking before, they had not stopped fighting.
Although only a dozen or so breaths had passed, casualties had already appeared on both sides. In cultivator battles, it was rare for a fight to last hundreds of rounds.
Unless the strength of both sides was infinitely close, the outcome, and even life and death, would be decided in a very short time.
In a group battle, the situation would be several times worse.
There were people everywhere, and everyone would face the siege of several enemies at any time. Basically, casualties would appear in an instant.
At this time, Malevolent Spirit Sect cultivators flew in from all directions like a swarm of insects. The cultivators of the other sects, either voluntarily or under Wei Zhongran's command, had no choice but to also ascend into the sky to surround the enemy.
In the fierce battle in the sky, the two sides were entangled in one group after another. I am in you, and you are in me.
In just this short period of time, the Malevolent Spirit Sect's side had already suffered seven or eight deaths. And the hundred-plus ambushing cultivators, because their overall numbers were far fewer than this side, had nearly thirty deaths in a few breaths.
At this time, the sound of exploding arts in the sky was incessant. The white clouds in the sky had long been shaken away. The dazzling lights of various arts flying back and forth were even more dazzling.
For a moment, the sky above the Malelevent Spirit Sect was like a continuous bloom of gorgeous fireworks. Amidst the flying flesh and blood, roars were constant, deafening, and accompanied by one after another, extremely shrill screams that shot up into the sky.
It actually felt several times more explosive than the fight on the Nascent Soul side.
However, the attention of the Golden Core cultivators on both sides was still on the movements of the Nascent Soul cultivators, especially those traitorous cultivators.
They knew that reinforcements would come, otherwise, they wouldn't have dared to fight with fewer numbers.
If they hadn't gathered together in advance, each person might be facing the attack of five or six or more cultivators at this moment.
But before the reinforcements appeared, these traitorous cultivators were still extremely anxious.
When the finger from the black hole sent Wei Zhongran and the others flying with a single blow, the battle between the two sides instantly quieted down a lot. High-end combat power was the most crucial factor in determining the outcome of a battle.
And the people on Hang Lin's side all had faces of joyful surprise.
After sending the four flying with a single finger, the finger did not continue to attack them. Instead, the hand fiercely propped up the edge of the black hole, causing the black hole to instantly grow several times larger.
Then, one after another, figures flickered out of the black hole.
In just a few breaths, a hundred or so figures appeared at the edge of the black hole, but figures were still continuously flashing out of the black hole.
As Li Yan retreated, he only stabilized himself after flying a thousand zhang. When he looked closely, he couldn't help but gasp.
Beside the black hole, one figure after another had a sky-high killing intent. Some had surging demonic qi, while others had rolling magical power, completely undisguised. There were humans and demons!
Standing at the very front were three figures, two demons and one "human."
One of the two demon cultivators was burly, his mid-stage Demonic General strength fully revealed, giving a strong and fierce feeling.
The other Demonic General's figure was similar to a human's. In Li Yan's opinion, this person's figure was of the short and small type among the demons. His cultivation was at the initial-stage Nascent Soul.
Beside the two Demonic Generals was a person completely covered in a black robe. The aura he revealed was also at the mid-stage Nascent Soul, making it impossible to see his face.
But judging from the fact that there was no surging demonic qi from his body, he should be a human cultivator.
"Demon Clan... Foreign cultivators!"
Li Yan's pupils shrank fiercely.
"Those are cultivators from the 'Treasure Vase Sect'!"
"Those are cultivators from the 'Twelve Dens Sky Island'!"
"..."
The moment they saw these people clearly, before Mo Qing's side could speak, many of the Golden Core cultivators in the distance, while stopping their attacks, had already shouted out.
But their tones were different. Some were surprised, some were angry, and some were hateful!
More than eighty percent of the cultivators here had personally participated in the great war of the demon invasion, so they were naturally very familiar with the Demon Clan and those mysterious foreign cultivators.
When these people in the sky appeared, many people, after recognizing their identities, were already filled with a sky-high killing intent.
Among the cultivators who had come today, many of their fellow sect members or relatives had died in that great war. Upon seeing them, they could no longer suppress the thick killing intent in their chests.
'There are still many Demon Clan and foreign cultivators on the Desolate Moon Continent, and at the same time, they control cultivators from many sects.'
Li Yan thought to himself. His gaze fell on the black hole again. In just seven or eight breaths, no more figures appeared from within the black hole.
And the black hole was rapidly shrinking, shrinking to the size of a head in the blink of an eye.
'Hmm, where is the person who attacked earlier? With just one finger, he broke the combined attack of the five of us. That person is definitely a Spirit Transformation cultivator.'
'If only these people came over, then even if they have two more Nascent Soul cultivators than us, it's really not enough to be a threat!'
Li Yan's eyes flickered continuously as he looked at the enemy's team of more than three hundred people.
The owner of that finger was definitely a Spirit Transformation cultivator. And that was just a blow delivered through a distant teleportation channel. If his real body were to descend, how terrifying would that be?
The five of them would have been turned into a pile of bloody dust under that one finger.
However, it was precisely because it was through a teleportation channel that the person did not dare to truly exert his full force.
Otherwise, that temporary teleportation channel would not be able to withstand the magnificent power of a Spirit Transformation cultivator and would instantly turn into nothingness, and all the cultivators inside would be drawn into the chaotic flow space.
As Li Yan's eyes flickered, he glanced at Li Yuyin not far away. Coincidentally, Li Yuyin's beautiful eyes also looked over. The two of them immediately understood each other.
Others might not know, but both of them could be sure that "Martial Uncle Gu" was within the sect, so these people in front of them were really no match.