The two Demonic Generals moved rapidly, attacking him from various angles unexpectedly. Wei Zhongran had no choice but to dodge and weave.
In fact, the two Demonic Generals were also extremely shocked in their hearts. In the past seven or eight breaths, this little fatty, under the joint attack of the two of them, had not only withstood all the attacks, but whenever he attacked, it was with the force of a thousand jun.
At first, they thought this was the other party's desperate outburst when being besieged, but then they realized something was wrong. This chubby Malevolent Spirit Sect cultivator's magical power was as wild as a tide.
One wave was higher than the last, as if there was no end to it, pouring out with a violent output. The most crucial thing was that Wei Zhongran himself did not show any signs of strain!
For a moment, the two Demonic Generals felt that their plan might have been flawed.
Wei Zhongran had also seen the scene of Li Yan killing his opponent, but because Li Yan's movements were too fast, he had only seen the general process and guessed that Li Yan had used some kind of magical treasure.
As for the secret matter of Li Yan using Nascent Poison, no one here could have guessed. Otherwise, if they knew there was such a domineering poison in the world, Li Yan's importance would have risen by several levels.
With this result, Wei Zhongran was overjoyed. He had been worried just now that someone on his side would be injured or perish. In that case, he would have had to activate the sect-protecting grand formation.
But now, there were many visiting cultivators here, and not all of them were enemies. With the enemy and their side mixed together, one round of attack from the sect-protecting grand formation, apart from the Malevolent Spirit Sect cultivators, everyone else could possibly be killed.
Someone like Arhat Yiye might be able to withstand it, but those Golden Core cultivators would instantly be turned into nothingness.
And just at this moment, he saw Li Yan's gaze sweep over. He immediately sent a voice transmission.
"Go and help Li Yuyin!"
Wei Zhongran knew that Li Yan was quickly assessing the situation on both sides. He was only one person, so he had to make good use of himself in order to free up another person as soon as possible. Only then would their Nascent Soul combat power be considered even.
Li Yan did not reply upon hearing this. In the next moment, his gaze swept towards Arhat Yiye's side. He still needed to make a slight judgment.
He couldn't lose the watermelon while picking up the sesame seed, and ruin the slight advantage he had just regained. His side absolutely could not lose anyone else.
Arhat Yiye was also fighting one against two, but he was already on the verge of collapse, constantly dodging.
The situation of the fine-featured Arhat Yiye was much worse than Wei Zhongran's. The Sixth Sir was formerly a Spirit Transformation cultivator. Although his realm had fallen, his understanding of arts was completely different.
The same art, when cast by him, had a strange and wonderful attack power. If it weren't for Arhat Yiye's tough "tank" body, he would have been seriously injured, or even killed, in a few breaths.
At this moment, Arhat Yiye's monastic robe was tattered in many places, revealing a body that shone with a golden light.
Arhat Yiye's spirit beast pouch actually contained a third-rank "Raging Flame Cloud Tiger," but he had released it to fight on the Golden Core cultivator's side.
A third-rank demonic beast was basically useless in front of a Nascent Soul cultivator. It was better to go and help the Golden Core cultivators.
In front of Arhat Yiye, a golden flood dragon and a flying sword were entangled in a fierce battle. It was the transformation of his staff, fighting fiercely with the flying sword controlled by Hang Lin.
As for himself, with a shake of his arms, his body had grown to a height of ten zhang. In a patch of golden light, he was like a golden-bodied Arhat.
At this moment, Arhat Yiye was fighting against a giant palm pressing down from the sky. But every time the giant palm pointed, slapped, or grabbed, the seemingly mighty and unparalleled Arhat Yiye would take a big step back.
At the same time, specks of golden dust would fly off his body and dissipate, as if he was running out of strength.
When Li Yan's gaze swept over, Arhat Yiye's voice sounded in Li Yan's mind.
"I can still hold on for about thirty breaths!"
There was neither joy nor sorrow in his words, as if if he couldn't hold on after thirty breaths and perished, it had nothing to do with him. There was not the slightest bit of panic.
Without another word, Li Yan's figure flickered and appeared beside Li Yuyin.
He understood Arhat Yiye's meaning. It was all up to Li Yan to decide. But he also knew that at this time, Li Yan would not, just because Li Yuyin and Mo Qing were his own people, go to help them regardless of everything else.
If he died, Li Yan and the others would definitely not have it easy either. Li Yan should be able to see this point. Especially since he was also shocked by Li Yan's methods. Seven breaths, and he had killed a Nascent Soul cultivator.
He reckoned that although he could also defeat Qi Jinghong, he might not be able to kill him, and it would take at least fifty breaths to decide the winner.
However, with their realm and vision, although they didn't see how Qi Jinghong was hit, the speck of blood-red light that Li Yan had shot out was definitely a high-grade magical treasure.
In this way, whoever Li Yan helped would make the other party extremely wary. They would have to be very careful to defend against Li Yan's strange magical treasure.
How could they have known that the Li Fire Profound Yellow Fan only had one strike against Nascent Soul cultivators, and could not be used again at this time?
Seeing that Li Yan had flown towards Li Yuyin without hesitation after hearing his voice transmission, a golden light flashed in Arhat Yiye's eyes.
'This kid is very confident that he can help Li Yuyin take down Chan Master Dajing within thirty breaths...'
And all of this happened extremely quickly in the eyes of outsiders. The moment Li Yan had slain Qi Jinghong, he had flown towards Li Yuyin in an instant.
Chan Master Dajing had summoned a Vajra Bodhisattva in the air. Li Yuyin at this time no longer had any lightness. Instead, her jade-like face was flushed red, and she looked very strained, her movements becoming more and more sluggish.
She had already been suppressed to a height of no more than thirty zhang from the ground, and could only circle and fight within a radius of a hundred zhang.
The muscles of the Vajra Bodhisattva in the air were bulging, and its face was somewhat blurry, but its hands would either form a fist and strike down heavily, or it would step down with one foot.
Every time this happened, Li Yuyin did not dare to take it head-on.
She could only dodge, and a silver long whip in her hand would occasionally lash out. Every time it lashed out, countless silver nail-like rays would shoot towards the distant Chan Master Dajing.
She was trying to kill or injure Chan Master Dajing's main body so that he could not continue to cast spells.
But Chan Master Dajing's combat experience was also extremely rich. His body would suddenly be far and then near, his hands forming Buddhist mudras, and his mouth constantly chanting.
At this time, Li Yuyin was already showing signs of exhaustion. She was a little frustrated in her heart. How did this Li Yan manage to kill his opponent in a few breaths among so many opponents, when he was a newly advanced Nascent Soul... She had spent most of her time these years nurturing her natal Gu, and her own cultivation had been greatly affected. But the difference between the two shouldn't be so huge, right?
Seeing Li Yan fly towards Li Yuyin's side, a cold light flashed in the Sixth Sir's eyes. Everything had happened too fast, and the plan was instantly thrown into disarray.
"Quick, don't hold anything back. Kill them with all your might!"
In fact, without him shouting, the demonic flames on the two Demonic Generals on the other side suddenly soared, their momentum increasing again.
Wei Zhongran, on the contrary, suddenly withdrew his momentum and no longer fought head-on with the other party. With a flash of his body, he slipped to one side. At this time, he instead wanted to use a stalling tactic.
And Mo Qing and the Ye-surnamed cultivator had already fought a thousand li away. The two figures flickered in and out of sight, unable to care about anyone else...
...
In another part of the sky, Bai Rou was facing two Golden Core cultivators. The two were constantly letting out angry curses.
"Stinky woman, do you dare to show yourself and fight?"
"You thieving hag, what are you doing hiding behind? Get out here for this old man!"
And between Bai Rou and the two men was a dense swarm of puppets, more than a hundred of them, surrounding the two men in a circle.
These puppets were mostly in the form of various demonic beasts, and there were also some in the shape of armored soldiers.
The combat power of a single one was at most at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. But under the attack of so many puppets together, the two besieged Golden Core cultivators, even if they fought hard to break through.
They were never able to break out. Instead, after consuming a large amount of magical power, large and small wounds appeared on their bodies.
These two had also fought with puppets driven by others, but they had never seen Foundation Establishment puppets that could display such terrifying power.
The beams of light they spat out were either thunder, pillars of fire, or ice arrows. Among them, there were three crocodile-shaped puppets, and the power of the white crystal light pillars they spat out was almost not inferior to an initial-stage Golden Core.
In addition, they were shocked by the strength of this female cultivator's Divine Sense. She could actually control more than a hundred puppets at once. Among those of the same rank, they had never seen such a powerful Divine Sense.
Bai Rou's gaze was fixed on the front. She was not annoyed at all by the other party's curses.
Her hands, however, were constantly forming one after another, hand seals. And beside her was a giant ape puppet with a height of five zhang, standing with its hands down.
Like a giant god guarding Bai Rou, the two of them in comparison made Bai Rou look even more petite.
Every time Bai Rou's Divine Sense landed on some puppets, beams of light would flash from the mouths and eyes of many puppets and shoot out.
They did not go forward to entangle with the two Golden Core cultivators, but formed a surrounding formation and continuously attacked the two besieged people together.
The reason why these puppets were able to display such power was because of the formations refined into their bodies.
The formations inscribed in their bodies were the secret methods of the Tianli Clan, which could double the power of the puppets.
Especially the three crocodile puppets. Bai Rou had even inscribed the Revolving Stars Art formation that only the Thousand Luo Ancient Ape had, and their power was even greater.
It was just that the raw materials for puppets that could withstand the operation of the Revolving Stars Art formation were extremely precious. Even the materials for these three crocodile puppets were left to her by Shuang Qingqing.
In addition, Bai Rou's puppet art was much worse than Shuang Qingqing's back then. After all, Shuang Qingqing had lived in the Tianli Clan since she was a child. Therefore, the three crocodile puppets could not yet reach the level of the Thousand Luo Ancient Ape.
Controlling and driving puppets required Divine Sense, so for every additional puppet, the consumption of Divine Sense power would continuously increase.
Bai Rou actually did not have such a powerful Divine Sense, enough to control so many puppets. It was also one of the secret arts of the Tianli Clan.
After refining the puppets, a batch of puppets could be re-refined with this secret method. At that time, one would only need to control one of the puppets to achieve the effect of unified driving.
But this secret art also had its shortcomings:
One, a batch of puppets could not exceed ten at most, which meant that Bai Rou had to divide her Divine Sense into more than a dozen wisps to drive them, and was still continuously consuming her Divine Sense.
The second shortcoming was that once these puppets were refined in batches, they lost their flexibility and could no longer be controlled as easily as one's own arms and fingers.
Following Bai Rou's hand seal, an explosive sound echoed through the sky, and the voices of the two Golden Core cultivators were instantly drowned out.
But from within the puppet encirclement, an even more intense fluctuation of magical power emanated. A green python, ignoring the beams of light hitting its body, its dozens-of-zhang-long body coiled around more than ten puppets in one go.
A dazzling green light appeared on its body. With a powerful squeeze, the dozen or so puppets were turned into piles of broken limbs and fell from the sky.
But this green python was simultaneously hit by dozens of beams of light. One of them, a black ice spike, directly pierced its head. It was fired by a crocodile puppet.
The green python's huge body trembled violently, and then the spiritual light on its body quickly dissipated, and it fell towards the ground below.
Three breaths later, the aura of a Golden Core cultivator disappeared from Bai Rou's Divine Sense!
One breath later, in the puppet encirclement, a deafening loud sound, and then the aura of another Golden Core cultivator also disappeared in a roar of unwillingness.
The explosive sounds then quickly disappeared. A cloud of smoke dissipated, and two charred corpses appeared in mid-air, their original appearance no longer recognizable.
And more than thirty of the puppets had also been lost.
The two corpses in the air were each held by an armored soldier, who was flying quickly towards Bai Rou.
Bai Rou had no interest in the corpses. With a distant communication of her Divine Sense, the armored soldier, with a dull expression, tossed the two corpses aside.
Then, with a smooth swipe of his hands, seven or eight storage pouches flew from the two's waists into his hands. He then let the two corpses fall heavily to the ground.
Only then did he fly to Bai Rou and hand over the storage pouches.