After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 322 Gap
He ordered the remaining four hundred Wuya Sect disciples to charge towards the Xianlai Sect disciples, and this time, Meng still did not believe that they would enter the formation again.

Although Meng Reng was not proficient in formations, his mother was a formation master, and he had learned some basics from her influence.

At this moment, the ground where the Xianlai Sect was located had already been trampled by the previous two hundred people. Apart from the place where the Xianlai Sect disciples were standing, any other formations would have been activated long ago and could not possibly still exist.

"Haha, your opponent is us!"

"You beasts of the Black Cliff Sect, prepare to die!"

From the dense forests of the distant Black Mountain, several dark figures suddenly darted out, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.

Upon seeing the four hundred people finally appear, they couldn't resist rushing out and intercepting them halfway.

Immediately, the sounds of clashing swords, roars, cries of pain, and fighting filled the forest.

Meng was so frightened by this turn of events that his face turned pale. He looked around in disbelief, and then everything went black!
"Damn it, we've been ambushed!" Du Ruhai's eyes widened in horror. "How the hell did the Immortal Sect manage to do that?!"

There were at least five hundred people rushing out, a dense, overwhelming crowd, even more than the Wuya Sect!
That wasn't all. Du Ruhai vaguely saw several dark figures standing behind the forest, and the sheer number of heads... Had the Immortal Sect come out in full force?

Needless to say, they've been lured into a trap!
The Immortal Sect had known their movements for a long time and knew they were planning a night attack, so they first set up an array here to weaken their first wave of people and protect the two groups of Immortal Sect disciples.

Then, when they sent men to charge again, the disciples who had been hiding all around them appeared to intercept them.

It would be best if we could win; if not, we can send the remaining disciples into battle!
A chill ran through Du Ruhai's heart—

How did the Immortal Sect know that they had chosen the fourth team to make a move, and how did they manage to gather here so quickly?
Why does every step we take seem to be within the Xianlai Sect's expectations, as if the people who entered the secret realm with a purpose are not from the Wuya Sect, but from the Xianlai Sect!
At this moment, Du Ruhai was questioning the meaning of life. He had done many evil deeds under the orders of the sect, but he had never felt so powerless as he did now. He was even terrified by the unknown!
The name "Xianlai Sect" gradually became synonymous with danger, making him hesitate even when he thought about it.

No, I have to escape!
Du Ruhai made a decision immediately.

This sect mission must have failed. As for Meng Reng, he's the sect leader's son, so even if he made a huge mistake, he can still save his life.

But he wasn't so lucky. He had no one to protect him. When he returned, not only would no one protect him, but the sect leader would also shift the blame for the failure of the operation onto him in order to clear Meng Reng of his guilt!

If we don't escape now, we'll either die at the hands of the Immortal Sect or at the hands of the sect leader!

Meng Reng didn't hear Du Ruhai's words at all. He just stood there, frozen with cold, watching as the disciples he had sent out were trapped in a fierce battle.

He realized that all five hundred people from the Immortal Sect were Foundation Establishment disciples.

The Immortal Sect's teams entering the secret realm this time consisted of one hundred people each, and the distribution was very even, with nearly half of the members being Foundation Establishment cultivators and the other half being Qi Refining cultivators.

When encountering different demonic beasts, disciples of the corresponding cultivation level would take the lead, while other disciples would stand in the rear to defend.

The fact that all five hundred people in front of them were at the Foundation Establishment stage meant that they were not five complete teams from the Immortal Sect, but rather a lineup they had cobbled together specifically to deal with their own Wuya Sect.

This once again proves that the Immortal Sect was well-prepared and had foreseen everything. "Why..."

Meng, who had always had a smooth life, had never experienced such a failure. At this moment, he knew that he was finished.

The more than 1,200 cultivators he brought into the secret realm this time were all elite inner disciples of the Wuya Sect. They were his father's specially selected capable people, all for the purpose of fighting a brilliant battle, so as to increase his honor and bargaining power.

If these more than a thousand people die in the secret realm, not only will their own reputation be ruined and they will find it difficult to rise again, but most importantly, the strength of their sect will also be greatly affected.

Foundation Establishment and Golden Core are the cultivation stages that are given the most attention in a sect. Now that so many people have died in the Foundation Establishment stage, it is a major gap.

The break in cultivation means that Wuya Sect will have few new Golden Core disciples for at least twenty or thirty years, which is almost a fatal blow to a sect!
This defeat will set back the sect's strength by at least fifty years, or even longer.

I am a sinner of the Wuya Sect!

"Come back...you, come back here!"

Meng suddenly shouted, his voice hoarse and desperate, his eyes bloodshot, his voice like a ghost in the night.

He had to take his disciples with him, as many as he could, because they absolutely could not all die here!

But now things are no longer up to him.

The disciples of Wuya Sect certainly wanted to escape. If they had a chance to run, they would have run away long before Meng Reng gave the order. Why would they have waited until now?

But now they were already surrounded. Five hundred Immortal Sect cultivators were wielding their swords with great force, and there were several people behind them eyeing them covetously. Where could they possibly escape to now?
Moreover, with one side brimming with confidence and the other harboring thoughts of retreat, the battle was completely tilted in their favor, leaving them utterly powerless to fight back.

"Hey, don't kill them all! Leave a few for us to fight!"

Just then, one of the Immortal Sect disciples suddenly spoke up, the voice coming from behind the tree.

Of the two thousand disciples of the Immortal Sect, only a few hundred were able to participate. The rest watched with envy, wanting to go up but having no chance.

Such opportunities to practice against experts are truly rare. Usually, when disciples spar with each other, it's mainly for friendly exchange, stopping when they've made a point. Unlike now, where there are human punching bags for them to use at will, and they don't have to take responsibility even if they break them!
After these words, many disciples of the Immortal Sect burst into laughter.

It's no wonder they "gained their power," everyone is truly terrified!

If it weren't for the wisdom of their captains, who noticed the Wuya Sect's treacherous actions early on and took countermeasures in time, they would be the ones being slaughtered like this now!
These heartless disciples of the Wuya Sect deserve to die.

They didn't get a chance to take revenge themselves, but they could at least make a few sarcastic remarks and slap them in the face?

These words infuriated the disciples of Wuya Sect, who wanted to retaliate one last time, but it was too late.

Chen Lan watched this scene coldly.