Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 380 Fierce Battle (55th Update)

At the edge of a steep cliff on Dragon Head Peak, a biting wind howled.

Far from the main battlefield, this place was eerily quiet amidst the deafening shouts of battle and the roar of spiritual energy in the distance.

Xiang Zhaoling stood on the cliff, looking down at the battlefield with a worried expression.

Beside her stood a tall, robust man with a rugged face and bronze skin, wearing a heavy cloak made of an unknown animal hide.

He exudes a wildness.

They were clearly standing on the edge of the cliff, in a rather unconcealed location.

Occasionally, disciples of Dongyuan fleeing in panic or pursuing demonic cultivators would fly low over the vicinity, and some would even fly right in front of them.

Strangely, everyone's gaze swept straight past their location, with no one paying any attention, as if it were just an ordinary rock or a void.

Even the Golden Core cultivator, when his divine sense swept across the area, failed to detect anything.

The burly man lowered his head slightly, his gaze calm as he looked down at the hellish scene below.

"Brother!" Xiang Zhaoling looked flustered. She grabbed the man's cloak and shook it gently. "Did you hear that? They're calling my name. That's my name in the Central Plains."

"Help them, save them! With your strength, it's easy, isn't it?"

They weren't speaking the language of Chu. If Zhou Mengdie were here, she would recognize it as the accent of the Wuqiu tribe in southern Xinjiang.

Her eyes were full of pleading: "Please! Brother, I can't just watch my good friends die..."

Asanggu's gaze finally shifted from the battlefield below to his younger sister's small face, which was filled with tears.

His heart clenched, and he raised his large, calloused hand to gently wipe away her tears, his movements clumsy yet full of tenderness.

“Ayni, don’t cry.” He spoke slowly, “You know, from childhood to adulthood, no matter what you want, even if it’s the stars or the moon, your brother will do everything he can to get it for you.”

Your smile is my most treasured possession.

Xiang Zhaoling was overjoyed.

"But, my dear sister, not this time."

Asanggu turned her face away, unable to bear seeing the disappointment on her sister's face: "This is something Father specifically instructed me to do."

With the wild wilderness watching with predatory eyes and Wuqiu itself barely able to protect itself, the Aguna family no longer had the strength to get involved in these consequences.

Witness the new world, but never take action.

Then protect Ayini and get her away safely.

It was the only thing Asanggu could do, and it was also the task his father had given him.

My dear sister, please don't be angry with me.

I will hate myself.

……

It is located on the edge of the foothills, near Lingyuanze.

Han Yuan's face was pale as he stared intently at the three Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivators around him.

"call!"

Han Yuan's body was covered in bulging muscles, his skin was bronze, and his veins were bulging. Every step he took sent flying gravel.

He roared repeatedly, his fists cleaving through mountains and splitting rocks as he slammed them towards the demonic cultivator's figure.

However, the cultivators of the Demon Ruins were elusive.

One of them, under the influence of the flowing magic, appeared like smoke and mist, turning into a wisp of black smoke every time Han Yuan's fists and palms were about to strike.

The other two were equally agile and unpredictable, making it difficult for Han Yuan to exert his strength.

Shadows appeared on the ground, and hands kept reaching out from them to entangle his legs.

The last person wielded several hairpin-shaped magical artifacts of different shapes, which shot towards Han Yuan's vital acupoints from time to time, forcing him to devote much of his attention and energy to resist them.

"I didn't expect to see a body cultivator here."

"In a remote and impoverished place like Chu, purely focusing on body refinement is a dead end."

"He actually managed to build a foundation for his cultivation, so he does have some talent."

"Brother, you've been living in the mortal realm for so many years, have you ever heard of anyone throughout history who has walked the path of body refinement and ascended to the immortal realm?"

Han Yuan ignored these malicious whispers and continued to throw punches in resistance.

Three Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivators besieging a body cultivator; anyone would feel confident of victory.

The three cooperated with each other, like a cat playing with a mouse, and were in no hurry to launch a fatal attack.

"This person's physical strength is indeed quite good. If I could refine him into a Foundation Establishment corpse puppet, it would be a great help to me." They watched as Han Yuan futilely swung his fists, unable to even touch the hem of their clothes.

"Be careful when you make your move, brothers, lest you destroy his body."

Han Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, and his chest heaved violently. He possessed the strength to shake mountains, yet he seemed to be trapped in an invisible net, the more he struggled, the tighter the net became.

The advantage of physical cultivation is somewhat powerless against the opponent's agile and unpredictable demonic arts, like punching a wisp of cloud.

The shadow beneath Han Yuan's feet suddenly transformed into several pitch-black tentacles, which fiercely coiled around his ankles.

Han Yuan roared, his blood energy erupting, forcefully shattering the shadow tentacles, but his figure was also momentarily stunned as a result.

laugh!
With a whooshing sound, the five hairpins, at insidious and cunning angles, shot towards Han Yuan's waist and knees.

He managed to twist his body and block with his arm, which produced a crisp clanging sound, but a trace of cold energy still seeped into his body, slowing his movements by half a beat.

Oops.

Han Yuan's heart sank.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the demonic cultivator who had been talking disappear and slowly emerge from the shadows behind him.

At this critical moment, a blinding bolt of lightning suddenly struck between Han Yuan and the three demonic cultivators.

Boom!

The ground shook violently, and dust and debris shot into the sky.

The black and red lightning arc exploded instantly from the point of impact, raging outwards in all directions.

The large black shadows on the ground let out painful roars. The demonic cultivator groaned and staggered out of the shadows, retreating violently.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a ferocious red and black halberd swept across fiercely!

"Shining upon Xijing!"

Black and red spiritual energy, along with wisps of lightning, converged in everyone's eyes.

It transformed into a scarlet moon, flashing by in an instant!
Li Yi shouted and charged at the three men with his halberd.

"Die to me!"

The demonic cultivator, whose form could transform into mist, had just condensed when he was overwhelmed by the terrifying battle intent. With a sweep of his halberd, the demonic body was forcibly shattered, letting out a terrified scream.

"what--!"

Red and black lightning arcs danced wildly around him, his aura was like a rainbow, even though his robes were already torn in many places, they were all stained with the blood of his enemies!
"Senior Brother Li!"

"Junior Brother Han, hang in there!"

Li Yi glanced at Han Yuan, confirming that he was not in immediate danger, and then fixed his gaze on the three demonic cultivators.

He gave the demonic cultivator no time to react, let out a low growl, gripped the staff tightly with both hands, and slammed it down.

A violent aura exploded, and within dozens of feet, the ground surged like waves.

The demonic cultivator, who had just regained his footing, suddenly felt as if he had stepped into a swampy vortex, and his body swayed and sank uncontrollably.

"not good!"

The cultivator who controlled the hairpin looked horrified and hurriedly tried to back away.

However, it was too late.

A fierce glint flashed in Li Yi's eyes. He stepped forward, twisted his waist, and suddenly thrust his halberd forward!

Completed in one go, as fast as lightning!

The halberd suddenly extended, transforming into a streak of crimson and black light that swept across the battlefield.

"Phoenix amidst flowers!"

That strike was incredibly fast!

It was so fast that it exceeded the reaction limit of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Pfft——!
With a single strike, the protective magic weapon and spiritual light shattered instantly, and a red light pierced through his chest.

The lightning arc exploded, shredding his internal organs along with his dantian and dantian.

The demonic cultivator's face froze in horror, his eyes dimmed instantly, and before he could even let out a scream, his entire body limply hung on the halberd blade.

With a flick of his wrist, Li Yi's halberd trembled, unleashing a domineering force that sent the demonic cultivator's corpse flying like a broken sack, crashing to the side with a thud.

dead.

(End of this chapter)