Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

The last peak third-tier demonic beast dared not attack again and could only watch helplessly as Master Kou forcibly withdrew from the battlefield.

Master Kou held a giant axe in one hand and dragged the hundreds-of-feet-long python's body with the other, walking step by step from the beast tide back to the high cliff.

The python's body left a long trail of blood on the sea surface. The monsters on both sides of the trail frantically devoured the python's blood, but none of them dared to approach Master Kou.

He was covered in blood, it was hard to tell if it was his own or that of a demon beast, he had a deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder, and a patch of charred flesh on his chest.

He threw the python's body onto the cliff top, causing the rocks to tremble.

"Extra meal today!"

The people on the cliff cheered.

Even among Core Formation stage cultivators, not everyone can kill a third-tier peak demonic beast.

Especially in this environment, surrounded by countless demonic beasts and with other peak-level third-tier monsters lurking at any moment,

To be able to kill a monster single-handedly and escape unscathed requires not only strength, but also ruthlessness.

Kou Zhenren's ruthlessness was among the best in the entire Black Sea camp.

To Lin Zhao's surprise, Wei Chong was the one who surprised her.

This guy is actually a third-tier spirit chef.

He rolled up his sleeves and began cutting the python's meat into pieces.

The python meat shrank automatically in his hand, compressed by spiritual power into a size that an ordinary person could eat.

He then took out various bottles and jars of spiritual materials from his storage bag, and a ball of crimson spiritual fire surged from his palm, which he held below the python meat to slowly roast it.

The python meat sizzled with oil, and the aroma of the spices mixed with the savory flavor of the python meat itself, filling the entire cliff top with the smell of roasted meat.

He noticed Lin Zhao's somewhat strange expression.

Wei Chong chuckled: "If I can't beat Hong Ling, I can only be her chef. I'll win her over through her stomach first."

Lin Zhao pictured Gu Hongling guarding Camp Seven and then imagined her eyes shining with delight when she saw the spirit food.

Who would have thought she was such a foodie?

Master Kou laughed and teased, "Old Wei, if Gu Hongling finds out about this, you're going to get another beating."

Wei Chong rolled his eyes: "I know, she always says it's not good, but she always finishes it all."

After a brief respite, the intensity of the battle escalated to a new level.

More and more monsters gathered, and one bloody battle whirlpool after another appeared on the sea surface, with blood and evil energy almost condensing into mist.

The thunderclouds overhead pressed down even lower, and the frequency of lightning strikes increased, causing rocks to continuously fall from the edge of the high cliff.

The number of people at Camp Three is also decreasing.

Not many died; those who survived to this day are all top-tier Core Formation cultivators with numerous survival techniques.

Every few hours, a group of people would break through the encirclement, tearing open a gap in the boundless beast tide and forcibly escaping.

With each group leaving, a few fewer people remain on the high cliff.

Then Wei Chong also left.

As he left, he led several late-stage Core Formation cultivators in a breakout, and turned back to shout something to Lin Zhao.

"Don't die!"

Then, with a single punch, he blasted open a gap in the beast tide and disappeared into the distance below.

There were only a dozen or so people left on the high cliff, all of whom, except for Lin Zhao, were at the peak of the Core Formation stage.

The number of monsters gathering around them was increasing, and the world seemed about to collapse.

Thunderstorm clouds stretched for thousands of miles, forming a continuous expanse.

The monstrous beasts surging on the sea surface were denser than the waves, and from a high vantage point, it seemed as if the entire sea area was writhing.

Hundreds of third-tier monsters were scattered throughout the beast tide, with nearly thirty of them at the peak of the third tier.

This number would make even a Nascent Soul cultivator frown.

The risks of breaking through now are incomparable to those before.

In a few days, the possibility of breaking out will be completely closed, and those who remain know in their hearts that they may not be able to get out alive.

Master Kou sat on his favorite black rock, his giant axe resting across his knees. His expression was different from usual.

There was no smile on his face now, only a deep calm.

"I'm not planning to leave."

The others on the cliff top turned to look at him.

"I plan to take this opportunity to advance to the Nascent Soul stage."

Master Kou's voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out the distant thunder and waves: "Either break through and become a Nascent Soul True Monarch, or die here. I've already thought this through."

No one tried to persuade him.

Anyone who has spent a long time in the Black Sea camp knows that everyone has their own path to choose.

Master Kou's path was to risk his life to break down that door.

It broke through, and rose to the top in one step.

If you can't break through, you'll remain in the Black Sea forever.

He stood up, grabbed the giant axe, and the blood-red light on the axe blade shimmered darkly in the lightning.

"Those of you who want to leave, then leave now."

He took a step towards the edge of the cliff, glanced back at the remaining people, and said, "Those who don't want to leave, come and kill with me."

The battle lasted for another ten days.

The monsters kept charging up the high cliff, only to be knocked down again and again.

Before the knocked-down monster could even fall into the sea, it was pounced upon and devoured by the monster horde below.

The flesh and blood of high-level demonic beasts are a great source of nourishment for low-level demonic beasts, and this frenzied competition for food gave the people on the cliff a brief respite.

There are fewer and fewer people at Camp 3.

There were also four peak Core Formation cultivators in the middle who were dragged down by the combined power of the demonic beasts. In such a high-intensity environment, if they made a mistake and were dragged down, they would surely die.

Six more Core Formation Peak cultivators broke through the encirclement in two separate teams.

The first team left relatively smoothly, taking advantage of the time when the monster horde was fighting over the corpse of a peak third-tier monster, they forcibly tore open a gap in the monster tide.

The second pair wasn't so lucky; they were targeted by several peak-level third-tier demonic beasts and chased for over a thousand miles before finally escaping.

Only five Core Formation cultivators remained on the high cliff, Lin Zhao among them.

Lin Zhao also used all her strength.

He used all his methods except for the fourth-tier magic weapon, the Starry Sky Rift Sword.

The Blood Essence Bone Demon Palace hung overhead, its body slowly rotating, and the blood-red pupils on its bone walls opened in turn.

Each time he opened his eyes, a blood-red beam of light shot out from his pupils, sweeping across the charging horde of demonic beasts.

The low-level demonic beasts struck by the blood-red light were instantly blasted into blood mist. Before the blood mist could spread, it was absorbed into the Blood Essence Bone Fiend Palace.

Part of the inhaled blood energy was converted into the power to maintain defense, while the rest was fed back to the newly opened blood-red eyes on the palace wall.

The more you kill, the stronger your defense becomes.

The light emanating from the hall grew deeper and deeper, and its aura became increasingly heavy.

Some powerful third-tier demonic beasts could withstand some of the blood-red light, but they were bound by countless blood-red bone chains that seemed to be alive. Then, the blood-red light shooting from countless blood-red eyes merged into a huge blood-element eye.

The Blood Essence Eye shot out a huge pillar of blood, completely shattering the demon beast into fragments, which were then devoured by the blood-red bone chains.

The Blood Essence Bone Demon Palace stood in mid-air, suppressing the sea area near Lin Zhao and preventing countless demonic beasts from getting close.

The Nine Luminaries Thunder Pool slowly rotated deep within the dantian.

The spiritual liquid surged, and spiritual energy was constantly being generated to replenish Lin Zhao's magical power.

Without the Nine Luminaries Thunder Pool, he simply couldn't have lasted these ten days.