Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

When there's only one number left in the countdown.

At this moment, even those who had always proclaimed themselves fearless and experienced countless trials and tribulations felt their hearts race and their mouths dry.

Because of i, this is not a simple one-on-one battle at all.

It was not a battle involving a million-strong army.

Instead, it was something they couldn't have imagined—a war between sects.

Countless cultivators were packed together, so densely packed that they had no room to maneuver and could only fight and struggle against each other in a sect battle.

One unlucky person might be targeted by tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of spells.

Under such concentrated fire, even the most extraordinary genius would perish.

At this moment, Wang Quan suddenly realized something.

He said to Yu Wanzhou, "Quick, run with me, shout together, and let everyone unleash offensive spells on the other side."

What?

Before Yu Wanzhou could react, she saw a cloud of smoke erupt from beneath Wang Quan's feet.

The smoke billowed into the sky, lifting him into the air.

Then, Wang Quan roared, "Everyone, prepare offensive spells!"

"Do not use defensive spells."

"Unleash all attack spells and deliver the most devastating blows to annihilate the enemy."

Wang Quan shouted.

Then, the smoke beneath his feet propelled him backward, while his voice continued to echo toward the rear of the column.

Meanwhile, the many cultivators below, under intense mental pressure, subconsciously switched spells.

They kneaded each spark of lightning, spewing forth bursts of wind and thunder, ready to unleash their power.

At that moment, Yu Wanzhou instantly understood something.

boom!

Colorful smoke billowed from her feet, then she soared into the sky, leaving a long trail of smoke as she raced towards the back of the group, letting out a delicate shout at the same time:

"Prepare an offensive spell!"

"Use the most ferocious attacks to crush the opponent."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As Wang Quan shouted, scattered geniuses, prodigies, and the most extraordinary geniuses from other places also took to the air, trailing long trails of colorful smoke, and frantically ran backward, calling on everyone to prepare offensive spells.

At this moment, from a higher vantage point, one would see a vast expanse of cultivators, resembling surging seawater.

Thousands upon thousands of cultivators, trailing colorful smoke, raced across the sea formed by the cultivators, coordinating numerous cultivators in battle.

Higher up, powerful cultivators looked down to watch the battle.

After witnessing this scene, many people shook their heads: "It's too late!"

"It's too late to start thinking about adjusting combat tactics now."

However, a high-ranking cultivator chuckled: "They are not strategizing for battle; they are just looking for scapegoats, cannon fodder, and a way to survive."

Ok?

Many powerful cultivators were astonished and puzzled.

Before they could react, they heard a cold voice rang out:

"one......"

The next moment, these powerful cultivators who were stationed on the battlefield saw cultivators, shrunk to hundreds of times, simultaneously unleashing their spells on the huge platform below.

In an instant, hundreds of billions of spells soared into the air, and then, guided by the ritual instruments hidden within the warship platform, they fell towards the opposite side like hundreds of billions of meteors.

However, hundreds of billions of spells also soared into the air and roared towards them from the opposite side.

Thunder, hurricane, raging flames, quicksand.

The numerous spells evolved from the four fundamental elements of earth, fire, wind, and water were so densely packed that they almost tore the sky apart.

They saw a cultivator activate a transformation spell, turning into a humanoid cannon, and then his companions carried him, as he opened his mouth and spewed out a series of lightning bolts and fire.

..........

They also saw cultivators, under the influence of the warship's shrinking spell, actually use the shrinking spell again, then transform into streaks of light and quietly escape.

.........

They also saw cultivators shouting to give up, and then a beam of white light shot out from their identity tokens, teleporting them out of the battlefield.

......

call out!call out!call out!

Countless spells converged, like a waterfall torrent sweeping across the sky, rushing towards the other side.

However, a torrent of spells of equal or even greater scale also roared in from the opposite side.

This moment:

As Wang Quan turned and retreated, hands sprouted from his ribs, frantically kneading and releasing hundreds of bolts of lightning and fire.

"Release offensive lightning and fire!"

"Release the lightning and fire!"

"Don't stop!"

"Use countless bolts of lightning to blast the enemy to death."

He shouted, prompting more monks to cast spells to fight back.

However, when faced with the overwhelming torrent of spells, like a tsunami, many cultivators were terrified and panicked.

Even the king himself felt terrified.

The sky was filled with magic, leaving not a single gap in sight.

He retreated, threw lightning and fire, and reminded the other cultivators to do the same.

Keep backing away, keep throwing, keep reminding.

call out!call out!call out!

Countless torrents of magic swept across the area, and the two torrents of magic intersected with each other under the influence of the warship platform, with very little collision.

More spells rained down on the cultivators.

Grass!

At this moment, many of the more composed cultivators realized that there was something wrong with this torrent of magic.

Normally, when everyone is randomly casting spells, at least half of the spells will clash and annihilate each other.

But now at least nine-tenths of the spells are crisscrossing each other.

"Damn, are all of you throwing with such incredible accuracy? Are you specifically targeting the opponent?"

As countless spells rained down, more and more people couldn't withstand the pressure.

boom! boom! boom!

A series of white lights exploded, and one by one, the cultivators broke free from the battle.

The remaining cultivators were either frantically stacking defensive spells or, under the influence of Wang Quan and others, mechanically and frantically unleashing offensive spells.

boom!

The magical torrent finally descended, crashing against the platform like the Milky Way in the heavens.

In an instant, some cultivators transformed into streaks of light and went against the current, trying to pass through the dense array of spells.

However, after only a moment of travel, he was blasted into ashes by a massive amount of magic.

Some cultivators shrunk their size and hid behind other cultivators.

Some cultivators joined forces with other companions to unleash a massive amount of defensive spells.

Some monks, like the king, kept retreating.

When they had nowhere left to retreat, they actually threw out their magic weapons and joined forces with other cultivators to fight back.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of spells exploded with a deafening roar.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Quan saw that half of the cultivators around him had disappeared.

Some cultivators chose to give up and leave the battlefield, while others perished, their cultivation destroyed by numerous spells.

Golden threads weaved through the flesh and blood, gathering it all together and disappearing silently.

At this moment, many cultivators felt bewildered.

While replenishing his magical power with the Body-Shaping Bead, Wang Quan soared into the sky and shouted, "Throw lightning and fire at the other side!"

"Throw away as much as you can."

Many cultivators instinctively threw out lightning and fire.

However, many cultivators remained calm and frantically stacked defensive spells on themselves.

Wang Quan roared and ran about, reminding many cultivators to throw lightning and fire.

He didn't care how many people listened.

Yu Wanzhou and other quick-thinking cultivators instantly understood Wang Quan's intention in having the other cultivators throw lightning and fire:

It's nothing more than sacrificing some cultivators who can't react in time, making them act as suicide bombers. Before they are eliminated, they unleash a large number of spells to eliminate the opponents, thus indirectly reducing the pressure on their side.