Yin Yang Soul Searcher

"The formation has been weakened enough; now it's time for these living explosives to make their appearance!"

As he spoke, Peng Li gently waved his hand forward. The beasts behind him seemed to have been released from some kind of restraint, unable to suppress their savagery and bloodlust. Their eyes turned bloodshot, and the roars of lions, tigers, monkeys, and black bears echoed throughout the battlefield!

Hearing the roar of the wild beast, the soldiers instinctively gripped their weapons tightly.

Sun Tai forced himself to cheer up. He didn't know how much preparation the demon race had made. If the formation was weakened by another 20%, it would be useless!

As Peng Li gently lowered his hand, the beasts could no longer suppress their rage and rushed out from behind Peng Li like madmen, leaping down the cliff. Peng Li waved his sleeve, and a gentle breeze swept by, carrying them safely to the ground.

There was no other way; these were all beast-shaped explosives, their bodies barely refined to the eighth grade, specifically designed for self-destruction as cannon fodder. Peng Li was worried that these mindless beasts would become firecrackers, which would be a waste.

The formation master standing nearby was somewhat surprised by this scene: "I didn't expect your demon race to have made so many preparations. It seems you are determined to get this auspicious beast's corpse."

"Of course! The Great Demon King is waiting for this corpse to heal his wounds, so we must do our best!" Peng Li's eyes were filled with pride.

The formation master nodded, then asked with some confusion, "Why didn't you lend a hand? Wouldn't it have been faster to retrieve the auspicious beast's corpse if you had gone with those explosives?"

Peng Li shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I must ensure my full fighting strength is maintained; I cannot afford any losses."

"Once the formation is destroyed, I must take the mythical beast's corpse with me as quickly as possible, at my peak speed, and leave the Great Xia territory as soon as possible to avoid any mistakes!"

The formation master nodded, accepting this explanation.

On the other side, a group of wild beasts began to charge fearlessly towards the formation.

The first beasts to charge forward roared wildly, but thanks to the array's protection, they were unable to harm the soldiers inside.

However, the beast was fearless and felt no pain. When it crashed into its own body, leaving it a bloody mess, it suddenly made a "bang".

The beast's entire body was blown to pieces, and the powerful impact caused the soldiers inside to churn and fly backward.

As more and more explosions rang out from all directions, the formation began to tremble slightly. Soon, soldiers were injured or killed, and the formation began to show gaps!

The beasts surged into the breach like a flood, and some soldiers in the inner circle, their eyes red, began to charge at the beasts with their knives. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and explosions rang out one after another!

If we don't kill them, the wild beasts will bite and provoke the soldiers, causing them to shake the formation. If we kill them, they will cause an explosion that will destroy the formation. There is no solution!

As the beasts exploded and the soldiers died one after another, the gaps widened, and a crisp "crackling" sound began to ring out from the formation, with more and more cracks appearing under the clear light.

Sun Tai gritted his teeth and let out a low shout. His blood surged, the Tai Chi diagram above his head spun wildly, blood began to seep from his nose and the corners of his mouth, and the armor on his body began to crack due to the enormous pressure!

"That's about enough. Let's see how long you can hold out." A smile appeared in Peng Li's eyes.

In the distance, the eldest prince, wielding a three-foot-long sword, hacked and slashed at Jinxiu. Seeing the formation on the verge of collapse, he grew anxious but couldn't subdue the fox. His movements became increasingly frantic and riddled with flaws...

Why use a sword to kill this vixen? A real man should use a gun! Bai Jueming was getting anxious, but he was the weakest person on the entire battlefield, barely able to save his own life, let alone go up and help.

"Brother, I'm here to help you!" Just then, a loud shout suddenly came from the front of the army!

Suddenly, a young general in white robes appeared, wielding a red-tasseled spear and riding a magnificent steed, resembling Zhao Yun reborn. It was none other than the Third Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty!

The Third Prince brandished his spear with one hand, and after getting closer, he leaped from his horse into the air, gripped the spear tightly in his right hand, twisted his waist, gathered his strength, and a cold glint appeared first, followed by the spear shooting out like a dragon, hurling it fiercely at Jinxiu's face.

These two brothers never hesitate to beat women!

The sound of a spear piercing the air rang out in the distance, faster than an arrow, leaving afterimages in the sky.

Jinxiu was held back by the eldest prince and couldn't dodge in time. Her shoulder was slashed by a spear, her clothes were torn open, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin and a deep blood groove that showed the bone!

"That's perfect!" Bai Jueming clapped his hands in approval. The Third Prince has arrived; the situation is about to turn around!

The third prince landed in front of the eldest prince, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Elder brother, I'm late."

The eldest prince laughed heartily, patting his shoulder and saying, "You've come at the perfect time! Let's take care of this demon cultivator together first, then we'll go help with the formation. That sly fox is as slippery as an eel, truly hateful!"

"Alright, I'll cooperate with you, elder brother!" With that, the third prince drew a spear from the ground. With a flick of the spear tip, blood dripped down. The spear gleamed coldly, clearly not an ordinary weapon.

Jinxiu clutched her wound, her alluring charm long gone, and glared fiercely at the newcomer.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yang Liu landed beside Jinxiu and wrapped her shoulder with willow branches to temporarily stop the bleeding.

"Brothers, kill them! Support the Crown Prince!"

Just then, a deafening battle cry erupted from the front of the army. Soldiers, fully armed and clad in armor, wielding spears, rapidly approached, raising clouds of dust that blotted out the sun. Everyone's eyes were bloodshot, and the battle cries filled the air.

At the forefront of the army, four Onmyoji masters cracked their whips and charged directly towards Jinxiu and her group. Two of them were genuine fourth-rank masters.

Behind the army, two martial artists soared into the air and landed in front of the army first, their feet treading on the void.

"Damn it, I want to see which guy destroyed all my paper figures! I've been working hard on them for half a year, and I was just one step away from activating them!" The newcomer was undoubtedly the second disciple of the Craftsmen's Hall.

He no longer needed the paper figures to clear a path; instead, he stood in mid-air, wielding a paper knife, surveying the battlefield. Anyone who didn't know better would think that Luo Wuju had lost his fourth-grade cultivation!

That aura of power is practically screaming, "Who else dares to challenge us?!"

The unremarkable Cheng Yanbing didn't utter any harsh words. He just stared at Pengli on the cliff with cold eyes, as if to say, "Give me back the herbs you've been hoarding!"

Peng Li returned the same look, but his composure from before was gone; there were far too many people, far exceeding his expectations.

Those two useless good-for-nothings left too many clues while doing dirty work in the capital, which alerted the people of Great Xia, who sent so many reinforcements. Thinking of this, a ruthless glint appeared in Peng Li's eyes!

"It seems you're doomed to fail," the formation master said sarcastically, holding a compass.

Peng Li ignored his sarcasm and instead asked, "Is your burly man dead? If not, help me delay those fourth-rank officials for a while."

"Alright!" the formation master readily agreed, but then added, "However, he probably can't hold on for long; that punch just now has exhausted him too much. Therefore, I need your demon race's demon core! Fourth grade!"

The true intentions were revealed when the formation master agreed so readily; he was only trying to take a piece of flesh from Peng Li!

Peng Li glared angrily, not expecting this guy to have such a big appetite, asking for a fourth-grade demon core right off the bat!

"Although a fourth-grade demon core is precious, with Lord Peng's third-grade cultivation, producing one shouldn't be too difficult for him." The formation master smiled slightly, not worried at all that Peng Li would refuse. He had plenty of time to wait, and the battlefield situation didn't allow Peng Li to consider things too much!

"Lord Peng, don't tell me you have the heart of a bodhisattva and have never killed a fourth-rank demon cultivator or stolen their demon core. Isn't it commonplace for you demon cultivators to kill your own kind?"

Peng Li's expression was uncertain. He knew that the person in front of him had him cornered. If he didn't make a sacrifice today, there would be no hope at all, and all his plans in the capital would be in vain!

"Your human race is just as cruel!" After saying this seemingly random sentence, Peng Li opened his beak and spat out a demon core that glowed with black light.

The formation master grabbed the pill, examined it closely for a moment, and after confirming that it was a genuine fourth-grade demon core, he burst into laughter.

"That's great!" The formation master waved his hand and sent out the pill. In the distance, the burly man lying on the ground grabbed the flying pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

The formation master shouted from the side, "Help our Lord Peng hold off those fourth-rank officials for as long as possible!"

Upon hearing this, Peng Li's expression softened slightly. He then waved his hand at the distant army of ferocious beasts, and the charging and tearing beasts immediately split into two groups: one group stayed to continue breaking through the formation, while the other group went to fight the reinforcements brought by the Third Prince.

This move relieved a lot of pressure on Sun Tai at the center of the formation, giving him time to catch his breath.

At the front of the army, the burly man straightened up with a somersault, nodded to the two people in the distance, and then burst into action, charging towards the four Onmyoji at the forefront!

"That demon core is a good thing! It directly restored the strength of the exhausted Rank 3 cultivator!" Bai Jueming hid in the grass, observing every move on the battlefield.

Seeing this, Cheng Yanbing and Luo Wuju also joined the battle against the burly man. A genuine third-rank expert was not someone that four Yin-Yang Masters could handle, especially since only two of them were fourth-rank Yin-Yang Masters.

Undeterred by difficulties, Luo Wuju charged forward with his paper knife, delivering a powerful blow to the burly man's face! He shouted, "You accomplice who destroyed my paper figures, prepare to die!"

On the other side, with the addition of the Third Prince, who joined forces with the First Prince, Jinxiu was repeatedly defeated and was no longer as composed as at the beginning, but as slippery as an eel.

Her allure had vanished; she was disheveled, large expanses of her pale skin exposed to the air. (Fox's **)

Bai Jueming was so disgusted by what he saw that he exclaimed it was immoral and corrupting. Wasn't this tempting people to commit crimes? Bai Jueming suspected that the two brothers did it on purpose!

Although she was stronger than the two, the First Prince, as Qiao Shou's nephew, was equipped with max-level gear, far exceeding her expectations. Plus, the Third Prince was constantly trying to sabotage her...

On the other side, Yang Liu was able to withstand the combined attack of the two generals, but that was all; killing them was simply impossible.

"At this rate, your demonic beasts will soon be wiped out. A mere eight hundred ferocious beasts are simply not enough to deal with two groups of people. Aren't you going to think of a solution?" The formation master shook his head, it seemed the demon race was destined to fail this time. Once the ferocious beasts were all dead, the two groups would reunite, and the formation would grow stronger again.

Peng Li stared fiercely at Sun Tai at the center of the formation, and asked rapidly, "Can your compass still be used? Can you disable that formation for a while?"

Peng Li's face lost its previous composure; he was getting anxious!

The formation master thought for a moment, then slowly and methodically said, "Right now, I can only use it for a short teleportation; I can't disable this formation."

"But..."

"Say it!"