Li Longhao, a cultivator at the sixth layer of the Core Formation Stage, dared to confront her head-on? What commendable courage!
"Senior Brother Huang, you hold the line! I’m going to see if my brother is dead or not~" Li Longyou quickly rushed toward Li Longhao to check his injuries.
Huang Yunchong was speechless, but Li Longhao’s actions had clearly given him a huge boost of encouragement. He patted the large base of the Yin-Yang Gourd. The gourd, seeming to understand, instantly grew with the wind, swelling to several zhang tall in the blink of an eye. Then, with a mighty THUD, it shot toward Venerable Yu Jiao, carrying the force of a mountain.
Like a gigantic bulldozer, it tore through everything in its path. Countless Demonic Path cultivators were sent flying, the gourd’s momentum completely unstoppable.
Venerable Yu Jiao snorted coldly. "You overestimate your strength!"
Demon Flame erupted around her, revealing her cultivation at the sixth layer of the Nascent Soul Stage. She raised a hand and slapped forward. Streaks of pink Demonic Light morphed into several ghoulish Charm Women Souls, which shrieked as they slammed into the gourd.
The previously unstoppable gourd was halted in its tracks and sent flying backward.
Huang Yunchong stumbled backward, the courage that had just swelled in his chest instantly deflating. Aargh, I can’t beat her!
He turned to flee, but countless satin ribbons shot out like wild pythons, sealing off all his escape routes.
The very air trembled. That strike is terrifying! If it hits me, I’ll lose at least half my life!
Huang Yunchong hoisted the gourd in front of him as a shield.
With a tremendous crash, he and the gourd were smashed into a nearby wall, becoming embedded within it. His entire body screamed in pain, but before he could even cry out, he saw the sky full of ribbons descending upon him again. The sound of them tearing through the air echoed in the night. Houses collapsed and the ground cracked wherever they passed, their assault a wave of pure destruction.
Huang Yunchong’s Yin-Yang Gourd split open, becoming two gourd ladles, one for each hand. Under the assault of the endless ribbons, he scurried about, leaping and dodging, parrying left and right while screaming wildly, "Ouch, that hurts! Hey, don’t hit there, that’s a fatal spot! Not my back either!"
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Just then, eight figures charged over. They were the eight disciples of Venerable Wuji.
A glint of hope appeared in Huang Yunchong’s bruised eyes. "Everyone, help me!" he shouted.
The eight martial brothers glanced at Huang Yunchong being besieged by the swarm of ribbons, then looked over at the distant Venerable Yu Jiao, who stood with her arms crossed and a playful smile on her face. Suddenly, they roared in unison, "Fiend, don’t be so arrogant!"
Venerable Yu Jiao raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"
The eight figures charged out in unison, their auras blossoming. They transformed into eight streaks of light, shooting directly toward Venerable Yu Jiao.
Venerable Yu Jiao’s brow twitched. She chuckled softly. "Ants are just ants. What difference does it make how many of you there are?"
She slowly raised her hand, intending to suppress the newcomers, but her movement suddenly froze. The eight men completely ignored her, brushing past and rushing toward a group of Hehuan Sect disciples standing behind her.
To be precise, they were headed for the disciple named Yu’er, the one who had toyed with their ninth brother’s emotions.
"How dare you deceive our Junior Brother’s feelings!"
"And swindle his money!"
"Swindling his money is one thing, but don’t you know he’s broke? He borrowed all that from me! You damn bitch, spit it all back out!"
"Brothers, beat the crap out of her!"
Venerable Yu Jiao: "..."
Huang Yunchong: "!!!"
The scene was utter chaos, but the overall situation was painfully clear.
First, Limitless City had no true Nascent Soul Stage experts on its side. Xiang Tiange, Lu Longshe, and Li Zuoyue seemed to be holding their own against their opponents for now, but if the battle dragged on, their chances of victory were slim.
After all, the Demonic Path didn’t just have four Venerables. The four great powers, including the Hehuan Sect and Ghost King Sect, had also dispatched a large number of their elite forces. Among them were over twenty Golden Core Stage masters alone—a force not to be underestimated.
They were completely overwhelmed in numbers and held no advantage in strength. Defeat was only a matter of time.
As the battle dragged on, Li Zuoyue and the others grew increasingly anxious. Master Uncle Ji Yan, why haven’t you made your move? It was agreed that he would handle the four Nascent Soul Stage Venerables, while the twenty-plus Golden Core Stage Demon Cultivators would be left to Xiang Tiange and the rest. It was a solid plan! But now that the fight had started, he was nowhere to be seen! Could something have happened to him?
Just then, a voice came through everyone’s Communication Tokens. "The Demonic Path has deployed a Great Demon of the Saint Manifestation Stage! I’m holding him off. Finish your fights quickly!"
The voice belonged to none other than Ji Yan. Hearing his words, the expressions of all the Sanqing Immortal Sect disciples changed drastically.
"Damn, is he serious?"
Li Zuoyue was trading blows with Venerable Golden Lion. Now able to control nineteen Flying Swords, he couldn’t gain the upper hand but was only at a slight disadvantage. At the very least, he had no problem holding his ground.
That had been his plan all along: just hold on and wait for Master Uncle Ji Yan to act. A Great Ability of the Saint Manifestation Stage dealing with a few Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators—shouldn’t that be as easy as breathing? But now, Ji Yan was telling them that the Demonic Path had also sent a Great Demon of the Saint Manifestation Stage? Have the two of them already clashed? He probably won’t be free to help anytime soon, then! This situation has gotten completely out of hand!
His concentration shattered, leaving an opening for Venerable Golden Lion to exploit. The Venerable dodged the attacking Flying Swords, closed in on Li Zuoyue in an instant, and thrust out with a Golden Lion Heart-Ripper.
The attack terrified Li Zuoyue so much that the hairs on his body stood on end. He bit the tip of his tongue and executed an escape art! He transformed into a streak of sword light and vanished, narrowly avoiding the blow. If that had hit, I wouldn’t be standing right now!
Panting heavily, he stared at Venerable Golden Lion, his gaze more solemn and focused than ever before.