Chapter 1682: Mixed Battle

On Qinglian Island, Wang Mengfen was organizing the evacuation.

There were fifteen teleportation arrays on the island, with the shortest range covering 30,000 li and the longest 100,000 li.

At this level of combat, Core Formation cultivators were unable to help. To set up a battle formation, a complete set of magic treasures was required. This was because Core Formation cultivators practiced different cultivation techniques; without a complete set of magic treasures, a battle formation would not be effective. Crafting a complete set of magic treasures was already difficult, and the Wang family's treasury did not possess any. Even if they had three to five pieces, it would be useless.

"Hurry, move faster! Every moment of delay puts our ancestor in greater danger."

Wang Mengfen urged them, his expression anxious.

If it weren't to protect them, Wang Qingshan and the others could have retreated much earlier.

Wang Qingqi looked up at Wang Qingshan and the others in the sky, his expression complicated.

He desperately wanted to help, but he knew his limitations; his presence would only burden Wang Qingshan and the others.

"Everyone, pick up the pace and evacuate quickly!"

Wang Qingqi shouted loudly, then strode onto a teleportation array.

At a time like this, being indecisive would only make things worse.

As soon as Wang Qingshan appeared, five Nascent Soul cultivators, including Daoist Tianlei, Shen Haoran, and Yanzong, surrounded him. Their target was Wang Qingshan.

Daoist Tianlei waved the silver banner in his hand, and a loud thunderous roar echoed. A colossal rumbling sound came from high above, as a massive dark cloud appeared in the sky, accompanied by flashes of lightning and rolling thunder.

He waved the silver banner, its tip pointing directly at Wang Qingshan.

*Boom!*

A deafening clap of thunder resounded, and hundreds of silver lightning bolts, as thick as an adult's arm, shot out from the dark cloud, striking towards Wang Qingshan.

Yanzong flipped his hand and took out a giant, shimmering blue axe. He swung it at the void, causing ripples like water waves to spread through the air. The seawater below violently churned and parted, as a blue axe blade, over a hundred zhang long, shot out directly towards Wang Qingshan.

Shen Haoran conjured a palm-sized blood-red gourd. A foul, fishy odor wafted from it, and a large quantity of blood-red liquid flew out, transforming into numerous blood-red arrows, each about a chi long, which then shot towards Wang Qingshan.

The Blood Fiend Gourd, crafted using a secret technique from the essence blood of hundreds of demonic beasts, was specifically designed to defile flying swords.

Knowing oneself and one's enemy leads to victory in every battle. Having a great reputation wasn't always a good thing.

Wang Qingshan's reputation was no less than that of the Azure Lotus Immortals. They took him especially seriously, having specifically prepared this magic treasure that defiles flying swords to deal with him.

A sword cultivator's strength would be greatly diminished if their flying sword lost its spiritual essence.

Wang Qingshan dared not be careless. With a flick of his sword finger, his nine Azure Glaze Swords rang out with loud sword cries, emitting dazzling azure light. They transformed into nine azure lotus flowers, each about a zhang in size. The nine azure lotus flowers spun continuously around Wang Qingshan, unleashing streams of sharp azure sword qi that shot out in all directions.

*Boom!*

A deafening roar resounded, as various spiritual lights – blue, red, green, gold – successively lit up in the void. Powerful energy waves spread out, causing the void to tremble continuously.

Facing the siege of five Nascent Soul cultivators, Wang Qingshan felt greatly pressured. He had no intention of fighting to the death; he would escape once the lower-level clan members had mostly evacuated.

Above his head, the void rippled, and a silver giant palm, over ten zhang in size, suddenly appeared. The silver giant palm was composed of countless silver electric arcs, exuding a terrifying aura.

As soon as the silver giant palm appeared, it immediately slammed down towards Wang Qingshan's head.

Wang Qingshan reacted quickly. With a flick of his sleeve, the Azure Lotus Sword shot out, transforming into a streak of azure rainbow light that slashed towards the silver giant palm.

With a muffled *rip*, the silver giant palm was shredded to pieces by the Azure Lotus Sword, as if it were made of paper.

*Boom!*

The silver giant palm burst apart, and countless silver electric arcs surged out, enveloping an area several hundred zhang in radius, submerging Wang Qingshan's figure.

Ye Haitang frowned deeply. Her opponent was a burly man in a golden robe, his muscles bulging and veins prominent, looking full of raw power. He was a mid-stage Nascent Soul barbarian.

Ye Haitang's Natal Magic Treasure, the Sky Ghost Banner, had already advanced to a spiritual treasure. Coupled with Zhao Mei'er, killing a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would not be difficult. However, doing so would draw unwanted attention.

She wanted to help Wang Qingshan, but Daoist Tianlei's divine abilities restrained her. She had to find a way to deal with Daoist Tianlei first.

"Aunt Tian, is there any way to ambush Daoist Tianlei, even if it's just to severely injure him? It would help reduce pressure on Cousin Qingshan."

Ye Haitang sent a voice transmission to Immortal Ziyue, her expression anxious.

"Daoist Tianlei is at the perfected Nascent Soul stage, so it might be difficult. Dealing with Shen Haoran, however, would be no problem."

Immortal Ziyue replied via voice transmission. Her opponent was a mid-stage Nascent Soul barbarian.

Barbarians possessed immense strength; they were natural body cultivators. Nascent Soul stage barbarians were difficult to harm with magic treasures, so Immortal Ziyue could only entangle her opponent.

"Shen Haoran! That works too. I'll find an opportunity later."

Ye Haitang agreed. Dark light burst from her body, and ghostly wails erupted as an eerie wind swept through. A green light flew from her sleeve and vanished.

Wang Qingling felt greatly strained fighting three opponents alone. She conjured her Natal Magic Treasure, the Three Spirits Demon Expelling Token, to manifest a Mid-grade Rank 4 Nether Spider, a Low-grade Rank 4 Profound Crane, and a Low-grade Rank 4 Blazing Fire Whale to attack her enemies.

Zhao Hengbin showed no weakness either, releasing a blue shark with concentric golden patterns on its body and a giant azure eagle with a wingspan of five zhang.

The other two mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators either conjured their magic treasures or released their spirit beasts, attacking Wang Qingling.

The Icewind Flood Dragon and the Thunder Phoenix had only advanced to Rank 4 a few months prior, and their injuries had not yet fully recovered. However, Wang Qingling was no match for her opponents and had no choice but to release them.

Dragon roars and phoenix cries intermingled, echoing loudly throughout the area.

"A Rank 4 Flood Dragon!"

Zhao Hengbin exclaimed, his face filled with shock.

According to their intelligence, Immortal Bailing had a Rank 3 Flood Dragon. How did it become a Rank 4 Flood Dragon?

He carefully observed the Icewind Flood Dragon and the Thunder Phoenix, then let out a cold snort. These two spirit beasts had only recently advanced to Rank 4 and couldn't unleash much of their full power.

The Thunder Phoenix spread its wings and soared high, circling erratically in the sky, as countless silver electric arcs emerged high above.

*Boom!*

A tremendous clap of thunder resounded, and a thundercloud several li in size appeared high in the sky, crackling with lightning and rumbling with thunder.

The thundercloud churned violently, and dozens of fist-sized silver lightning orbs flew out, crashing down on Zhao Hengbin and his two companions.

The Icewind Flood Dragon let out loud dragon roars as a large amount of frigid air emanated from its body. Suddenly, large, bean-sized snowflakes drifted down from high above, and the temperature plummeted.

A cold wind swept through, and the white snowflakes abruptly transformed into ice cones. A hail of ice rained down from the sky, with thousands of white ice cones smashing towards Zhao Hengbin and his two companions.

Zhao Hengbin conjured a shimmering blue banner and gently shook it. A misty blue light barrier appeared out of nowhere, enveloping the three of them.

As the silver lightning orbs and white ice cones struck it, the blue water barrier dented inwards, and ripples spread across its surface.

With a deafening roar, blinding silver light engulfed the blue water barrier.

After a moment, the silver light dissipated, revealing the blue water barrier unharmed.

Just then, an enraged beast's roar echoed, causing Zhao Hengbin and his two companions to feel dizzy and nearly fall from mid-air.