Chapter 2908: Soft Bones, The Mahayana Strikes

Her gaze fell on four dimly glowing flying swords. "These are excellent spoils of war," she said, "they'll prove our contributions."

Wang Lihe's body was nowhere to be found; only four blue flying swords remained.

"Prove your contributions? Hmph, are you even worthy?" A cold, emotionless male voice echoed as Duan Tongtian, Dong Xueli, Wang Qingfeng, and Wang Yibing flew out from deep within the mountain range.

Wang Ruyan had crafted a total of four Heavenly Gang Divine Thunder Talismans. Two were stored in the family treasury as strategic reserves, while Wang Yidao and Wang Qingfeng each received one.

Wang Qingfeng used a Heavenly Gang Divine Thunder Talisman to severely wound two late-stage Void Refinement cultivators. Together with Duan Tongtian and the other two, they wiped out fifteen Void Refinement cultivators, leaving none to escape. One sixth-tier puppet beast was rendered useless.

After eliminating the enemies, they immediately teleported to support Wang Jiye and his group.

"Impossible," the purple-robed woman exclaimed, a look of disbelief on her face. "Weren't Fellow Daoist Bian and his group supposed to be attacking other strongholds?"

"They are all dead. Now, we'll send you on your way." Wang Qingfeng's expression hardened. He swung the Heaven-Burning Blade, unleashing tens of thousands of hazy red blade energies that assailed the seven figures, including the purple-robed woman.

Duan Tongtian, Wang Yibing, and Dong Xueli all launched their attacks against the enemies.

The purple-robed woman was a mid-stage Void Refinement cultivator, but the other six were all at the early Void Refinement stage. In contrast, Duan Tongtian was a late-stage Void Refinement cultivator, and both Wang Qingfeng and Dong Xueli were at the mid-stage. The enemies were simply no match for them.

In under a quarter of an hour, all seven, including the purple-robed woman, were slain. Wang Qingfeng seized the soul of the young woman in purple and performed a soul search on it.

"Lihe acted as a rear guard, which led to his demise," Wang Qingfeng sighed, a sorrowful look on his face. "If he hadn't, Jiye and Yi'er would have surely perished."

He collected Wang Lihe's vital flying sword. Upon their return to Green Lotus Island, these four flying swords would be placed in the sword mound. Wang Lihe's and Wang Gonghu's ancestral tablets could be enshrined in Green Lotus Pavilion, and clan elders would compile their stories to recount to future generations.

They cleared the battlefield, then left the area to search for Wang Jiye and Wang Yi'er.

Deep within the Lihuo Mountain Range, a colossal silver lightning bolt illuminated the sky, visible even from hundreds of miles away.

In the depths of the mountain range, the ground was a scene of devastation. Hundreds of smoking craters dotted the landscape, and more than a dozen corpses lay strewn across the ground, among them Wang Yimiao.

Seven Void Refinement cultivators—six men and one woman—were spread out, their expressions solemn and their faces etched with wariness.

Wang Mengbin, using his thunder techniques, had slain four Void Refinement cultivators, but Wang Yimiao had been killed by the enemy.

Outnumbered, Wang Mengbin held the line until the lower-tier clan members could escape, then used a thunder evasion technique to break free. They simply couldn't stop him.

"Fellow Daoist Bian, what should we do next?" asked one of the Void Refinement cultivators.

"Even Senior Gu, a late-stage Void Refinement cultivator, was no match for him, and we couldn't hold him," Fellow Daoist Bian replied. "Forget it, let's rendezvous with Senior Gu and his group!"

The seven cleared the battlefield and then departed.

A continuous stretch of lush green mountains surrounded a valley with convenient access.

Wang Yimei lay in a massive crater, her aura weak and her face pale. Dozens of corpses, identifiable as Wang family members by their attire, lay scattered on the ground.

A tall, slender young man in a purple robe and a woman with a striking figure in a golden dress stood nearby, their faces contorted with murderous intent.

"Don't kill me! I can give you all my possessions," Wang Yimei pleaded, her expression one of utter terror.

They had encountered pursuing Lizardian forces during their escape, and all the other clan members had been slain.

She had only just managed to reach the Void Refinement stage and did not want to die here.

"I didn't realize the Wang family had cowards among them," the purple-robed young man sneered. "I thought all your clan members weren't afraid of death!"

"If we kill you, your possessions will still be ours," the woman in the golden dress said coldly. "Unless you pledge your loyalty to us, perhaps we can spare your life."

"The Old Ancestor would find out and kill me," Wang Yimei said cautiously, desperate to find a way out. "Please, suggest another condition." All she wanted now was to survive.

"We're very interested in your Wang family's Soul-Suppressing Roar. Teach us the cultivation method," the purple-robed young man said, a look of interest on his face.

"I haven't mastered the Soul-Suppressing Roar," Wang Yimei explained cautiously. "That's a secret art that only core disciples of our family can cultivate. I entered the Void Refinement stage relatively late, and my strength is average, so I'm not qualified to learn it." Even if she knew the Soul-Suppressing Roar, she wouldn't dare teach it to outsiders; if investigated, she would certainly face severe consequences.

"Hmph, if that's the case, what use are you?" The woman in the golden dress snarled, her face contorted with murderous intent, and was about to activate her Dharma Idol to eliminate Wang Yimei.

"Wait!" Wang Yimei quickly pleaded for mercy. "I know a lot of information, such as the military deployments of some strongholds." To survive, she had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.

She didn't mind if the enemies imposed a spiritual restraint on her. Once back, she could ask the Old Ancestor to lift it, and by telling the truth, she should be spared death.

"First, come back with us. You can refuse, but refusal means death," the purple-robed young man said, his tone icy. He then conjured a colossal purple-glowing pagoda, which emitted a stream of purple light that enveloped Wang Yimei.

Wang Yimei wore a bitter expression; the enemies clearly offered her no choice.

After a brief thought, she offered no resistance. Even ants cling to life, let alone cultivators.

The purple light enveloped Wang Yimei, drawing her into the colossal purple pagoda.

The purple-robed young man burned the corpses, collected the valuables, and then departed with the woman in the golden dress.

Golden Toad Valley was one of the seventy-two strongholds of the Lizardian race, stockpiling vast amounts of supplies and overseen by three Integration Stage cultivators. Frontline cultivators who earned merit points could visit Golden Toad Valley to exchange them for cultivation resources. Naturally, the most valuable items were stored in the Heavenly Lizard Mountain Range. Golden Toad Valley primarily stockpiled arrays, elixirs, array-forming materials, artifact-refining materials, alchemy ingredients, Dharma Idol crafting materials, and other supplies for convenient replenishment.

Yile had cultivated for over 20,000 years and possessed a mid-Integration Stage cultivation, serving as the overseer of this stronghold.

In the assembly hall, Yile and dozens of elders were holding a meeting. Besides the seventy-two strongholds directly controlled by the Lizardian race, various subordinate races also controlled numerous outposts. Bai Xuan led teams to raid these outposts; once the Lizardian race dispatched a large number of experts, Bai Xuan and his group would make a swift escape.

"Have the forces below quickly gather at—" Before Yile could finish, he pulled out an azure-glowing formation disc, channeled a hand seal into it, and a panicked male voice blared: "Trouble, Elder Yile! Sky Python Pond has been attacked by unknown experts from the Essence Fire Race! Requesting immediate support!"

Yile's brows furrowed. Just as he was about to speak, alarm bells blared outside, followed by rumbling sounds.

"Oh no! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" A chorus of panicked voices erupted from outside.

Yile's expression darkened, and he soared outside.

He flew high into the sky and looked outwards. His face fell as he saw a long, turbulent river surging toward them, obliterating mountain peaks in its path.

The river submerged tens of thousands of miles around, an immense and overwhelming spectacle.

Yile quickly manifested four constantly flashing crimson orbs, channeling a spell into each. The four orbs immediately glowed brightly, unleashing torrents of searing flames. After blurring into motion, they transformed into a thousand-zhang-long crimson fire dragon that lunged at the encroaching river.

The river water collided with the crimson fire dragon. The dragon let out a piercing shriek as its body dissipated, transforming back into four crimson orbs that shot backward.

The river crashed into the protective array with a dull thud. The array shook violently, warped, and shattered in an instant, allowing vast quantities of river water to surge into the stronghold.

Yile was stunned. A seventh-tier protective array couldn't even withstand a single attack?

"A Mahayana cultivator!" Yile exclaimed in horror.