Chapter 3142: 3124 Plan

While the Witchcraft Clan's spells are indeed formidable, they require casting time. The Soul Suppressing Roar can disrupt their cultivators' spellcasting, making it a significant bane for them.

Since joining the war, Wang Qingshan has slain six Integration cultivators, including one at the Mid-Integration stage. His title, "Azure Lotus Sword Master," has now spread throughout the Azure Glaze Sea Region.

With a single gesture, Wang Qingshan summoned a green jade bottle, which flew towards him.

Submitting the Nascent Souls and corpses of Witchcraft cultivators could be exchanged for merit points.

Witnessing this, a burly man in a blood-red shirt visibly paled.

Countless blood-red runes emerged on his body, while a deafening thunderclap echoed from high above. A massive golden lightning bolt then descended from the heavens, striking the man in the blood-red shirt.

Following a tremendous roar, the man in the blood-red shirt was engulfed by the golden lightning.

As the lightning dissipated, the man in the blood-red shirt was nowhere to be seen.

A cluster of golden lightning illuminated the space, revealing a stunning young woman in a golden dress. Her skin was like alabaster, her eyes bright, and her teeth pearly white. Her body was enveloped by countless golden electrical arcs, and a pair of golden feathered wings adorned her back.

This was Fairy Qianlei, Han Yuyan, an Early Integration cultivator. She was a newly ascended Integration cultivator of the Han family, having reached this stage over two millennia ago.

Under the protection of True Monarch Wanhai, the Han family had flourished.

"He used a blood escape technique again to flee," she scoffed. "Is it faster than my lightning escape technique?"

Han Yuyan's expression grew cold. With a powerful flap of the golden feathered wings on her back, countless golden electrical arcs surged forth, transforming into a streak of golden lightning that vanished instantly.

Wang Qingshan collected the Witchcraft cultivator's corpse and storage ring, choosing not to pursue.

The man in the blood-red shirt was proficient in blood-based divine abilities, capable of contaminating even Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasures. Wang Qingshan's two natal flying swords had been defiled, their spiritual essence damaged, and would require the Azure Lotus True Flame to restore them.

Even a cornered rabbit will bite. Wang Qingshan was wary of pushing his enemies too hard, and he also wished to avoid drawing excessive attention to himself from the Witchcraft Clan.

Since the war began, the human race in the Azure Glaze Sea Region has lost over twenty Integration cultivators, including one at the Late Integration stage. The Witchcraft Clan has suffered even heavier losses among their Integration cultivators and has relinquished considerable territory. In this conflict, where three clans face four, the human race's superior strength has placed the Witchcraft Clan under immense pressure.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, a cluster of golden lightning illuminated the area, and Fairy Qianlei reappeared.

"Madam Han, did you catch him?" Wang Qingshan inquired.

"I did," Fairy Qianlei replied casually. "His blood-based divine abilities were indeed potent, but I still managed to finish him off."

To date, the Han family had lost seven Integration cultivators and suffered one severe injury, leaving them greatly depleted and in need of considerable time to recover their strength.

"Let's go back now," Fairy Qianlei suggested.

Fairy Qianlei and Wang Qingshan flew back the way they came, disappearing into the horizon.

Jinteng Island, originally under the control of the Witchcraft Clan, possessed a seventh-tier spirit vein. After human experts captured it, the island was repurposed as a front-line command post, accumulating substantial resources and a significant number of skilled cultivators.

In the island's southeastern corner stood a secluded small courtyard with green tiles.

Wang Qingfeng, Dong Xueli, Wang Huanyu, Wang Lei, and Wang Xiangrong were seated in a green stone pavilion, enjoying tea and casual conversation.

They too had engaged in combat with Witchcraft cultivators, slaying several. However, they spent more time in the rear, exchanging insights or sparring with other Void Refinement cultivators.

Just then, Wang Tunian entered, his expression grave.

"Cui Yao and her companions' physical bodies have been destroyed," Wang Tunian announced gravely. "Only their Nascent Souls remain."

Wang Tunian then produced five exquisite jade caskets and handed them to Wang Xiangrong.

The Dark Hall had two Void Refinement cultivators stationed in the Azure Glaze Sea Region. Ostensibly unrelated to the Wang family, they had been conscripted when the war began and assigned missions to fight against the Witchcraft cultivators.

Not long ago, Cui Yao was tasked with assaulting a Witchcraft Clan stronghold. Though Witchcraft cultivators destroyed her physical body, her Nascent Soul thankfully escaped. Furthermore, several other clan members at the Soul Transformation stage also had their bodies destroyed, but their Nascent Souls survived.

Wang Xiangrong frowned and inquired about the details of the incident, to which Wang Tunian replied truthfully.

They had previously been unable to contact Cui Yao. With the war underway, large numbers of cultivators were being conscripted to the front lines. Sometimes, they might be rerouted to another stronghold mid-journey or assigned to specific missions, making communication exceedingly difficult.

Unlike Xuanling Continent, Cui Yao's available resources were limited here. Many Dark Hall spies had been conscripted to fight, resulting in heavy casualties.

Even if they claimed to be from the Azure Lotus Wang family, others might not believe them. Many cultivators were feigning identities to avoid combat, making verification extremely difficult.

As Wang Changsheng's son, Wang Qingfeng was highly recognizable. This contrasted with the Dark Hall spies, whose identities were often met with skepticism even when revealed.

Wang Xiangrong opened one of the green jade caskets, and a miniature Nascent Soul, strikingly similar in appearance to Cui Yao, floated out.

"We will find you a suitable body for transmigration," Wang Xiangrong reassured her.

"Ideally, it would be a Witchcraft cultivator," Cui Yao suggested. "If we could use this opportunity to embed someone within the Witchcraft Clan, it might prove to be of significant strategic value."

"The Spirit Fusion Great Art has a low success rate," Wang Qingfeng cautioned with a frown. "Attempting this could result in your complete demise."

"I've researched it," Cui Yao countered, "and with careful execution, the success rate is quite favorable. This is the optimal moment to infiltrate the Witchcraft Clan; once the war concludes, it will be far more difficult to sneak in."

With many Witchcraft cultivators currently missing or deceased, it would be simpler to introduce a new operative, making verification challenging for them.

"If it fails, you will cease to exist," a deep male voice interjected. "Are you certain you wish to proceed?"

As the words faded, Wang Qingshan entered the room, his expression grave.

"I am willing to try," Cui Yao stated with conviction. "Some things simply require someone to do them, and I refuse to believe success is impossible." Cui Yao's tone was resolute.

As the head of the Dark Hall in the Azure Glaze Sea Region, Cui Yao consistently demonstrated daring in her actions.

"Since your mind is made up," Wang Qingshan said, nodding, "we will make the necessary arrangements."

Witch God Island, Witchcraft Clan Territory.

Wu Li sat on the main seat, her brows deeply furrowed.

Shang Jiao and over a hundred clan elders stood nearby, their expressions a mix of emotions.

The Witchcraft Clan had sustained significant losses and could not continue fighting.

"According to our statistics," Shang Jiao reported, "we have currently lost thirty-four Integration cultivators, while eliminating forty-five enemy Integration cultivators. Seven Integration cultivators are missing and presumed dead, seven hundred and thirty-two Void Refinement cultivators have fallen, and over two hundred Void Refinement cultivators remain unaccounted for."

Wu Li's brows tightened. "It appears we must conclude this war as swiftly as possible," she stated. "Continuing to fight will only lead to more casualties with no tangible benefits."

The four clans had persistently demanded that the Witchcraft Clan surrender the mid-grade seventh-tier Nine-Colored Worm. However, the Witchcraft Clan simply did not possess it and therefore could not comply.

"The Old Ancestor intends to act personally," Shang Jiao said with a look of concern.

"Rest assured," Wu Li said solemnly, "they will not find it easy to kill me. If I do not make an appearance now, our losses will only mount further." Wu Li spoke in a grave tone, issuing several commands. She dispatched envoys to contact the Grand Ascension cultivators of the Wind Falcon and Barbarian Clans. Simultaneously, the Witchcraft Clan began to consolidate its forces, abandoning some remote outposts and reinforcing the defenses of critical strongholds. Capitalizing on this, the human race pressed its advantage, slaying numerous Witchcraft cultivators in their pursuit.