Chapter 983: Joining Forces to Defeat the Enemy

On a vast plain, cries of battle filled the sky, accompanied by continuous roars. Various magical lights illuminated the ground and the void as tens of thousands of demonic beasts were locked in combat with cultivators. The ground was scarred with craters and littered with the corpses of both beasts and cultivators. Some injured beasts lay writhing, emitting pained cries, as the ground was stained blood-red.

Thousands of cultivators gathered in small groups, using formations to resist the demonic beasts' attacks. Dozens of colorful light barriers appeared across the plain.

Inside a pale green light barrier over a hundred zhang wide, Wang Mengyang and more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators had gathered, using a formation to attack the invading beasts.

Wang Mengyang originally belonged to the Intelligence Hall. He wasn't skilled in combat but excelled at social interaction. He had been tasked with infiltrating the Skywind Merchant Alliance and had even risen to the position of shopkeeper. Unexpectedly, the demon race launched an attack. He retreated with the high-level cultivators of the Skywind Merchant Alliance, but the demon race pursued them relentlessly.

He looked up at the sky, where colorful spiritual lights exploded. Nine Core Formation cultivators were battling Core Formation-stage half-demons. Currently, the human Core Formation cultivators were at a disadvantage because the half-demons were aided by third-tier demonic beasts, making them severely outnumbered.

Wang Mengyang and his companions were separated by tens of thousands of demonic beasts. If things continued as they were, they would all perish there.

A deafening roar echoed, and a crimson sun, fifty to sixty zhang wide, appeared high in the sky. A completely charred corpse plummeted from above. The body was draped in a tattered green robe, and five distinct bloody holes marred its chest, seemingly from a demonic bird's talons.

"Elder Sun!"

Wang Mengyang faintly recognized the deceased. Elder Sun was a Core Formation elder of the Skywind Merchant Alliance, with a cultivation level of Core Formation Stage Seven, yet he was no match for the half-demons.

Several shrill screams rang out successively, and more bodies fell from the sky. Besides two demonic beast corpses, the rest were cultivators.

"No, run!"

It was unclear who gave the command, but thousands of low-level cultivators successively dismantled their formations and scattered, attempting to break through the encirclement. Some fled underground, some flew on magical artifacts, and others rode spirit birds to escape.

Roar, roar, roar!

Tens of thousands of demonic beasts unleashed simultaneous magical attacks. Red fireballs, golden orbs, silver lightning, and various other magical lights flared up, interspersed with shrill screams. A significant number of cultivators perished in this wave of attacks.

Wang Mengyang summoned a colossal pangolin puppet beast, slipped inside it, and the pangolin puppet beast spun in place before burrowing underground.

Before the pangolin puppet beast had gone far, two massive yellow centipedes blocked its path.

Startled, Wang Mengyang quickly directed the pangolin puppet beast upwards, attempting to blend in with the low-level demonic beasts to escape.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive."

A middle-aged man with a pair of green feathered wings said coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Tens of thousands of demonic beasts surged like a tide towards the remaining cultivators.

Wang Mengyang remained hidden within the pangolin puppet beast. The surrounding low-level demonic beasts couldn't discern its true nature and did not attack him.

A series of shrill screams erupted as one cultivator after another met a tragic end under the relentless assault of the demonic beast horde. The roars were incessant.

Just then, a vast shower of colorful petals drifted down from the sky. A fierce wind rose, and these petals, like a surging tide, swept towards the Core Formation-stage half-demons.

As the petals passed, a piercing whooshing sound, like sharp weapons tearing through the void, filled the air.

The middle-aged man frowned at the incoming swarm of petals. He flapped his green feathered wings fiercely, stirring up a powerful gale. A green hurricane, over ten zhang tall, instantly surged forth to meet the petals, moving with great speed.

Boom!

A series of resounding booms followed as the colorful petals shattered the green hurricane, and visible shockwaves rippled outwards.

Specks of spiritual light appeared above the middle-aged man's head. Several spirit flowers, each several zhang wide, abruptly materialized. Their closed buds suddenly opened, revealing gaping, blood-red mouths lined with sharp teeth. These mouths savagely lunged at the middle-aged man.

"Spirit art!"

The middle-aged man's expression drastically changed. He fiercely flapped his green feathered wings, transforming into a green tornado tens of zhang high, which swept away into the distance. Several gigantic spirit flowers were caught in the green tornado and shredded to pieces.

A whooshing sound cut through the air as colorful sword light streaked across the sky, instantly appearing before the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had no escape. A green light barrier glowed around his body, and simultaneously, he conjured a misty green shield to block the attack.

A series of thunderous crashes ensued. The green shield was shattered by the colorful sword light, and the middle-aged man transformed back into a green tornado, flying rapidly into the distance.

Just then, golden specks of light glittered above the green tornado, forming a golden spirit flower several zhang wide. The golden spirit flower spun, emitting a golden glow that enveloped the green tornado, instantly bringing it to a halt.

A powerful wind arose, and countless petals shot forth, transforming midway into a colossal, multicolored blade that slashed viciously towards the middle-aged man.

A sharp whooshing sound echoed as two massive green giant eagles unleashed a barrage of green wind blades to meet the multicolored great blade.

With a loud bang, the multicolored great blade was shattered into pieces by the dense green wind blades.

A vast expanse of spiritual light illuminated the void, transforming into several gigantic man-eating flowers that opened their gaping, blood-red mouths to bite the two green giant eagles.

Simultaneously, a colossal green sword-dragon shot forth, lunging at the middle-aged man with devastating force.

Startled by the alarming aura emanating from the green sword-dragon, the middle-aged man's right hand transformed into an eagle's claw. He swiped at the empty space in front of him, and a green eagle's claw, several zhang wide, abruptly appeared above the green sword-dragon's head, seizing it. The green sword-dragon struggled fiercely.

Specks of red light glowed in the empty space in front of him, forming a red spirit flower several zhang wide. The red spirit flower spun, releasing a shower of crimson petals that struck the middle-aged man, exploding one after another and engulfing him in raging flames.

The green sword-dragon's light intensified, and the green eagle's claw shattered. The green sword-dragon, clawing and biting, charged into the sea of flames.

The middle-aged man was sent flying backward, his arms crossed defensively in front of him, both hands bleeding profusely.

Boom!

A deafening roar erupted as the middle-aged man was slammed into a low mound by the green sword-dragon. Innumerable green sword-qi savagely hacked at his body.

Wang Mengyang clearly saw the green sword-dragon's body shatter completely, eventually leaving behind a misty green flying sword that pinned the middle-aged man to the mound. The middle-aged man's eyes were dull, his breath gone; he had perished.

This Core Formation Stage Eight half-demon had fallen, facing the combined assault of over a dozen Core Formation cultivators.

"Look! It's people from the Taiyi Immortal Sect and the Myriad Blossom Palace!"

Someone shouted.

Wang Mengyang looked towards the horizon and saw a streak of green sword light sweeping across the sky. A clear-eyed man with sharp, sword-like eyebrows, dressed in a green robe, stood with his hands clasped behind his back atop the green sword light.

Beside the green-robed man, a young woman in a green dress stood upon a green spirit flower. Behind them were more than a dozen Core Formation cultivators.

The newcomers were precisely Wang Qingshan and Liu Meier's group, comprising twenty Core Formation cultivators.

The situation instantly turned. The Core Formation-stage half-demons scattered and fled. Wang Qingshan and his companions naturally wouldn't let them escape, as their hands were stained with the blood of human cultivators.

Wang Qingshan formed a sword seal with his fingers. The Azure Glaze Sword glowed brightly, transforming into a long green rainbow that shot directly towards a half-demon.

Liu Meier and the others were also busy, either unleashing spirit arts or manipulating magical treasures. Their numbers were more than double that of the Core Formation-stage half-demons, and they excelled at coordinated attacks. With the death of their leader, the half-demons were left without a head, undirected, fighting individually, and soon fell one after another into pools of blood.

The morale of the human cultivators soared, and they directed their magical artifacts to attack the demonic beasts.

With the help of Wang Qingshan and his group, most of the low-level demonic beasts were slain. A small number escaped, but they did not pursue them further.

"Fellow Daoist Wang's sword art is truly sharp! It has certainly opened my eyes," Liu Meier giggled, her ample bosom rising and falling, a sight that drew appreciative glances.