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At a certain moment, just when Xunuo was about to give up, the Gengjin Wutu Sword suddenly dimmed and fell to the ground with a clang. It was at this moment that Xunuo realized the formation had closed up again, completely severing the aura within. The Gengjin Wutu Sword had lost control only under the dual isolation of magical power and Divine Sense. Xunuo quickly released Zhao Yihe and strengthened the isolation power of the formation's inner space. Due to this brief lapse, two Cultivators managed to break through the Spatial Barrier between them and began working together to dismantle the formation.
Fortunately, the Long-Browed Cultivator was severely injured and had completely lost combat capability. With both of his magical artifacts discarded outside the formation, he could only raise an earthen wall to protect himself completely. Seeing the Long-Browed Cultivator in such a weakened state eased Xunuo's mind, and he immediately signaled Thunderstorm and Liu Canghai to attack like a pack of wolves, ensuring that he had no time to recover from his injuries. In fact, at this moment, the Long-Browed Cultivator's Vitality had diminished significantly; it was difficult for him to even resist, let alone survive.
Thunderstorm's Azure Void Earth Hammer shattered his earthen wall in just a few strikes, allowing Liu Canghai to seize the opportunity and behead the Elder with Long Eyebrows. At this point, all three of them truly sighed in relief: the battle should be nearing its end.
Only then did they have time to look at Zhao Yihe. He had returned to his normal form but appeared weak and dispirited, kneeling on the ground with his shoulder propped against a large rock as he vomited continuously. The constant shifting earlier had not caused him to faint due to his robust physique; Xunuo knew he could not have endured such a degree of movement. This made Xunuo gaze at him with added astonishment.
With two major enemies gone, the formation's various functions were enhanced. Xunuo could also utilize the formation's teleportation power to separate the two gathered Cultivators once more. However, each additional isolated space would weaken the formation's power. Moreover, since these two could not cause much trouble, Xunuo decided to ignore them for now and focus on eliminating the isolated Golden Spiritual Root Cultivator. Thunder Law was particularly effective against enemies, so Xunuo naturally conjured a storm of Thunder Balls in his space that rained down relentlessly. Simultaneously, at Xunuo's whistle, Thunderstorm and Liu Canghai unleashed their magical artifacts and charged towards the Golden Spiritual Root Cultivator. The weaknesses in his strong offense and weak defense were now glaringly obvious. Although he summoned a Copper Basin Artifact to shield himself, which seemed designed specifically for defending against Thunder Law attacks, the Thunder Balls struck it with thunderous roars but caused no significant damage. However, Thunderstorm's Azure Void Earth Hammer smashed through the Copper Basin Artifact's glow with one blow, indicating that it could not hold out for long.
Liu Canghai felt that he lacked Thunderstorm's overwhelming presence, so he maneuvered his Flying Sword around the Copper Basin Artifact, specifically targeting its defensive gaps for a fierce strike before retreating immediately without engaging further. In an instant, this Foundation Stage Cultivator found himself flustered and overwhelmed, caught in a precarious situation.
Suddenly, Xunuo reached out and pulled a Sound Transmission Talisman from thin air. Rubbing it with his fingers, he transmitted Mei Sanli's urgent voice: "Tuba Five has failed; I'm bringing five Cultivators over. How is your situation? Can you hold?"
Xunuo did not shield this transmission, so everyone else heard it clearly; both Thunderstorm and Liu Canghai's expressions changed drastically. Without hesitation, Xunuo took out another Sound Transmission Talisman and simply wrote "Can" before sending it off. Although Xunuo was too weak to strike hard again, with Thunderstorm and Liu Canghai assisting him, the formation could still exert most of its power; they should be able to eliminate three opponents without much trouble in a short time. Without confirming whether they had secured the Foundation Pill or not, Xunuo could only take the risk of luring their opponents over.
Mei Sanli’s group was indeed facing misfortune upon misfortune. From their encirclement of Tuba Five’s team, two cultivators were dispatched separately to assist two other Merchant Alliance Delegations. Although these two routes were quite distant from each other, they were not entirely divergent; they could travel together for part of their journey. However, as they approached Mei Sanli’s ambush point, they suddenly sensed intense fluctuations in magical energy—a beam of light shooting straight up into the sky made their hearts race with alarm; without hesitation, they changed direction towards where the light shone brightly. Even a fool could see that an earth-shattering battle was occurring there.
This beam of light shot up from the base of Mountain Valley, forming a golden pillar nearly ten feet tall that churned up the gray mist within Mountain Valley violently. Inside this pillar stood two Cultivators who seemed ready to escape from Fog Sea at any moment by riding their swords upward. Not far away, Mei Sanli suddenly revealed a sinister smile on his face as he clenched his fists tightly. The seemingly indestructible golden pillar suddenly dimmed as gray mist surged into it like nothingness. The two Cultivators cried out in shock as they hastily urged their escape light upward along the pillar.
An eerie scene unfolded: as gray mist entered the pillar, it rose rapidly alongside it until the entire pillar transformed into one of gray mist instead. The mist continuously flowed into the pillar without leaking outwards at all, completely enveloping both cultivators inside—there was no escape or plan left for them. Within just three breaths' time, their escape lights abruptly halted as their bodies fell uncontrollably downward. The pillar then collapsed into a towering column of gray mist reaching up into the sky. In that moment when the golden pillar dissipated, it resembled a tower collapsing from its base—straight down it crumbled while stirring up heavy waves of gray mist.
The two cultivators stationed at either end of Mountain Valley leaped into the air, skillfully avoiding the waves of gray mist. Mei Sanli fixed his gaze on the Spiked Behemoth hovering above Mountain Valley, both he and the beast soaring high into the sky.
At the bottom of Mountain Valley, two cultivators who had just flown away on their swords were now reduced to a shapeless mass. Clearly, they had perished before they could land, their vitality extinguished. Beside them lay a cultivator known as Purple Sun, but his condition was far worse; his head had been completely crushed. It seemed that his desperate charge had yielded no results. The three cultivators, including the peak Foundation Establishment Stage Middle-Aged Black-Faced Cultivator, stared blankly at the scene in front of, their faces pale as if mourning a loss.
The previous strike had been a self-detonation of a magical artifact by the Middle-Aged Black-Faced Cultivator, combined with the powers of the other two cultivators to open a secret passage. Unexpectedly, it had ended in failure. This secret technique consumed immense amounts of mana and required significant sacrifices in cultivation, leaving them disheartened. They had resorted to such desperate measures because the formation was being eroded by the gray mist and could not hold for long; they had to take risks to break through. Now that all methods had been tried without success, was it truly going to end here? The faces of the three reforms were filled with despair.
Mei Sanli looked somewhat dazed at Mountain Valley, clearly suffering from the aftereffects of consuming Heavenly Fragrance Jade Dew. The dew made him feel manic yet more sensitive. Suddenly, he turned his head in one direction and coldly said, “Tuba Five has failed; we need to retreat to another ambush point.”
The Disguised White-Haired Elder remained silent, tapping a peculiar storage pouch at his waist. With a whoosh, a giant bird several yards long flew out from within. The three reforms leaped onto the bird, which flapped its wings and soared into the sky, quickly disappearing into the horizon.
Meanwhile, on another side, two cultivators riding Flying Swords swiftly approached Mountain Valley. One glanced down and said, “Poisonous herbs severing souls.” The other was about to summon a magical artifact to test the gray mist when cold sweat broke out on his forehead, prompting him to retract his artifact immediately.
The characteristic of this poison was well-known; nothing could escape its reach. Even if a magical artifact were tainted by it, its spiritual essence would greatly diminish and be extremely difficult to cleanse. As this cultivator retracted his artifact, he took out several Tracking Talismans and tossed them into the air to collect traces of Mei Sanli and others' mana. The other cultivator unleashed several Thunder Laws but failed to penetrate the gray mist. Frowning slightly, he slapped his storage pouch and produced three Thunder Balls, pinching them between his fingers before tossing each one into the gray mist. These Thunder Balls possessed unparalleled lightning power and instantly pierced through the mist, creating a momentary gap that connected both sides' energies. In unison, they exclaimed, “Down below.”
This cultivator then took out five more Thunder Balls and threw them into the mist according to plan, creating an even larger opening. As soon as this gap appeared, a white light shone from within the gray mist, and in the next moment, three pale-faced and disheveled cultivators emerged above Mountain Valley. The Middle-Aged Black-Faced Cultivator glanced at them with frustration and said, “Where did they run off to?”
The two cultivators who had reached the bottom of Mountain Valley understood why the Middle-Aged Black-Faced Cultivator was so upset. One pointed in a direction without speaking. The Middle-Aged Black-Faced Cultivator shouted angrily, “Chase!” He summoned a flying shuttle artifact and propelled himself toward that direction with great speed. The other four cultivators exchanged glances and furrowed their brows before closely following behind him.
The cultivators who escaped from Mountain Valley were clearly in poor condition. However, their rescuers also seemed to be in dire straits; both were injured. The Black-Faced Cultivator and his companions felt puzzled by this situation and asked along the way only to learn that all three routes had encountered attacks simultaneously; only one route managed to corner their ambushers while no news came from the other two routes. Moreover, these three cultivators were fleeing toward the path leading back to Cloud City where another group of cultivators was located. The five cultivators immediately realized that those ahead intended to lead them into a trap. They quickly spread out in a fan shape and pursued closely.
Xunuo strengthened the attack power of the formation after transmitting sound to Mei Sanli. It took some time to kill the Golden Spiritual Root Cultivator; however, once only two cultivators remained within the formation's confines, there was no longer any resistance against its power. With full force unleashed for slaughtering techniques, it took mere moments to eliminate the remaining two cultivators. Zhao Yihe had not made any moves during this time; he seemed drained of mana entirely. The White-Browed Elder's Gengjin Wutu Sword happened to fall at his feet; as he regained some clarity, his first action was to grab this Intermediate Magical Artifact.
Thunderstorm and Liu Canghai watched with fiery eyes; even Xunuo felt somewhat envious. However, in such battles over spoils of war, whatever fell into someone's hands belonged solely to them unless there was prior agreement—such as with this Foundation Pill they sought; no one dared claim it alone for fear of inciting collective wrath. Thunderstorm stubbornly seized another piece of loot: a Yellow Silk Umbrella. Seeing this made Liu Canghai even more anxious as he scratched his head in frustration.
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