141: Chapter 141 War-torn Areas!

The White Cloud Temple defense zone.

Sun Mao stood atop a green Flying Sword, holding a stack of high-grade Talismans in his hand.

His gaze locked onto a Green-Haired Copper Corpse hammering at the light barrier. With a flick of his wrist, he threw out three Blazing Fire Talismans, which transformed into three fire dragons that tightly bound the copper corpse.

Under the intense heat, the copper corpse let out a shrill howl as its green fur turned to ash.

Sun Mao pointed his fingers like a sword, and a Flying Sword transformed into a streak of light, piercing through the copper corpse's eye socket and crushing its skull.

Not far away, Zhao Yanshan controlled a crimson copper mirror, which emitted a blinding red light.

As the red light swept past, over a dozen Qi Refinement Stage demonic Cultivators instantly self-ignited, turning into human torches rolling on the ground.

The Demonic Path Foundation Establishment Cultivator quickly moved to counterattack.

A demonic Foundation Establishment Cultivator shrouded in corpse energy targeted Sun Mao, lashing out fiercely with a white bone whip in an instant.

The long whip cracked in the air, carrying a nauseating, fishy wind.

Sun Mao dodged to the side, and the whip struck the city wall, sending stone fragments flying. The two instantly became locked in combat, their Magical Artifacts clashing in a series of life-threatening moves.

Outside the entire stretch of the city wall, a massive chaotic battle involving hundreds of Foundation Establishment Cultivator broke out.

Magic Treasures roared as afterimages intersected.

From time to time, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator's protective spiritual light would shatter, their chest pierced by an enemy's Magical Artifact, spilling blood across the sky as they fell beneath the city walls.

Blood, severed limbs, and shredded meat piled up like a mountain beneath the walls.

The thick scent of blood rose into the clouds, making one want to retch.

At the highest point of the city wall.

Shi Jian sat perched upon a massive stone platform, coldly looking down at this living hell.

He did not act rashly.

His five-zhang-tall purple-gold body lay in wait quietly, his surrounding thunder light restrained to the extreme.

In his eyes, the Human Race Cultivators below who were risking their lives—whether from the Righteous Path or the Demonic Path—were merely walking 'resources.'

"Boom!"

A few reckless Demonic Path Qi Refining Cultivators used a type of flying Magical Artifact, attempting to bypass the gap in the light barrier to launch a sneak attack on the city wall.

Shi Jian didn't even lift an eyelid. He casually swung his thick right claw.

"Crack!"

Five bolts of purple lightning descended from the sky, accurately striking the heads of those demonic Cultivators.

Without even letting out a scream, the several individuals were instantly charred to cinders, scattering with the wind.

In the shadows of the camp tents, Kuang Dou, who had shrunk to the size of an ordinary hound, and Shi Mo, who was the size of a common wild bear, were staring fixedly at the battlefield.

"It smells so good."

Shi Mo licked his lips, his dark golden eyes filled with greed.

To him, the corpses covering the ground and the scattered Magical Artifacts were a peerless feast.

"Don't be in a hurry; wait for more of them to die."

Kuang Dou lowered his voice, his tail stopping its wagging as his muscles tensed.

Meanwhile, hundreds of feet beneath the battlefield, another harvest was frantically underway.

Countless tunnels had already been dug directly beneath the demonic Cultivator army and the walls of Tianxu Pass.

On the surface, an Inner Sect Disciple of the Shangqing Sect had his heart pierced by a demonic Cultivator's Magical Artifact, his corpse crashing heavily into the mud.

A bulging Storage Pouch was still hanging from his waist.

Suddenly, the soil beneath the corpse loosened.

A sharp claw covered in red fur burst from the ground, accurately grabbing the corpse's ankle. It gave a violent tug!

With a 'shloop' sound, the corpse along with the Storage Pouch was instantly dragged underground, leaving only a tiny pit on the surface that was quickly trampled flat by other charging Cultivators.

Inside the underground tunnels, Elder Rat stood on a protruding rock, commanding thousands of giant rats.

"Quick! That demonic Foundation Establishment corpse with the Storage Pouch, drag it down!"

"That broken Flying Sword over there is also a second-tier Spiritual Material. Don't waste it, dig it out!"

"Keep the Human Race corpses and the demonic corpses in separate piles, and pack the Magical Artifacts into crates!"

The rat yao army worked like tireless worker ants, operating frantically underground.

The corpses of fallen Cultivators on the surface, the wreckage of dropped Magic Treasures, and ownerless Storage Pouches—as long as they hit the ground, they would be silently dragged away by claws reaching from below within ten breaths.

In this cruel national war, the Human Race Cultivators were bleeding desperately, while the Yao Race, beneath this meat grinder, was frantically devouring the dividends of war.

As time passed, the battle reached a fever pitch.

The city-protecting Formation of Tianxu Pass gradually dimmed under the continuous bombardment.

Among the thirty-six Formation towers, three had already exploded and ceased functioning due to exhausted Spirit Stones and overloaded Formation lines.

"Refill the Spirit Stones! Hurry, refill the Spirit Stones!"

The Formation Masters' eyes were bloodshot as they shouted themselves hoarse.

Just then, an extremely dangerous aura suddenly rose from behind the demonic Cultivator camp.

A White Bone Warship that had been hidden deep within the demonic clouds revealed its true form; its hull was incredibly broad, reaching several hundred zhang in size.

Inlaid at the front of the warship was a massive black skull.

The skull's eyes were hollow, and a heart-palpitating black-red light sphere was condensing in its mouth.

"That's... the Yin Corpse Sect's City-Destroying Weapon, the Netherworld Baleful Thunder!"

"It's a heavy treasure specifically used for breaking Formations!"

On the city wall, a Shangqing Sect Elder who recognized the object turned pale with shock.

"Quick! Attack it together!"

"Don't let that Baleful Thunder hit the Formation!"

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"Baleful Thunder!"

At the peak of the heavens, True Monarch Fang Yi's pupils shrank. That massive White Bone Warship hidden in the demonic clouds made his scalp tingle.

That was no ordinary Magical Artifact, but a heavy weapon of war that the Yin Corpse Sect had spent centuries refining using an entire third-tier Spiritual Vein and the souls of ten thousand Cultivators!

The power of a single strike was enough to threaten a Nascent Soul Cultivator. Although it could almost never hit one, it was sufficient to shatter the nodes of a fourth-tier Formation!

"Stop it!"

On the battlefield, three Golden Core Elders of the Shangqing Sect roared, their sword light surging as they prepared to charge recklessly toward the White Bone Warship.

However, five Demonic Path Golden Cores blocked their path like ghosts. Their Ten Thousand Soul Banners unfurled, and poisonous clouds and miasma covered the sky, firmly holding the three of them back.

"Hahaha!"

"Old Ghost Fang Yi, watch closely as your turtle shell is smashed to pieces!"

In the astral wind layer of the outer heavens, Heavenly Corpse Old Demon's wild laughter clearly reached the ears of everyone below...

Almost instantly, the atmosphere became heavy and oppressive.

On the battlefield below, the black-red light sphere in the mouth of the giant skull at the front of the White Bone Warship had expanded to dozens of zhang in size. A destructive aura spread like a tide, making it hard for people to breathe.

The space around the light sphere even began to show fine black cracks.

It's over!

This was the thought that simultaneously surfaced in the minds of all the Cultivators within Tianxu Pass.

Once the city-protecting Formation was broken, facing tens of thousands of wolf-like demonic Cultivators, they would become the ones being slaughtered.

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