300: Chapter 300: Annihilation!

[Thanks to Fellow Daoist "Happy Bird Feather" for the two Deity Certifications tips. I've been busy these past few days, so I didn't have time to add extra chapters. I'm making up for it today, 1/2]

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"Kill!!"

The order from Zixiao Peak was like detonating a volcano that had been suppressed for a thousand years.

Ten thousand yao roared, their voices shaking a hundred miles around.

Shi Pan transformed into a rock giant bear several Zhang tall, standing in mid-air with earthy-yellow yao force churning around him like a demon god.

He looked down at the White Cloud Temple below, which had already turned into a sea of blood. There was not a shred of pity in his eyes, only a long-suppressed fanaticism.

"The Old Ancestor has commanded: sack Ming Prefecture!"

Shi Pan roared to the heavens and swung his thick bear arm violently: "The five lineages of Dark Gold, Thunder Bear, Monolith, Frost-Snow, and Primordial shall each lead an army."

"The thirty-six tribes of Mushou Mountain shall mobilize in full force. Today, this Ming Prefecture is our Yao Race's hunting ground! The Yao Race shall be great once again today!!"

"Offer the blood of our enemies as a sacrifice to our Myriad Yao Mountain!!"

"Roar!!"

The mountains echoed in response.

Dense crowds of beastly figures surged from all over the Yunjian Mountain Range, converging into black torrents that crashed through the ruined mountain gate of the White Cloud Temple and swept out in all directions.

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Under the jurisdiction of the West Protectorate in Ming Prefecture, tens of millions of Mortals resided across a hundred cities.

The sky had darkened, and a certain city was brightly lit.

On the city walls, several guards of the Qi Refinement Stage were gathered, chatting idly, completely unaware of the earth-shattering changes happening in the outside world.

"Have you heard?"

"Over in Feng Prefecture, the sea yao have come ashore, and tens of millions of people have died."

"Who cares? We have the great Cultivators of the Shangqing Sect holding them off. It won't reach our Ming Prefecture."

Before the words could fully leave his mouth, the ground suddenly vibrated violently.

Stone bricks on the city wall began to fall rustlingly.

"What's going on? Is the Earth Dragon turning over?" The guard was filled with alarm and doubt as he poked his head out to look beyond the city.

In the next instant, his pupils shrank abruptly, and his entire body froze in place.

At the edge of the horizon, a dark, dense beast tide was advancing like a tsunami.

Charging at the very front were hundreds of massive Moon-Gazing Rhinos. Lined up in a row, their horns gleamed with silver light. With every stamp of their hooves, the earth trembled and wailed in agony!

"A beast... beast tide!"

Urgent tolling of bells pierced the night sky.

But it was all too late. When the herd of Moon-Gazing Rhinos slammed into this nameless small city like battering rams...

The defensive Formation, which was strong enough to withstand several Foundation Establishment Cultivators, lasted for a mere three breaths under the frenzied impact of hundreds of Yao Beasts before shattering with a loud bang.

The city walls collapsed, and dust soared into the sky.

"Kill!"

Shi Mo transformed into a dark-gold giant bear and leaped into the city.

With a single swipe of his paw, he shattered a watchtower, crushing the several panicked human Cultivators inside into pure mincemeat.

Following closely behind him were tens of thousands of yao wolves, Wind Rats, and Black Dogs.

They began an indiscriminate massacre!

The cries of Mortals, the screams of Cultivators, and the rumbles of collapsing houses intertwined into a symphony of death.

Just as the Old Ancestor of a Foundation Establishment Family soared into the sky, his Magical Artifact shining brilliantly as he tried to block the horde and slay the Yao Beasts—

"Vile beasts, die!"

A bolt of lightning shot out from the beast tide. A commander of the Thunder Bear Lineage closed the distance in an instant, opening his bloody maw and biting down on half of the Old Ancestor's body.

"Crack!"

Bones shattered, and blood sprayed wildly.

Before the Foundation Establishment Old Ancestor could even finish screaming, he was swallowed whole by the Thunder Bear.

"The flesh and blood in this city belong to our Thunder Bear Lineage!"

The Thunder Bear commander wiped the shredded flesh from the corner of his mouth and laughed wildly.

This great city, which held a population of several million, was completely turned into a living hell on earth in just half an hour...

The streets were littered with mangled corpses, and blood pooled into rivers, flowing down the drainage channels.

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It was not just the territory of the West Protectorate.

The South Protectorate, the Eastern Protectorate—all four regional protectorates under the jurisdiction of Ming Prefecture—along with hundreds of Mortal villages and towns, suffered devastating blows simultaneously.

The thirty-six tribes of Mushou Mountain displayed an even more terrifying destructive power.

Herds of Clear-Water Bulls broke through the dikes, causing river water to flood backward and submerge vast tracts of fertile fields and villages. Aquatic Yao Beasts darted through the floodwaters, dragging those Mortals struggling in the water down to the depths.

Yao Beasts of all kinds swept through the human territories, leveling countless villages and towns and turning them into continuous ruins.

In the eyes of the Yao Race, the Human Race kept them in captivity, pulling their tendons, skinning them, and using them for Alchemy and Artifact Refining.

They were Mortal enemies to begin with, a blood feud between their races.

Now that the tables were turned, they naturally had to vent all the resentment accumulated over tens of thousands of years, returning hatred with hatred and blood with blood!

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In the center of Ming Prefecture lay a grand cultivation city named 'Qingyang'.

This was the largest gathering place for Cultivators within Ming Prefecture, home to as many as a hundred thousand permanent Loose Cultivators, and it was also where a branch of the White Cloud Temple had taken root.

At this moment, Qingyang City was completely surrounded by an endless beast tide.

On the city walls, the light barrier of the Formation flickered frantically, on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

"Hold the line! Keep the Spirit Stones coming!"

The city lord was an elderly Golden Core Cultivator who was an Elder of the Shangqing Sect's branch. At this moment, his hair was disheveled and his eyes were bloodshot.

Looking at the dense, endless sea of Yao Beasts outside the city, his heart was filled with despair, and an intense feeling of unwillingness welled up within him.

"How could this be... Where is the White Cloud Temple?"

"And what about our sect's assistance? Why are there no reinforcements!"

The old man roared, but received no response.

Outside the city, Shi Pan coldly watched the swaying light barrier of the Formation.

"Truly a useless, desperate struggle."

Shi Pan raised his massive bear paw, and earthy-yellow light condensed in his palm, transforming into a hundred-zhang-wide illusory mountain.

"Break!"

The illusory mountain crashed down, slamming hard against the Formation's light barrier.

"Crack—Bang!"

The light barrier shattered instantly like fragile glass...

"The Formation is broken! Run!"

The Cultivators in the city completely broke down, fleeing in all directions on their Magical Artifacts.

"Kill! Leave none alive."

Shi Pan's tone was freezing cold, and the sky darkened instantly.

Countless avian Yao Beasts dived from the clouds, their sharp talons tearing through the Cultivators' protective spiritual light and knocking them out of mid-air.

On the ground, the beasts flooded into the city, killing anyone they saw and plundering everything in sight.

The Golden Core old Daoist roared and sacrificed his Lifebound Treasure, charging toward Shi Pan.

"This old man will fight you to the death!"

Shi Pan did not even spare him a glance, completely ignoring him. Immediately after, a massive cloud hand slapped down from the heavens.

The giant hand struck down. *Bang!*

The Golden Core Early Stage city lord, along with his Magic Treasure, was slapped into a cloud of blood mist, dissipating into the world...

"Lowly ants."

High in the sky, shrouded by layers of clouds and mist, the figures of White Crane and Shi Jian loomed indistinctly, holding dominion over this part of the world...

One human and one bear had set out with the beast tide, presiding over the middle of the horde.

Seeing Demon Lord White Crane take action, Shi Pan bowed respectfully toward the clouds, then continued to lead the beast horde into the city to slaughter!

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