Immortal Path Space

After ten cultivators who had consumed Python-Serpent Pills joined forces to tear through three formidable White Tiger Demonic Beasts, their strength had slightly diminished.

Without uttering any grandiose words, these ten individuals, after slaying the three-tier Demonic Beasts, used their remaining strength to clear more obstacles for their comrades.

Every moment they spent now was precious, as it was bought at the cost of burning all of their resources, making every ounce of their energy even more invaluable.

Their current attacks still far exceeded those of late-stage Foundation Building cultivators. Each strike could instantly turn a large group of Demonic Beasts within a range of one to two yards into shredded meat, splattering in all directions.

With the ten powerful individuals paving the way, those behind them found it much easier to progress, and the pace of the group quickened.

In a short time, they had covered nearly a mile within the sea of beasts.

At this point, the ten cultivators in the front had hair turned snow-white, their muscles had begun to wither, wrinkles covered their faces, and their attacking prowess had dropped to that of Qi Cultivation stage cultivators.

"Brothers, I'll go ahead. Look after my family!" one of the cultivators, aware of his imminent demise, shouted and charged straight into the horde of Demonic Beasts. He tightly gripped the neck of one Demonic Beast, refusing to let go.

The Demonic Beast tried desperately to shake him off but couldn't succeed.

At that moment, a Flying Sword descended, beheading the Demonic Beast. However, the cultivator had already been swallowed by the Beast Tide.

Seeing this, the other nine followed suit, rushing recklessly toward the Beast Tide, without hesitation.

"They're mad! These people are all lunatics!" The cultivators on the city wall couldn't comprehend their actions.

In their eyes, nothing in this world could make them willingly sacrifice their lives.

Qi Shaoqing was among the group, struggling to fend off the Demonic Beasts attacking him, narrowly escaping danger several times.

The Foundation Building cultivators who had followed him initially had protected him, but now, each of them was struggling to protect themselves, and two of them had already perished.

Now, when he faced danger, most of his subordinates pretended not to notice. Fortunately, his grandfather had given him several life-saving treasures, allowing him to endure without injuries.

Seeing the ten individuals simultaneously consuming the Python-Serpent Pills and comparing it to his situation, he couldn't help but feel a sense of injustice.

After the ten had sacrificed themselves, the group's progress slowed down once again. They still needed to travel about two more miles within this sea of beasts to reach the city wall of the second defense line.

Demonic Beasts occasionally broke through the line formed by the group, infiltrating the crowd. Because everyone's attention was focused on the outer Demonic Beasts, some cultivators within the group lost their lives due to insufficient vigilance.

At this point, the cultivators on the city wall were no longer mocking them as before.

They watched as wave after wave of the Beast Tide surged toward the small team below, turning into a bloody rain, with the same pattern repeating in the rear.

Just then, the cultivators on the city wall saw three large Flying Boats soaring out from behind them. They passed over the city wall and headed straight for the Beast Tide below.

As a Golden Core cultivator stood on the leading Flying Boat, the two Flying Boats approached the Beast Tide. From the Flying Boat, six to seven hundred Spiritual Weapons were launched with tremendous force, pounding the Beast Tide below.

In no time, they created a gap in the Beast Tide, but a large swarm of demonic birds flew toward them from the sky.

At this moment, the Golden Core cultivator at the forefront of the Flying Boat opened his mouth and produced a black wooden ruler with flames dancing around it. He split the ruler in two, then in four...

The wooden ruler transformed into countless ruler-shaped shadows that enveloped the surrounding demonic birds.

Every bird struck by the ruler turned into a fiery ball, plummeting downward with gruesome cries.

After dealing with the birds, the cultivators on the Flying Boat focused their efforts on slaying the Demonic Beasts below. Wherever the Flying Boat passed, limbs of Demonic Beasts scattered.

With the assistance of the two inner Flying Boats, Luo Zhongjie's group accelerated their progress and headed towards the Flying Boats.

As the two sides drew closer, Qi Shaoqing spotted the Golden Core Elder on the Flying Boat and urgently called out, "Senior Muli, save me!"

He felt that he could no longer hold on; his spiritual power was depleted, and when he saw the rescue arriving, he couldn't muster the strength to persevere any longer.

The Golden Core Elder, seeing Qi Shaoqing below, leaped and transformed into a streak of light, diving toward him.

While he didn't particularly care about Qi Shaoqing, the face of a Nascent Soul cultivator's descendant was not something to be disregarded.

In the midst of the crowd, he grabbed Qi Shaoqing and flew up to the Flying Boat.

However, this action attracted the attention of the third-tier Demonic Beasts within the Beast Tide.

Several third-tier Demonic Beasts were already flying toward them.

The Golden Core cultivator, carrying Qi Shaoqing, swiftly entered the Flying Boat.

The third-tier Demonic Beasts that had been lured turned furious and attacked the Flying Boat.

There was also a fish-like third-tier Demonic Beast flying towards the group below.

Coincidentally, the direction of this Demonic Beast's charge happened to be where Wang Hong was positioned.

At this moment, the cultivators within the group had no time to fend off the attacks of other Demonic Beasts. They focused all their efforts on controlling their Spiritual Weapons to intercept this Demonic Beast.

However, the speed of this Demonic Beast was unmatched by Foundation Building and Qi Cultivation cultivators. They couldn't catch up with its speed.

Wen Lan, who stood by Wang Hong's side, rushed forward to block the beast. Their immense collision left Wen Lan on the ground with most of his bones shattered.

Although Wen Lan, as a body-refining cultivator, had also been hurt, the Demonic Beast was feeling a bit dizzy at this point.

At this moment, hundreds of magical weapons from the group above finally caught up to it, and taking advantage of its dizziness, they all struck it.

Simultaneously, in the air, the Flying Boat endured attacks from the Demonic Beasts. It had already reached their position, and hundreds of Spiritual Weapons were directed toward the third-tier Demonic Beast.

The Demonic Beast, still disoriented, suffered attacks from hundreds of Foundation Building cultivators and was slain on the spot.

With the protection of the two Flying Boats from above, the group easily carved a path through the Beast Tide, escaping the pursuit of the Demonic Beasts. They finally entered the second line of defense.

When they initially broke out of the mountain cave, there were over a thousand people. Now, only a bit over five hundred remained.

Among the remaining, there were about ten led by Qi Shaoqing, and then there were some Treasure Hunters like Fu Li, totaling around thirty to forty individuals.

In this battle, the Qi Cultivation cultivators suffered the most casualties, with only around three hundred survivors, all of whom had now pledged loyalty to Wang Hong.

The aftermath of the Python-Serpent Pill, the sacrifices made by his subordinates to protect Wang Hong—Qi Shaoqing couldn't help but be amazed.

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