With the addition of the four major sects, the tides of the battle started to tilt.
The old immortal crane was one against five. With a flap of its wings, gusts of wind howled and the clouds shifted. Dharmic powers were torrential as it fought with all its might, shrieking furiously.
As a pure-blooded ferocious bird, although the old immortal crane was old, its might was still there.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
The old immortal crane released a shocking demonic art and thousands of wings shot out from its body.
Scarlet flames burned on them and every single one of them was like an apocalyptic spear. Blazing with flames, they howled through the void and left behind thousands of holes!
"With my blood, I shall condense the Blood Curse Mirror!"
The Blood Crow Palace's Lord bit his fingertip and flicked out a drop of blood.
He waved the bone palm in his hand, guiding the drop of blood to draw a mysterious arc in the air.
The Blood Crow Palace's Lord chanted and a gigantic mirror made of blood water was formed in front of him!
The dense scarlet feathers sped over and collided against the mirror, creating waves of blood. The flames on the scarlet feathers were extinguished instantly.
The other four Void Reversions did not dare to be careless and defended with all their might.
Instantly, Dharmic powers surged and runes appeared, causing the world to tremble. Countless lights burst forth and illuminated the void, as though the firmaments had collapsed.
The demonic art this time round seemed to have depleted the old immortal crane's remaining lifeforce essence.
The old immortal crane's gaze was no longer as sharp as before and her eyes were dim.
Not far away from Misty Peak, there was an army of armored cultivators in the void. Every single one of them could stand in midair and wielded long spears with cold expressions.
This was an army formed by Jin Dan Perfected Beings!
In the middle of the army was a carriage.
Two people stood in front of the carriage, a man and a woman.
The middle-aged man wore yellow robes and frowned deeply. Looking at the battle above the clouds, he shook his head and sighed. "Xue 'er, as you wished, I brought you here. You've seen it with your own eyes as well. Misty Peak is doomed. "
The man and woman were none other than the emperor and Ji Yaoxue.
Ji Yaoxue could not help but ask, "Father, why aren't you helping? The Great Zhou Dynasty clearly has more than one Void Reversion expert holding down the fort!"
The emperor shook his head in silence.
Ji Yaoxue continued, "Moreover, I heard that there is still an ancestor of the Great Zhou Dynasty who is still alive. This ancestor is the Dharma Daojun!"
After the Void Return Realm was the Dharma Characteristic Realm.
Only after reaching the Void Reversion realm could one be called a Daoist, and only after reaching the Dharma Characteristic realm could one be called a Dao Lord!
The emperor remained silent for a moment before saying softly, "Xue 'er, the patriarch was the one who chose to stand by and do nothing."
"Why?!"
Ji Yaoxue questioned in disbelief, "Patriarch is the Dharma Daojun. How can he not be able to defeat a Void Reversion? What are you afraid of? "
"Sigh …"
The emperor heaved a long sigh. "Naturally, the patriarch can suppress the Palace Lord of Blood Crow Palace. But the main reason is that this person's identity is too sensitive. He is a member of the Ancient Nine Races … "
"So what if he's one of the Ancient Nine Races? Weren't they defeated by the ancient emperors of the human race in the ancient era?" Ji Yaoxue could not understand.
As though he had thought of something, a look of fear flashed through the depths of the emperor's eyes as he shook his head. "The strength of the Ancient Nine Races is far beyond your imagination!"
"If the experts of the Ancient Nine Races are truly provoked, the entire North Region of Tianhuang Mainland will be in for a catastrophe, let alone the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
"Back then, the Great Ancestor had personally witnessed and experienced such a calamity …"
The emperor paused for a moment and did not continue. "I hope that Su Zimo has already left Misty Peak."
…
On the other side, two beautiful women with graceful figures were hidden in the ancient forest.
One of them was slightly older but there were no traces of age on her face. Instead, she exuded a mature and seductive aura from head to toe.
The other wore a long pink dress and a veil, looking like a young girl.
"Auntie Gu, Su Zimo hasn't come out yet. He's most likely not in Misty Peak and has already left," The girl in pink said gleefully.
The two of them were the chief steward of Sky Treasure Auction House, Gu Xi, and Demoness Ji of the fiend sects.
"That had better be the case. Under such circumstances, Su Zimo will definitely die if he appears!"
Gu Xi's expression was unchanged. "The Palace Lord of Blood Crow Palace is from the witch race and the witch race is one of the Primordial Nine Races! The catastrophe ten thousand years ago left a deep impression on the entire Cultivation World. "
"Let alone the patriarch of the Great Zhou Dynasty, even the immortal, Buddhist and fiend sects have reservations and are unwilling to provoke someone from the Primordial Nine Races."
Demoness Ji shook her head. "That's not necessarily the case. That senior of the fiend sects definitely isn't afraid of anything."
Pausing for a moment, she tugged at Gu Xi's sleeves and asked, "Auntie Gu, didn't you send the news over? What did that senior say?"
"What else can he say?"
Gu Xi pursed her lips. "That person is cold and heartless. His heart didn't waver at all when he heard the news. Don't pin your hopes on him."
…
Misty Peak. The battle was getting more intense.
On the Nascent Soul battlefield, Patriarch Ling Yun was already at perfected Nascent Soul realm and was only a step away from entering the Void Reversion realm. His combat strength was terrifying as he stood at the front, holding on bitterly.
The Jin Dan and Foundation Establishment battlefields were completely defeated!
Nien Qi was exhausted and pale as he sprawled on little crane's body – it would be difficult for him to recover within a short period of time.
The Foundation Establishment Cultivators of Blood Crow Palace and the other four sects surged over like a massive flood, charging at the Foundation Establishment camp of Misty Peak repeatedly.
During this period of time, some of the smaller sects and itinerant cultivators within the territory of Great Zhou took the opportunity to join the battle as well, ready to take advantage of the chaos.
Without Nien Qi, the Foundation Establishment Cultivators of Misty Peak retreated continuously, leaving behind a ground littered with corpses.
Blood flowed like rivers in an extremely tragic manner!
On the Jin Dan battlefield, the situation was even more critical!
Jin Dan Perfected Beings of Misty Peak died one after another.
True Fire Sect's Sima Zhi controlled four flaming flying swords and streaked through the crowd, leaving streaks of scorching sword qi behind.
"Where's that little beast, Su Zimo? Is he still hiding?" Now that the outcome was set, Sima Zhi reared his head and laughed gleefully.
Controlling his flying swords, Perfected Being Cang Lang's narrow eyes shone with a cold glint as he remarked coldly, "For the sake of a single Foundation Establishment Cultivator, Su Zimo, your entire Misty Peak is going to be buried with him!"
His words threw Misty Peak, which had already been retreating, into chaos.
"F * ck your mother's bullsh * t!"
The disheveled old man had a bad temper and cursed.
However, right after, the disheveled old man was distracted for a moment and Perfected Being Cang Lang slashed open a wound on his chest, causing blood to flow profusely.
Xuan Yi summoned the Eight Tribulations Sword Formation and had to use all his strength to save the disheveled old man.
"Fufu, open your eyes wide and take a look."
Perfected Being Cang Lang pointed to the Foundation Establishment battlefield beneath his feet and sneered, "Your Misty Peak Foundation Establishment Cultivators are almost all dead!"
Xuan Yi, the disheveled old man and the others felt their hearts skip a beat.
On the ground, Nien Qi and the others retreated time after time and were already at the foot of the sect.
Of the 2,000 Foundation Establishment Cultivators, there were only a few hundred left who were still fighting bitterly.
All of them were injured and panting heavily – they could no longer hold on.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Right then, ten dark beams of light tore through the air from behind the sect with a shuddering sound.
The ten dark beams of light streaked through and a terrifying air current surged, tearing apart the green bricks on the ground. The mud was overturned and ten long ravines appeared!
A green-robed cultivator had a sharp gaze and killing intent. Wielding a moon-white gigantic bow, he flapped his spirit wings and charged over with a shocking aura!
End of Chapter 1
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