The devil coalition forces retreated all the way into the crack in the space and wanted to seal the crack, but how could the people of Yi Yuan School let them do as they wished, especially Wu Potian and the others, who had just experienced the pain of losing their old head, and now, they were enduring the pain of losing their old head and were now venting all their anger, quickly killing all the devils who were guarding near the crack.
Wu Potian was like a god who had descended from the heavens, chopping melons and vegetables along the way, beheading several legendary experts in succession. Wu Potian's aura was formidable and terrifying and he was already half a step into the sage realm. In addition to the dead devil shadow of the sage realm, the devil coalition forces couldn't find a single expert who could stop Wu Potian. This time, Yi Yuan School was burning with anger because the enemy forces had attacked right at their doorstep.
Ye Xiwen rushed all the way to the Qianyu peak and entered the space crack. This Qianyu peak was specially made for him as a pro-disciple, and when all the ordinary floating peaks were launched, its power was no less than the full power of an ordinary legendary master. Not to mention, Ye Xiwen's Qianyu peak was even comparable to the terrifying might of a legendary master. Yi Yuan School had been established for thousands of years, but only pro-disciples were qualified to own a top-level battle fortress. Of course, there were not many pro-disciples in the history of Yi Yuan School.
One must know that building such a fortress was much more difficult than training warriors of the same level, and the resources consumed were almost ten times more.
However, these battle fortresses usually didn't show their true strength, but at the most critical moment, they played a huge role. Just now, the members of Taishang elder group were not present, so it was thanks to these battle fortresses that they were able to withstand the surprise attack of the legendary experts of the devil coalition forces.
Under Ye Xiwen's command, Qianyu peak unceasingly swept away the devil experts along the way.
They rushed all the way into the crack, and at the other end of the crack, there was a valley, covering an area of at least thousands of square kilometers. Although Ye Xiwen didn't know where this place was in Great Yue State, but he knew that it was certainly the base of the devil race.
Sure enough, not far away, the entire valley was boiling. Many experts of the Devil Race rose up, and many war machines were pushed out. Beams of demonic light swept over.
The entire Qianyu peak was protected by a halo of light. Although it would consume a lot of spiritual veins, but it was not a matter of a little Lingqi. A battle would certainly consume more than one spiritual vein, so even though this battle fortress was very useful, it was not necessary to build too many of them. Even with the resources of Yi Yuan School, they would not be able to afford to build too many of them.
"Boom!" The terrifying attack instantly hit Qianyu Peak's halo, causing the entire Qianyu Peak to shake.
"Charge in!" As soon as Ye Xiwen gave the order, the entire Qianyu peak instantly flew up and rushed into the valley. The entire Qianyu peak instantly activated all kinds of offensive Zhen methods and countless divine rays shot out, plowing through the entire valley, followed by the other floating peaks flying over one after another.
With Wu Potian and many elders as the vanguard, behind them were countless terrifying war fortresses, such a terrifying force instantly plowed through the entire camp, countless devil experts simply couldn't resist and were annihilated.
"Who!" A loud shout came out from the camp and a terrifying devil claw directly grabbed a floating peak that didn't have enough time to escape and crushed it. The disciples on the floating peak suffered heavy casualties.
"Humph!" Wu Potian shouted coldly and chopped out with his sword. This was also the highest sword technique of Yi Yuan School, but unlike the old head's sword technique, the old head's sword technique was more natural and ordinary, just one sword strike was enough to split the heaven and earth.
Meanwhile, Wu Potian's swordplay was even sharper. With a single slash, he instantly chopped off the demonic claw. Terrifying sword qi swept out, creating a huge ravine in the camp, killing countless experts.
"Ah!" A blood-curdling scream rang out as a figure fell from the sky. His entire wrist had been sliced off by Wu Potian.
"Xiu!" Wu Potian shot another sword-light and crushed the void, chopping that person into a mist of blood in mid-air. Wu Potian was ruthless and merciless. He wanted to vent the resentment in his heart.
The disciples of Yi Yuan School went crazy under Wu Potian's leadership. The devil race and Bai Mojiao's disciples in the camp couldn't even react to what was happening, and they were targeted by these angry disciples of Yi Yuan School. They swept and massacred all the way.
The battle finally came to an end after half-a-day. No one in the entire camp was able to escape. All the devil race and Bai Mojiao's disciples had been beheaded. They had been doomed since the moment that they had lost this sage expert.
The battle of Yi Yuan School shook the entire Great Yue State. Yi Yuan School had suffered heavy losses in this battle. Both sides had dispatched sage experts. The other forces felt relieved after they heard about this. A sage expert had a strategic suppressive effect on the entire Great Yue State.
Fortunately, everyone heaved a sigh of relief. The final outcome of this battle was a lose-lose situation. That sage devil expert had been beheaded, but the old head of Yi Yuan School had also passed away due to his severe injuries.
After this battle, the entire devil race and Bai Mojiao had received a head-on blow from several forces. They had basically been unable to recover after this round of clean-up.
However, the losses of Yi Yuan School were not small either. They had lost one-third of their disciples. Even hundreds of true disciples who were the backbone of their strength had been killed or injured. Their most trump card, the Taishang elders, had also lost more than 30% of their members.
Although the Taishang elders had joined the battle later, they hadn't appeared on the battlefield earlier. They had been there to deal with the infiltration of devil race's expert squads.
This time, it could be said that Yi Yuan School had suffered heavy losses. They had lost more than one-third of their strength. It couldn't be said that this was not serious. However, no force dared to have any bad intentions towards Yi Yuan School.
After all, Yi Yuan School had only suffered heavy losses this time. They hadn't been destroyed. Yi Yuan School had been established for more than ten thousand years. So, how could they not have some trump cards?
In the history of Yi Yuan School, many more serious things had happened. But, didn't they still come out of it?
No one thought that Yi Yuan School would fall. However, Yi Yuan School didn't mean to disappear at this time. On the contrary, they held a huge funeral and invited many influential figures of other forces to come. They especially invited the old head to pay their respects.
The old head had been active more than a thousand years ago. Now, everyone in the Great Yue State was the younger generation of the old head. They didn't know about it before. But, now that they knew about it, they couldn't help but come to pay their respects. Not to mention that the old head had passed away while resisting the devil race's invasion.
If the old head hadn't come out, then the sage experts of devil race would have been able to sweep the entire Great Yue State.
Two figures stood on top of a mountain peak in Yi Yuan School. The wind blowing on their faces was like a warm spring, making people feel lazy and comfortable.
Ye Xiwen looked around and saw that the entire Yi Yuan School was in the stage of reconstruction. It was a scene of bustling activity.
"Why didn't you go to TMU?" Ye Xiwen asked. The person next to him was actually a top expert of the younger generation of Yuncheng, Jian Wuchen. Jian Wuchen was one of the representatives of Yuncheng City who had come to pay respects to the old head.
This made Ye Xiwen feel a bit strange. One must know that Jian Wuchen was considered as one of the top experts among the younger generation of Floating Cloud city. His cultivation level had already stepped into the Complete Truth realm and was not far from the half-step legendary realm. In fact, he was almost no slower than Ye Xiwen. Of course, Ye Xiwen had chosen to ignore the fact that Jian Wuchen's cultivation level was much higher than his.
There was no problem for him to go to TMU with such cultivation level. Although in TMU, truth level cultivators could simply be regarded as janitor disciples, but that was only for ordinary disciples. For a disciple with great potential like Jian Wuchen, becoming a registered disciple was not difficult at all. In fact, it would only take a few years for him to become an outer disciple.
Jian Wuchen had been a sword slave all the way to his current status, so how could he be an ordinary person?
Ye Xiwen knew about sword slaves. In Yuncheng City, the so-called sword slaves were slaves who helped the disciples of Yuncheng to carry their swords. Usually, they had the opportunity to see the disciples of Yuncheng City practicing martial arts, but what was the use of just watching? As a sword slave, they could only practice the lowest level of martial arts. But even so, Jian Wuchen still rushed all the way to the top of the younger generation of Yuncheng City.
It could be said that Jian Wu Chen's talent was the highest among the experts of the younger generation at that time. Even someone else wouldn't be able to achieve such a feat in his position. His future prospects were limitless. Even in a place like the True Martial University, Ye Xiwen believed that Jian Wu Chen wouldn't remain unknown for too long.
Because of this, even though Jian Wuchen and the eighth prince were partners, Ye Xiwen didn't feel any disgust towards him.
Mu Ling had once commented that Jian Wuchen was a sword maniac who had no distractions in his heart and only cared about the sword. Compared to Mu Ling, Jian Wuchen's swordsmanship was purer. Mu Ling had a very good impression of him, so he did not kill him.
Such a character should be among the first batch to go to TMU, so how could he stay?
Jian Wuchen still had an indifferent expression on his face and said: "Because my fellow disciples are all dead!"
Ye Xiwen suddenly understood that it was probably because of the incident on the demon island. Most of the disciples of Yuncheng City and the imperial clan were killed or injured. Even the eighth prince would not be able to escape the blame, let alone a sword slave like Jian Wuchen.
"But it doesn't matter, my path is opened by my sword!"
Ye Xiwen understood that Jian Wuchen was probably going to take the ordinary assessment route just like him.
"That's good, I also want to go to TMU for the assessment, so we can go together!"
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