There were already six foreign cultivators guarding the Wind Spirit Stone Mine. Going in recklessly wouldn't end well for them, but they still had a chance to fight for their lives. If they stayed outside, they would have to face twelve winged cavalry warriors and twelve high-level spiritual birds. The difference in numbers was four times their number, so they would definitely die outside. Even if they knew that entering the mine was also a narrow escape, the Shangqing cultivators didn't have any other choice at this time.
"Get out of the way!" Another black-robed old man in the late stage of the Foundation Building Realm shouted and threw a fiery red bead into the mine. He had a pained expression on his face, but in order to survive, he couldn't care so much for the time being.
With a bang, the fiery red bead made a thunderous sound, and several screams came from the mine. Obviously, some of the foreign cultivators were hit.
"Kill!" Even a rabbit would bite when cornered, let alone these Foundation Building cultivators. Once they were cornered, they would use all their means. If they wanted to take down the remaining people, they would have to pay a big price.
Taking advantage of the explosion of the red bead, the few late stage Foundation Building cultivators didn't care about the scalding waves of fire inside. They propped up their spiritual shields and rushed in. The last one was a bit slower, but he was still shot in the back by a winged cavalry warrior. He could only scream and drag his leg into the mine.
There was a burst of fierce fighting and shouting in the mine, but the inside was filled with dust, and it was pitch black. Apart from the screams and occasional screams, the people outside couldn't judge the situation inside.
Seeing this, the Dai brothers and the few people who were originally eager to try couldn't help but have a layer of cold sweat on their backs. At least in terms of strength, these Shangqing cultivators were a bit stronger than them, but they still fought like this. If there were no accidents, their destruction was only a matter of time. If it weren't for Lu Xiaotian's previous warning and Cao Haihua's caution, they would be the ones in trouble now. Perhaps many of them would have died in the Winged Cavalry Tribe's massacre.
"What should we do?"
Dai Bai turned his cold gaze to Cao Haihua and Lu Xiaotian. Under such circumstances, even if they were discovered by the cultivators of the Flying Mount Tribe, they would still be able to kill them. Given the current situation of the cultivators of the Flying Mount Tribe, they would still have the strength to spare.
"Wait!" Lu Xiaotian and Cao Haihua said at the same time. Although they were both cultivators of the Full Moon World, no one would care about the life and death of the Shangqing cultivators when their lives were at stake. Their lives were their own. From another perspective, if they were in trouble and were unrelated to each other, the Shangqing cultivators would make the same choice.
"Uncle, what should we do now?" At this moment, the black eagle in the sky flapped its wings and glided at a low speed. One of the burly men asked the burly old man.
"Wait!" The burly old man's hawk-like eyes made the same decision as Lu Xiaotian and Cao Haihua on the ground.
"However, there are still cultivators from our Heaven's Dome Realm in the mine below. Since we are allies, shouldn't we go down and save them?" A young man at the side asked doubtfully. In the Winged Mount Tribe, they had been taught how to unite and advance together when facing the powerful demonic beasts of the Sky Prairie. Therefore, their sense of unity was much higher than the cultivators of other sects. However, at this moment, the old man who had always been prestigious actually made the opposite decision.
"Wu Lianhan, you have to understand that even in the Heaven's Dome Realm, we still have many enemies. Right now, we are only allies temporarily. Whether we conquer the Full Moon World in the future or retreat in defeat, we will still be the same as before. We will still be enemies. Right now, our allies only dare to temporarily put down their grudges because of our alliance. However, they have not truly put down their grudges. Although our Winged Mount Tribe is famous, we have too few people. Especially the flying beasts, which have been passed down for generations to reach our current scale. It is not easy to replenish them. Our advantage is in the sky. Once we land, we will be using our shortcomings to attack their strengths. Not only will we not be able to suppress them, but we will also suffer heavy casualties. As for the alliance, our Winged Mount warriors are already in charge of such a large area and are exhausted. What else can they say? "The burly old man snorted and said.
"The Full Moon World cultivators on the ground are not weak. Are we really going to watch them kill everyone from our Heaven's Dome Realm?" Another Winged Mount warrior said with some reluctance.
"Inform the other sects and ask them to send reinforcements. We can't afford to lose people." The burly old man's heart was as hard as iron. Although he heard screams from time to time, he was still unmoved.
After a long time, the fierce fighting in the mine gradually stopped. No Shangqing Sect cultivators came out. It was obvious that the foreign cultivators had been killed in the mine. The surviving Shangqing Sect cultivators did not dare to come out and face the terrifying attack of the Winged Mount Tribe.
However, the Winged Mount Tribe did not leave. They were in charge of covering the battlefield and preventing the Shangqing Sect cultivators in the mine from escaping.
In less than two hours, another group of 12 Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators rushed over. They looked up expressionlessly and snorted at the Winged Mount Tribe hovering in the sky. They did not say anything and did not appreciate the Winged Mount Tribe's help. The pungent smell of blood in the mine had already explained everything. Although the Winged Mount Tribe's people had reported to them, they did not help them to a certain extent.
The burly old man did not care about the coldness of the newcomers. He just cupped his fists and said, "My tribe had a tough battle just now. We still need to …"
Before the burly old man could finish his words, a scarlet red eagle-shaped firework rose in the sky from a place further away. The Winged Mount warriors' expressions changed slightly.
"The tribe has urgent matters to attend to. Goodbye!"
"Why are the Winged Mount Tribe's people leaving in such a hurry?" Oh Yeon saw the 12 black eagles in the sky leaving at lightning speed. They were even faster than when they came. She was very angry. She could not help but be curious.
"Judging from the current situation, the Winged Mount Tribe's cultivators are also quite guarded against the foreign forces of their alliance. The only thing that can make them so angry is naturally the loss of their own tribe."
"The Winged Mount Tribe's people are already so powerful, especially when they fight in groups. Their combat power is terrifying. They can come and go as they wish. Who can hurt them?" Yan Feng was puzzled.
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