The two sides were like two torrents colliding with each other. Every move was aimed at the vital points of the enemy, and the outcome of the battle was decided very quickly. Several hundred refined corpses made up the majority of the army. After the hundred or so monk soldiers were eliminated, there were still over two hundred refined corpses left.
"Let those people go. Things have already come to this, there is no other way." Wen Zhangyun sighed.
"Do your best and leave the rest to fate. My Plenilune Immortal World fought one against three for two hundred years. It is not easy to hold on until today, sigh —"
Chen Henian and his brother's faces also darkened. These two hundred refined corpses were enough to break through the already weak defense line of the Plenilune Immortal World. Even if they used that last resort, they could only delay it a little. Once the cultivator army on the ground was defeated, even if the warships in the sky won, it was already over.
The orthodoxy of the Plenilune Immortal World would never be interrupted with a group of Nascent Soul cultivators like them. However, the new generation of cultivators suffered such a heavy blow, in the future, it would definitely cause a phenomenon of shortage. When these old bones died, the Plenilune Immortal World that once sat on the top of the Qingyu Continent would also no longer exist. It would even be reduced to a small cultivation force that was not even comparable to a constellation, struggling in the wasteland.
"This matter is over. At worst, we will go to the Southern Wasteland or the Constellation Immortal World. It will not really force us into a dead end." Fierce Wind Blade Howl Tiannan showed a ruthless expression.
A group of Nascent Soul cultivators had already made arrangements for the aftermath. At this time, the cultivators of the Plenilune Immortal World were still making their last efforts for the war.
32 late Jin Dan cultivators from the Ancient Sword Sect, Divine Firmament Palace, Yuanxing Palace and other sects came like wind and moon, each holding an array flag. Every four people formed a small team. Most of these cultivators were old, more than five hundred years old. They had no hope of forming their Nascent Soul. They studied the array together for more than ten years, just to bring some change to the situation of the Plenilune Immortal World at the critical moment. At this time, after seeing the two hundred refined corpses wreaking havoc below, each of their faces showed a bit of determination.
If these two hundred refined corpses were not stopped, the fragile front line of the Plenilune Immortal World would collapse!
"Array up!" The leader was the deputy sect leader of the Ancient Sword Sect, Yuan Ganglie.
This person roared, and the array flag in his hand suddenly enlarged, straight into the void. The cultivators of other sects also released the array flags in their hands. Wind and thunder rumbled.
"Gather the wind and thunder from all directions and sweep away the demons! Fellow Daoist Zhu Wei, come with me to exterminate the evil and defend the Dao! "
Yuan Ganglie's voice was like a thunderclap. His hair and beard fluttered in the wind. An extremely pure magic power was injected into the array flags, and the array flags lined up.
A bolt of lightning fell from the sky.
"Eight-sided Tempest Demon-Destroying Formation!" Chi Chanzi and Huo Yuming from the Divine Firmament Palace, Feng Jinshan from the Primary Star Palace, and many other cultivators from the Myriad Beasts Sect shouted. A set of formation flags attracted wind and thunder from all directions. The sky was clear and cloudless, and for a moment, the clouds covered the sun. Heaven and earth changed colors, and thunderclouds pressed down on the city.
The array flags communicated with the heavens and the earth, and pillars of wind and thunder struck the refined corpses.
Within the group of refined corpses, mournful howls rang out as more and more refined corpses were blasted into ashes by the wind and lightning.
There were also a large number of refined corpses that spat out corpse cores to contend with the power of the grand formation. However, the thunder technique was innately evil. Under the grand formation, the refined corpses were in an extremely sorry state.
The Eight-sided Tempest Demon-Destroying Formation was so powerful, but none of the cultivators from the Plenilune Immortal World were happy. Every time a wind and thunder pillar fell, the ruddy faces of the thirty-two late-stage Jin Dan cultivators who were in charge of the formation faded a little. After the wind and thunder pillars fell one after another, these people's faces were already faintly filled with the aura of death.
"Uncle-Master Huo, Uncle-Master Chi." Among the cultivators from the Divine Firmament Palace, Zhu Ling and Leng Qiaoyu slashed the enemies in front of them with their swords. Looking at Chi Chanzi, whose hair and beard were fluttering in the wind and whose body was getting thinner, Huo Yuming and the others' vitality was fading away.
These Jin Dan cultivators were already the pillars of the palace when they were still in the Qi Refinement Realm. Now, they had to use their lives as the price to activate the formation.
Under the fierce attack of the Warring Moon Alliance, they knew that they could not fight back. How tragic it was.
On the ghost corpses' corpse ships, corpse qi rose again, and huge corpse vultures soared into the sky. They covered the moon. A black mass of corpse cores with a murderous aura smashed towards the formation flag.
The cultivators from the Warring Moon Alliance cheered, while the morale of the cultivators from the Plenilune Immortal World was also at rock bottom.
"It's all over!" Seeing the sudden appearance of more than two hundred demon birds, even Wen Zhangyun and the other Nascent Soul cultivators sat back down dejectedly. Although each sect still had some backup plans, compared to the two hundred Jin Dan level corpse vultures that were thrown into the battlefield, it was like trying to put out a burning cart with a cup of water.
The morale of the cultivators from the Plenilune Immortal World was low. Even the Eight-sided Tempest Demon-Destroying Formation was on the verge of collapse under the attack of more than ten refined corpses and corpse vultures. The vitality of the thirty-two late-stage Jin Dan cultivators with pure mana was fading away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At this moment, the sound of sails fluttering could be heard. Dozens of light pillars hit the corpse vultures, exploding them and causing them to shriek again and again.
Four undamaged flying warships and a flying kite warship broke through the clouds. With the first warship in the lead, the huge warship drew a line in front of the formation.
The light pillars shot out by the spirit cannons were extremely dazzling.
Lu Xiaotian stood on the bow of the ship with his hands behind his back. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and his expression was cold. Perhaps Chen Heyu and the others behind him were also in despair, but they did not rush him. It was only now that he rushed over that he realized how dangerous the battle was.
Lu Xiaotian stood quietly at the bow of the ship, overlooking the battlefield. When he saw the cultivators from various sects who were controlling the Eight-sided Tempest Demon-Destroying Formation, even someone as calm as him could not help but be moved. Even though the cultivators of the various sects and clans in the past were not without filth, there were many who schemed against each other and killed each other. But at this moment, in this crisis, these older Golden Core cultivators were so sincere and united, bravely facing death.
This was nothing more than sacrificing one's life to protect Dao.
More than two hundred corpse vultures seemed like a lot, but when the five warships spread out in a row and the fifty-two spirit cannons fired at the same time, many of them could be killed. If it were those scattered refined corpses, it would not be easy to deal with them. After all, they were scattered. However, these corpse vultures had just come out and had not spread out in the air. Lu Xiaotian suddenly rushed over with the five warships.
After the first round of spirit cannons, the second round of spirit cannons was quickly fired. Even though there were many powerful Level Nine corpse monsters among these corpse vultures, under the haste, even if they were not directly killed by the cannons, many of their wings were damaged. They circled in the air and fell down. The pressure on the thirty-two cultivators in the formation was immediately reduced.
"It's the warships of our Divine Firmament Palace." When the cultivators of the Divine Firmament Palace saw the flag on the warships, they suddenly burst into a clamor.
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