After losing a late-stage Qi Cultivator, the Zhu Family cultivators were clearly thrown into chaos, and quite a few had already started thinking about fleeing.
Judging by the formation, this definitely wasn’t just one family’s forces attacking—so far, only mid-stage and above Qi Cultivators had shown up. There had to be more lower-ranked cultivators on the way.
So, if they didn’t escape now, it would only get harder later on.
Once army morale collapses, it’s almost impossible to recover it.
So cultivators who were still holding their ground with the help of the evolving military formation, fighting back against several mid-stage Qi cultivators from other sides, suddenly saw the people next to them turn and run. Instantly, their will to keep fighting vanished.
As people’s resolve fell apart, the already struggling formation crumbled in an instant.
In the crowd, a white-haired old man desperately waved his command flag, but couldn’t stop the rout.
"Commander! Commander!"
He opened his mouth to shout, but no one responded. When he saw a nearby cultivator shoot him a look of contempt, he suddenly realized—he was no longer the War God of the Great Yuan lands.
The so-called commanders wouldn’t take orders from him anymore.
For a mont, he felt a wave of loneliness. Fortunately, just then, a voice snapped him out of it.
"Grandpa, hurry, hide!"
The old man gritted his teeth, threw down the command flag, and slipped away into the crowd.
Soone without even Qi Cultivation wouldn’t attract any attention, of course.
He watched as the magical combat overhead suddenly shifted to the ground; Lu Chang’sheng finally sent the Black Water Profound Snake over.
Of course, he only sent the puppet beast—he himself stayed hidden as far away as possible.
Yet, the Black Water Profound Snake was no weaker than an ordinary seventh-level Qi cultivator.
The Zhu Family cultivator locked in battle with Li Nangua sensed things were turning bad.
Though both he and Li Nangua were seventh-level Qi Cultivators, Li Nangua’s spells were more advanced, especially his Immortal Techniques.
Fairy Yunxia might not have gotten along with Nangua, but she was a Foundation Establishnt cultivator—at first, she wanted Li Nangua to make her proud, and back then, she’d been very responsible.
As a result, Li Nangua’s magical power far surpassed his, and after all this ti fighting, more than half his power was already spent. How could he not panic?
Unfortunately, Li Nangua sensed what he was thinking and unleashed several spells in a row, forcibly keeping him pinned down.
The Black Water Profound Snake quickly joined the fray.
Faced with a two-on-one by opponents who each matched his strength, the Zhu Family cultivator’s situation took a sharp turn for the worse. Left with no choice, he kept casting spell after spell just to cope, draining his magical power even faster.
"This is no good! If this keeps up, I’m dead for sure!"
The Zhu Family cultivator ford a technique with his hands, eyes filled with despair.
By now, he didn’t expect any clanmates to co help—Fang Yuan fought even fiercer than the old clan leader.
The other two late-stage Qi family mbers were fending off multiple attackers themselves—he was already in the best position compared to them.
"I have to take one out before the tide turns for us!" he thought, eyes sweeping the battlefield before he made up his mind.
The next mont, hiding inside a house, Lu Chang’sheng suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. Then a cluster of embers rained down from above.
Sweltering heat engulfed a wide stretch of land.
Including his own hiding spot.
"Buzz~"
A golden shield shimred around him, blocking out the scattered sparks.
The fireballs sizzled out like lting frost, rapidly shrinking from the size of a baby’s fist.
At the sa ti, Lu Chang’sheng felt his magical power draining rapidly.
He had no intention of going toe-to-toe with the embers, so with a flash, he dodged out of the burning area.
Just as he escaped, one of his defensive magical artifacts gave a brittle crack.
With a "chi!" a few thumb-sized sparks landed on the ground, blasting fist-sized craters into the dirt.
"What a terrifying attack!"
Lu Chang’sheng touched a round artifact at his side—fine cracks already crept across it. They were faint, but it was clear his Earth Golden Light Shielding Magical Artifact had taken damage.
If he hadn’t switched out his defensive artifact beforehand, that hit would’ve at least severely wounded him—if not killed him outright.
"So this is late-stage Qi Cultivation!"
Lu Chang’sheng’s heart pounded with alarm, all previous underestimation shattering in an instant.
These years, spending so much ti with Fang Yuan and the others, he’d co to see late-stage Qi Cultivators as ordinary. Now, a Fire Rain from the sky had woken him up.
Cries of agony rang out.
Within hundreds of ters, the area was in utter ruin—seven or eight allied cultivators from various camps who couldn’t dodge in ti were nearly wiped out. Only two or three managed to hold on through their own thods, while the others all suffered injuries of varying severity.
Of course, this technique didn’t distinguish friend from foe—more Zhu Family cultivators were caught in it, doused in flas from head to toe.
The enemy’s sudden outburst had left Li Nangua unable to intervene in ti.
With the Fire Rain Spell completed, even Li Nangua couldn’t do anything but halt his attacks and observe below.
The devastation filled her heart with worry and regret.
The enemy was clearly searching for a breakthrough, and that opening was obviously Lu Chang’sheng.
This Zhu Family cultivator knew that, with his own skills, seriously injuring a fellow late-stage Qi Cultivator like Li Nangua wasn’t realistic. Instead, he pinned his hopes on his hunch.
The one controlling the Black Water Profound Snake had never shown his face. There had to be a reason—maybe the opponent’s strength was lacking, maybe there was so issue with his identity. Regardless, by unleashing this Fire Rain, the odds of sothing unexpected happening soared.
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