He had no doubt that if he made any sudden moves, he would die a horrific death.
"Dean Sun, what do we do now in this situation? Wu Yong has gone on a killing spree, and nearly all of the Nascent Soul cultivators on the other side are dead. However, there are still quite a few Foundation Establishnt and Golden Core cultivators on their flying boats. Should our Golden Academy continue to watch, or should we take this opportunity to wipe them out completely?" At this mont, the security officer, Wu Zuo Hua, was feeling a bit restless.
Seeing these ostentatious cultivators et their ends gave him an indescribable thrill, and he wished he could join in and slay a few cultivators for the fun of it.
"With so many killed already, do you still hope they might spare us in the future? Act now, kill every cultivator from Xuanxian Continent. From now on, it’s a fight to the death between Xuanxian Continent’s cultivators and our Golden Academy. It’s okay if we can’t defeat them now—we can deal with them later when our strength grows," Sun Boxiu shouted loudly.
"Intelligence system, open fire."
As the vice dean, Sun Boxiu imdiately made his decision. Following his command, all the various weapons that were already prepared opened fire simultaneously.
Beams of energy appeared one after another, striking the flying boats.
Although the flying boats from Xuanxian Continent were protected by formations and withstood much of the attacks, so still suffered hits and exploded, trailing flas and smoke as they plumted from the sky.
This sudden attack startled the cultivators inside the flying boats, causing them to rush out.
Their faces were filled with terror, not understanding how things escalated to this point. They wanted to flee but didn’t know where to run.
The sky was already shrouded in a five-colored light, sealed off in all directions. Even Nascent Soul cultivators couldn’t escape, so what could the Foundation Establishnt and Golden Core cultivators do?
"Kill!"
However, imdiately afterward, the experts from the surrounding Golden Academy charged in. With Spirit Power Realm strength, they were not weak and had no problem battling Foundation Establishnt and Gold Core cultivators. If they couldn’t win one-on-one, they fought two against one. If the opponent had a spiritual artifact, they tangled with them without engaging in a death match.
In short, today they had to kill them all—no one was to get away.
"Petty clowns dare to put on a show? Do you think Xuanxian Continent has no one?" However, inside the flying boats, angry voices erupted, shaking the heavens, as hidden Immortals revealed themselves, showcasing Divinity Transformation experts from sects like the Sword Control Sect, Purple Qi Palace, Dan Ding Sect, and others.
They had originally heard of the rich opportunities here and secretly infiltrated.
Fearing exposure and trouble, they usually kept a low profile, staying hidden within the flying boats, so many cultivators were unaware of their presence.
At this point, they couldn’t hide anymore; they had to show themselves one way or another.
"The rats have co out," Wu the Taoist glanced over, "Quite well hidden. So many Nascent Soul Realm cultivators have died without them showing up, only acting now when the battle affects them. Too bad, it’s too late. Even Divinity Transformation will die today."
With a casual wave, a five-colored sky net suddenly enveloped them.
"Set up a transmission array, call in Mahayana experts, or we will all die," shouted a Divinity Transformation Realm Cultivator.
"Damn it, Taixian Weng, this is your doing."
"Prepare the formation."
Earlier, they had roughly gauged Wu Yong’s strength through observation. Engaging him with Divinity Transformation Realm cultivation is akin to bashing against a stone with an egg; only a Mahayana Realm can handle this formidable enemy before them.
Then, accompanied by flying array plates glowing with runes, a transmission array leading to Xuanxian Continent was quickly set up.
"Protect the transmission array."
A full six Divinity Transformation experts gathered together, sparing no mana, utilizing their protective treasures, stationed around the transmission array, attempting to block that five-colored sky net.
If the transmission array was destroyed, their last lifeline would be cut off, leaving them with no chance to survive.
They could only hope the Mahayana experts would arrive quickly, for they couldn’t hold out much longer.
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