Due to the influence of the Ti Law, the flow of ti within Zhao Kuo's illusion realm is different from the outside world. For Liang Yi, it's as if videos are being played at an increased speed; at least they would arrive at the scene before the events within the illusion realm take place.
The entire Secret Realm is a desert, only at the heart of the Secret Realm is there an oasis. Therefore, it was easy for Liang Yi and his companions to locate where Si Feihang and the others were.
Because of the aftermath of the battle, the three of them only knew that Zhao Kuo successfully ambushed and clashed with Liang Yi and the others. However, the specifics of the outco were still unclear, after all, their attention was now entirely focused on the three Zen baldies below.
"Sothing seems off about Zhao Kuo's battle situation. Shouldn't we go take a look?" Cen Zian, who was flicking his fan, glanced in the direction where Zhao Kuo and Ghost Order had left, and he vaguely sensed that the aura of Ghost Order seed to have disappeared.
Originally, as an Array Master, Ghost Order ought to stay here and break through the well-known Coiling Dragon Mystic Seal Formation of the Zen. But considering the level of coordination between Zhao Kuo and Ghost Order, and the fact that those three baldies couldn't hold on much longer, Ghost Order went along with Zhao Kuo to ambush those coming to aid.
"Don't bother with them. Our task is to kill these three first."
Si Feihang nonchalantly waved his hand, dismissing Cen Zian's suggestion to go take a look, his expression extrely indifferent.
Cultivators cultivate by absorbing Spiritual Energy and Laws into their bodies. The more powerful the cultivator killed, the denser the World Origin that falls from them will be.
Si Feihang licked his lips; if he were to kill these three baldies, he was at least eighty percent confident that he would be able to reach the threshold of the Eighth Realm!
And because he had a secret contingency unknown to others, he was indifferent to the outco on Zhao Kuo's side, whether it was a loss or a win had little influence on his plan.
"Fine, it's your call." Cen Zian closed his fan and gently clapped his hands twice, shrugging indifferently.
He, Cen Zian, was not familiar with Zhao Kuo and Ghost Order, only coincidentally taking action together this ti, thus he did not care about their life and death.
He, Cen Zian, was not like those ordinary cultivators; in the future, he intended to receive gifts from the Abyss and beco an Abyss Envoy!
Wei Ruo, standing next to Cen Zian, had even less of a response, calmly standing there as if everything happening around had nothing to do with him.
"Weird woman..."
Cen Zian inadvertently glanced at the woman next to him and muttered softly to himself.
He had never seen this woman in the Abyss, but the Abyssal Aura on her could not be feigned.
After finding their own opponents on the battlefield and fighting their way into the sa Secret Realm, they joined forces with them.
Until now, Cen Zian only knew that the woman's na was Wei Ruo, and like him, was a late-Seventh Realm genius, but nothing else was known.
As if sensing Cen Zian's gaze, Wei Ruo politely lifted her head and smiled at him.
Cen Zian took his gaze away, not paying her any further attention. As long as the woman did not interfere with him, he was confident he could suppress her with a reverse hand!
"Soon... it's getting close!"
Si Feihang, with his eyes locked on the three Zen individuals, beca increasingly excited, his expression growing more and more frenzied. He could sense that the lifeforce of those three was running exceedingly low!
"Just a little longer... Just a brief mont... and I'll have the key that unlocks the Eighth Realm! I might even have the opportunity to contend for the position of Abyss Envoy!"
Having been trapped in the Seventh Realm for thousands of years, Si Feihang had co close to despair. However, the sudden changes on the battlefield gave him a glimr of hope.
Killing led to continuous progression!
Knowing that the average Realm of the Mystical chanism Continent's cultivators appearing on the battlefield was lower than that of the Abyss Cultivators. Even though Chen Hua and Zen had bought so ti for the cultivators of the Mystical chanism Continent, this discrepancy in Realm was not sothing a year or two could make up for.
The ti bought by Chen Hua and Zen was, at most, enough for the forces of the Mystical chanism Continent to prepare and react.
Nevertheless, the cultivators of Mystical chanism Continent stubbornly battled on equal ground with them with the help of the top-tier cultivators, the fearless Abnormal People, and the incessantly new tricks.
With the changes in the rules of heaven and earth on the battlefield, the cultivators of Mystical chanism Continent could use this opportunity to kill Abyss Cultivators in exchange for ti to cultivate; it was indeed killing two birds with one stone.
If dragged on, the situation was actually disadvantageous for the side of the Abyss.
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Abyss Cultivators respect strength above all, which is why most of them are selfish beings.
As for the kind-hearted ones, they could never survive in the Abyss!
Such characters make up the army that the forces of Mystical chanism Continent took advantage of, striking fiercely and turning a disadvantage into a stand-off.
"It was rash..."
Sensing the undisguised malice coming from above, Mi Sheng, with a square-jawed, thick-browed, and big-eyed face, brought his hands together and sighed sorrowfully, "We should not have requested for support. If we hadn't asked for help, only the three of us would have died. Now, we might have gotten others involved."
Hearing Mi Sheng's words, Mi Le and Mi Sui beside him expressed the sa sentint.
They too sensed that reinforcents were on their way, but observing the invisible Zhao Kuo and Ghost Order, as well as the ripples of the distant battle, they knew the reinforcents were intercepted.
"Song Haomiao, a monk and Han Wenxuan of the Immortal Dynasty offered their lives to cover our escape, yet never imagined we still couldn't get away," Mi Sheng sighed and softly chanted Buddha's na twice.
The three of them had been equally matched against five Abyss Cultivators along with Song Haomiao from the Ten Thousand Miles Mountain and Han Wenxuan from Xuanzhou of the Immortal Dynasty, but the tide turned after they entered the Secret Realm.
Si Feihong had been hiding his strength all along, revealing it only after entering the Secret Realm. The Array Master and the Daoist Cultivator, unremarkable when apart, grew exponentially stronger when they joined forces.
A young male and female cultivator were even more terrifying, suppressing them to the point of breathlessness.
Even as Song Haomiao and Han Wenxuan sacrificed themselves to hold off the enemy for the three, they were still trapped here.
"Damn it..."
Mi Le was furious, unable to contain his anger, he punched the ground hard.
"Big brother, my vitality is almost at its end..."
The youngest, Mi Sui, furrowed his brow and looked at Mi Sheng with difficulty.
"At this point, we have no choice but to fight to the death. To take down even one of them is worth it; we can't let these people walk out of this Secret Realm unscathed!"
A fierce determination flashed in Mi Sheng's eyes. If they died now, perhaps they could lighten the burden of those coming to their aid. If they turned and left imdiately, there's still hope to live on.
But they couldn't die in vain; even now in a weakened state, the three of them could still take a couple with them!
He and his two junior brothers joined the Zen sect together and supported each other through all these years. Even without explicit words from Mi Sheng, the other two imdiately understood the resolve in their eldest senior brother's eyes and understood his intentions.
Since they had decided to make a final stand, maintaining the Array and wasting vitality seed pointless.
Atop the Coiling Dragon Mystic Seal Formation, a golden dragon continuously coiled, its gaping maw fixated on the three in the sky. On the semi-do barrier ford by the dragon's coiling, mysterious, Zen-filled talismans etched onto it, defending against all attacks from every direction.
And now, as Mi Sui withdrew, the Lengthy golden dragon roared towards the heavens. The talismans gradually dimd and, along with the pale golden barrier that the dragon had coiled into, disappeared.
"So you finally decided to co out of that turtle shell!"
Si Feihang, looking at the now-visible three, contemptuously mocked them.
"But how much strength do you have left now?"
Maintaining the Coiling Dragon Mystic Seal Formation had been costly even for three cultivators taking turns; now they've inevitably entered a weakened state. Their vitality flickered like a fla in the wind, ready to extinguish at any mont.
"Hmph, it's none of your business how much strength we have left. This monk swears to kill you!"
With clenched fists, veins popping on his forehead, Mi Sheng's good temper, cultivated through years of prayer and ditation, vanished without a trace upon seeing Si Feihang's face, roaring out loud like a wrathful guardian deity.
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