After Liang Yi obliterated the Divine Soul of a Great Cultivator at the peak of the Ninth Realm with a single strike, he raised his head to the sky. There he saw the Thunder Sea occupying half the sky, and opposite the Thunder Sea stood a golden Buddha as tall as the heavens.
Though at the mont, the thunder and the great Buddha appeared evenly matched, Liang Yi's heart sank upon witnessing two figures landing onto the battlefield, advancing into the rear of the Abyss Army.
The reason why the battle situation just now looked so promising was largely due to the impenetrable barrier ford by Hui Zhi's Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas, which blocked all the Abyss Dao Techniques and countless Arrays.
This allowed the Mystical chanism Cultivator to disregard threats from Abyss Dao Techniques, pushing the battle line forward with full force.
But now, because Zhao Tianming and Qingqiu Lingyou join forces, the barrier of the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas was broken, forcing it to transform into a mobile Buddha to entangle Qing Yunzi.
As a result, the Abyss Dao Techniques poured down like a rainstorm, with even the two unparalleled Daoist Practitioners, Zhao Tianming and Qingqiu Lingyou, joining the battlefield.
Liang Yi had no ti to ponder. Observing the dazzling aura of Dao Techniques in the rear of the Abyss Army, he realized that the battlefield situation was reversing.
Without the barrier of the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the fierce Dao Techniques from the Abyss swept towards the Mystical chanism Cultivators like a storm, causing countless screams.
Faced with Yue Bai's torrent of Dao Techniques and the Complete Heaven Sect's Star Battle Formation, Zhao Tianming and Qingqiu Lingyou opted not to engage directly, instead unleashing their Dao Techniques directly into the Mystical chanism army without any restraint.
The Abyss Cultivators' deaths were of no concern to them; you strike them, I strike you, and let's see who can bear it longer!
Prior to joining the battlefield, they had already received signals from Qiu Feng and Gongsun Bai'an, indicating not to restrain each other, but to focus solely on wreaking havoc on the Mystical chanism Cultivators.
Not only did the Mystical chanism Cultivators feel overwheld by the sheer number of Abyss Cultivators, as leaders of the Abyss side, Gongsun Bai'an, Qiu Feng, and Zuo Yongning also believed the abundance of Abyss Cultivators was excessive.
Despite having allowed free rein for several epochs, letting the weak to prey on the strong amongst the lower Cultivators, the number of Abyss Cultivators had still reached a point that burdened the entire Abyss.
Since resources couldn't be made more plentiful, they could only find ways to reduce the number of Cultivators.
Thus, Gongsun Bai'an and others had long decided to use this war for a thorough cleansing!
They believed they had a firm grasp on Chen Hua and others, hence they remained unperturbed, unconcerned about the current situation. The retreat of the battle line was rely part of their intentional strategy. If they didn't allow Mystical chanism to enter the Abyss Continent, how could they diminish the Abyss Cultivators' numbers? How could they trap Chen Hua?
To lure the enemy in, so benefits must be given. Once their plan succeeds, these ceded territories can be easily reclaid.
The sole purpose of this war was to alleviate the burden of overwhelming population while simultaneously devouring the Mystical chanism.
Liang Yi glanced around, realizing that since the breach of the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas and the entry of two Ninth Realm Great Perfection Daoist Practitioners into the battlefield, casualties were increasing visibly.
The previously unstoppable advance of the battle line suddenly slowed, showing signs of retreat instead of continued advance.
"This won't do. If this continues, the situation will beco a stalemate…" Liang Yi gritted his teeth, instantly understanding the current situation, knowing that continued delay would only increasingly disadvantage them.
Coming from another realm already leaves them lacking geographical advantage. If they don't advance the battle line rapidly to an appropriate location, allowing Mystical chanism to establish foothold in the Abyss, giving them breathing space, then achieving this goal later will beco infinitely more difficult.
Once the situation stagnates, they will be dragged down.
The changes in the battlefield were noticed by the Mystical chanism side, as He Zhiqing furrowed his brow, manipulating his fingers, calculating ways to triumph.
Without the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas, Pang Qingshi of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect stood forward with countless disciples.
Jingling—
With a face as radiant as frost and snow, Pang Qingshi extended his hands, revealing his wrists resembling snowy jade, as the bell swayed with dense gray mist rising from the ground into the sky.
An invisible domain erged centered around Pang Qingshi, being the Mist Concealnt Law unique to him!
Clouds rise amidst dim moonlight.
Unlike Senluo Wanxiang Sect's deceptive illusions used to bewilder the Heavenly chanism and the enemy, Pang Qingshi's Mist Concealnt Law emphasizes "concealnt."
As the mist spreads, everything within it vanishes.
So elders and disciples of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect sat cross-legged, pooling their strength into the Floating Life Bell on Pang Qingshi's wrists.
As the bell continuously swayed, the gray mist surrounding Pang Qingshi thickened, eventually forming a gray barrier shrouding the entire Mystical chanism army.
Pang Qingshi's fair face turned pale, retracting his trembling hands into his sleeves, looking up at the gray mist in the sky, heaving a sigh of relief.
"This should hold for a while, right?"
Before the battle, they had planned what to do should the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas be breached, with Pang Qingshi's Mist Concealnt Law as the backup plan.
Compared to the Senluo Wanxiang Sect Master's emphasis on myriad appearances, Pang Qingshi's concealnt-focused Mist Concealnt Law suited the situation better.
Without the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the torrent of Dao Techniques was intercepted halfway by the fog wall, and any Dao Techniques hurled towards the Mystical chanism army were engulfed by the fog wall.
The Abyss Army initially paid no heed, thinking that anything obstructing them would eventually be blown apart if it's not the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas.
But as more and more Dao Techniques were swallowed by the fog wall, the Abyss Cultivators began to notice sothing was amiss. Unlike the forced resilience of the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas, this fog wall acted like a bottomless pit, accepting every Dao Technique hurled at it without exception.
"What exactly is this thing?"
The Abyss Cultivators felt frustrated; first they lose one Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas, and now a fog wall cos in their way, taking them for Daoist Practitioners without temper? Provoke them further, and they might just roll up their sleeves and resort to fists in no ti!
What? The casualty rate in the front is over ninety percent? Oh well, hanging back and slacking off sounds good too...
Yet, although most of the Abyss Dao Techniques were intercepted, a small portion still broke through, landing on the Mystical chanism army, compounded with the presence of elite Daoist Practitioners, Zhao Tianming and Qingqiu Lingyou, Liang Yi realized that his side was still struggling.
Severed limbs flew everywhere; dying swiftly at the hands of Abyss Cultivators' blades might have been rcy. In battle, a clean death was the hardest to co by. With no ti to breathe, surrounded by new enemies from all directions, even a damaged body was tolerable. So Cultivators had their physical forms obliterated, having to rely solely on their Divine Souls to endure the Abyss Demon Qi and blood's erosion while fighting desperately.
"They disregard their army's casualties, but we can't behave like this. To curb the losses and continue advancing the battle line, we must find a way to deal with those two Daoist Practitioners first."
A ray of starlight fell beside the blood-stained white-robed Liang Yi, carrying He Zhiqing's urgent voice from within.
Besides Chen Hua, who was confronting several unexposed Abyss Envoys from a distance, no one present was stronger than Liang Yi.
With a single sword strike, Liang Yi pinned a dying Abyss Great Cultivator, trying to perish together with him, into the Void. Without a mont to breathe, he followed He Zhiqing's guidance and observed the rear of the Abyss Army.
Two figures stood poised in mid-air, their fierce Dao Techniques capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas spread with a re wave.
"A bit too fierce, isn't it?"
Liang Yi squinted, experiencing such formidable Daoist Practitioners for the first ti, aside from his sect's Yue Bai and the senior Fang Zhi; truly, they were reversing the battle's tide by sheer force.
"Senior brother!"
Having slain the enemy with a sword, Su Youyi also broke through the blockade to reach behind Liang Yi.
Su Youyi's face, delicate and fair as peach blossoms, was speckled with blood, and her long dress stained similarly.
Not her own, but that of the Abyss Cultivators.
"I want to breach their formation; my target is those two Daoist Practitioners. You cover ."
Liang Yi took a deep breath, his gaze sharp, his tone unwavering.
"Okay!"
Su Youyi's eyes lit up, reflecting the stars, exclaiming excitedly.
Liang Yi cast a peculiar glance at his inexplicably excited junior sister, unsure why she seed even more invigorated than him.
Su Youyi clutched Lovesick tightly, her face flushed.
Accompanying her senior brother, protecting him, facing adversity together—this was the true purpose of her cultivation!
"No ti to lose; let's begin! My back is in your hands!"
Liang Yi collected his thoughts, his gaze glinting like sword shadows.
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