The female Demonic General surnamed Mu had already memorized the Jade Slip containing the terrain and location of the vicinity of Windy Cool Mountain . With her powerful Divine Sense at the initial-stage Demonic General level, all targets within five thousand li were within a single thought.
As her hands slowly retracted, the churning gray mist and streaks of lightning in the sky above the valley also slowly dissipated.
The entire valley gradually became clear, and the dense, extremely heavy sense of oppression finally vanished. The fifty male and female Demonic Soldiers scattered in various corners of the valley had expressions of inexplicable excitement.
The other fifty-odd human cultivators interspersed among them, however, had expressions of utter shock.
These human cultivators were also a mix of men and women. If Li Yan and his group were present, they would have discovered that the faces of these cultivators were completely different from the South Sea cultivators they had seen.
They lacked the lifelessness of the South Sea cultivators. Instead, when they looked at the tall female Demonic Cultivator on the altar, their eyes were filled with admiration and respect.
The hundred Demonic Soldiers and human cultivators then turned their gazes to the eight directions of the central altar. There, blue-black objects were slowly being revealed.
These objects were cylindrical, one foot two inches wide and three feet long. Their bodies were a glossy, dark blue, and their tops were shaped like the head of a Shaman Sky-Swallowing Python. (TN: A new demonic beast)
A giant mouth was wide open to the sky, a black void within. It had two long, curved fangs on the top and bottom, crisscrossing each other. The rest of the small teeth were a row of fine, sharp points. Its pair of eyes glowed with a chilling light of death.
These objects were placed at an angle towards the sky, the mouths of the eight Shaman Sky-Swallowing Pythons on top of the cylinders all pointing towards Windy Cool Mountain .
At this moment, above the mouths of three of the Shaman Sky-Swallowing Pythons, a black vortex was slowly descending, shrinking in the air, and finally falling into the upturned mouths.
The minds of the Desolate Moon Continent cultivators still held the residual image of the earth-shattering scene they had just witnessed.
"So this is the 'Heaven-Shaking Thunder,' comparable to a single strike from a Nascent Soul Old Monster. On this continent, how many sects could withstand such a continuous, lightning-fast assault..."
The proud and disdainful voices of the Demonic Soldiers echoed in their ears.
On the altar, after the female cultivator surnamed Mu retracted her cultivation manual, an extremely pleasant and melodious voice came from behind her.
"Senior, this subordinate has already transmitted a message to the hundred cultivators sent out, telling them to strengthen the surrounding guard. After Senior's move this time, it has likely attracted the attention of Windy Cool Mountain . It is essential to strengthen the defenses here."
By the side of the altar, a woman in red respectfully bowed to the female cultivator surnamed Mu. This woman's skin was as white as snow, and her buxom body looked as if water could drip from it at any moment. Her beautiful eyes were captivating, and her looks were enough to topple nations.
The woman in red was none other than the "Fairy Red Candle," the master of the Red Chan Sect . Compared to the female Demonic General surnamed Mu above, she appeared more petite and exquisitely beautiful.
The female Demonic Cultivator surnamed Mu exuded more of a heroic, resolute, and powerfully confident aura. Her slender limbs gave off a sense of aesthetic power that was both gentle and firm, inspiring a strong desire in men to conquer her.
"Mm, well done. Just attend to your respective duties. You may leave!"
The female cultivator surnamed Mu did not turn her head. She remained sideways to "Fairy Red Candle" and, after giving her instruction, closed her phoenix-like eyes.
She was an extremely meticulous person among Demonic Cultivators . After arriving here, she had reorganized the two hundred-plus cultivators sent by Venerable Wan and Tie Dong .
Among them, fifty Demonic Soldiers were completely trustworthy, so she arranged them at the important defensive points in the valley. The one hundred and fifty-five Desolate Moon Continent cultivators who had long since surrendered to the Demon Clan were, by comparison, not so trustworthy.
Among the cultivators, there were five Golden Core cultivators, including "Fairy Red Candle." And "Fairy Red Candle" was a human cultivator to whom Venerable Wan paid "great attention." The female cultivator surnamed Mu was aware of this.
She didn't care if "Fairy Red Candle" was Venerable Wan's kept woman; such things were normal in the Demon Realm . But the more this was the case, the more it showed that "Fairy Red Candle" was at least loyal to the Demon Clan.
Therefore, the female cultivator surnamed Mu put the fifty human cultivators remaining in the valley under the leadership of "Fairy Red Candle," responsible for the valley's security.
The other four Golden Core cultivators each led twenty-five people, all of them scattered in the four directions outside the valley, within a five-hundred-li radius, to serve as an outer warning and scouting force.
The female cultivator surnamed Mu still couldn't completely trust the other human cultivators, so she deployed Demonic Cultivators near the altar. Only "Fairy Red Candle" could approach the altar to report to her at any time.
However, the female Demonic General actually considered all these deployments to be just a form of double protection. What gave her the most peace of mind was the protective formation she had personally laid down, and her own martial power.
Such an arrangement, even for the meticulous female Demonic General surnamed Mu, was already considered paying great importance to the Desolate Moon Continent cultivators.
Moreover, besides her own presence here, the surrounding area was basically occupied by the Demon Clan army. This valley was already considered the rear. If anything happened here, it would quickly alert other Demonic Generals , or even a Demon Marshal .
...
Li Yan looked at the cracked white light pillar. Although it was a ruinous sight and looked on the verge of collapse, it hadn't crumbled after all.
After the other five cultivators desperately channeled a large number of Spirit Stones into it according to the manual, some of the cracks on the white light pillar actually began to blur. It was estimated that it would stabilize in about half an incense stick's time.
But whether the enemy would give him this time, Li Yan was also extremely nervous. His Divine Sense was already fully extended in secret. And just at this moment, Li Yan's constantly extended Divine Sense tightened.
A sense of life-and-death crisis several times stronger than before welled up in his heart, making the hairs on his body stand on end. Li Yan's eyes widened abruptly, and he shouted at the five cultivators at the same time.
"Enemy attack!"
And just as his voice rang out, the cultivators on "Mutual Destruction Ridge," who were still in a daze, felt the ground beneath their feet tremble again. Then, in their terrified eyes, they heard a loud "thud" enter their ears. The already "slimmed down" "Mutual Destruction Ridge" had actually been lifted off the ground, and they, along with the surrounding rubble, weeds, and broken wood, were all sent flying into the air.
In an instant, they felt all the scenes around them slow down, and their ears lost all sound.
...
The white light pillar before Li Yan's eyes, at a speed visible to the naked eye, first contracted sharply inwards, then rapidly writhed and expanded outwards. Circles of rippling white patterns instantly shot into the mountain body.
The top of the white light pillar that shot straight into the sky also transformed into a huge white canopy, extending into the seemingly endless void on both sides.
As the white light pillar expanded, a powerful backlash struck the six of them. One of the other five let out a miserable scream, his physical body instantly turning into a cloud of blood mist.
Another's spiritual light flared up, and after a "peng" sound, he was sent flying backward like a projectile, then slammed heavily into the stone wall.
These stone walls themselves were protected by formations, but they couldn't withstand this impact. The protective formation was immediately damaged, and that cultivator was deeply embedded within, his life or death unknown.
Li Yan, however, sensed an irresistible force coming from his hands. Li Yan's control over power was already extremely precise. He sensed the aura of death at the first moment. This was a force he could not possibly resist, and his reaction was a fraction faster than the other five.
Just as that force touched his fingertips, his hands had already retracted from the white light pillar like lightning. But a wisp of the force still invaded his body. A sharp pain shot through Li Yan's meridians, and the Qiongqi Purgatory Art immediately activated instinctively.
The flesh, blood, and bones in his body instantly became as soft as flowing water, completely devouring the force that had invaded his body. And the purple light that had enveloped the entire cave residence actually shrank at an incredible speed, subsequently wrapping Li Yan alone within it.
The angry roars of the Little Purple Divine Dragon-Elephant echoed in Li Yan's mind. Amidst the dragon's roars and elephant's cries, the purple light around Li Yan shattered inch by inch. Being at the core of the formation, when the white light pillar collapsed, the impact the six of them endured was far greater than that of the other cultivators outside the cave.
All this seemed to happen slowly, but it all occurred in an instant. Li Yan felt his vision go dark. The white light pillar had disappeared, and giant rocks from all sides were pressing in on him.
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Outside the cave, the towering "Mutual Destruction Ridge" had been shaken nearly a hundred zhang off the ground. While still in the air, the mountain body was already emitting a continuous stream of fine "kaka" sounds.
Then, from all directions, came cries of anger and alarm, as well as hoarse shouts, the sounds filled with fury and fear, surging up to the sky.
"Fuc—"
"Attack!"
"Magical treasure attack, dodge—"
Under the instinct of crisis, various profanities and warning cries echoed across the land.
Streaks of light carrying the figures of cultivators continuously flew up within the "Yin-Yang Realm River Formation." The fine "kaka" sounds finally turned into a "peng" explosion.
The massive "Mutual Destruction Ridge" instantly exploded into a rain of stone. The dense rubble shot out in all directions with sharp, piercing whistles, an incredibly terrifying sight.
Many of the streaks of light that had just flown up were actually unable to block this stone rain. Miserable screams rose and fell one after another, and the multicolored streaks of light fell like broken kites, once again plunging towards the earth.
And then, the "Yin-Yang Realm River Formation" that had enveloped the entire mountain, like a semi-transparent, shattered mirror, with a "hualala" sound, erupted in clusters of dazzling golden light in the sky.
It was like a huge, brilliant firework blooming in the sky. In just an instant, the towering "Mutual Destruction Ridge" had vanished from the world without a trace.
Two hundred li away, the South Sea cultivators stood dumbfounded. They had already raised their Spirit Power shields under the orders of the Demonic Cultivators . Watching the stone rain falling from the sky like meteors, they continuously dodged the debris that flew for hundreds of li.
Although they could sense that the force of this stone rain did not pose a great threat to them, they still did not dare to block it head-on. The shock this all brought them was too great.
In their Divine Senses , the majestic mountain that had stood there before, the grand formation they had been unable to breach after attacking for over a month, had collapsed into nothing in an instant. They couldn't believe it.
A thought arose in many of their minds at the same time: "Perhaps only the attack of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator could have such divine power to overturn clouds and rain!"
Even though they were three hundred li away, their Spirit Power shields were still struck by a lot of the stone rain, causing their lights to flicker, and their Spirit Power was rapidly consumed as a result. From this, one could imagine the fate of the cultivators who were caught in it.
These cultivators estimated the power of the attack. As Foundation Establishment cultivators, they were already immortals in the eyes of mortals. If they wanted to destroy a mortal city, they would need to continuously cast several arts they considered to be of great power to have a chance of succeeding.
For a massive mountain like "Mutual Destruction Ridge," it was already very difficult for them to blast a ten-zhang-deep hole in it with their own Spirit Power .
For a giant mountain like this, which was also enveloped by something similar to a sect-protecting grand formation, to have its formation collapse after just three strikes, and for the mere residual power that seeped in to turn a massive mountain into a rain of stone... this was something they couldn't have imagined. It was also the first time since they began cultivating that they had seen an attack so powerful that it could destroy heaven and earth.