In the distance, a voice sounded somewhat excited, "You damned 'puppet,' trying to block my way? Hey, you things that are neither human nor ghost, what are you doing hiding in the back!"
It was Bu Luo . Relying on his sharp magical treasures, he had instantly killed a South Sea cultivator of a lower realm than him. This made him even more excited, and his movements became swifter.
However, he had also charged too far forward. The next moment, he was entangled by two South Sea cultivators. The consequences of charging deep into the enemy ranks became apparent—he was surrounded.
Bu Luo tried several times to forcibly break away from the two South Sea cultivators, but instead, he encountered danger several times and was almost hit in their joint attack.
At the same time, several more South Sea cultivators rushed towards him, but fortunately, they were intercepted by other cultivators. Yet, he still looked unafraid.
Just as the woman summoned the black earthenware pot, Wuye glanced at the battling pairs on both sides. He, who was supposed to be at the forefront, was now fighting in the rear.
The cultivators who had rushed past him were blocking the enemies in front, so for a moment, he was the only one left fighting an enemy in this area.
Wuye's face was as dark as water. He immediately thrust the bamboo staff in his hand downwards. Although he was in mid-air, the staff seemed to plunge deep into the earth, standing straight in front of him.
With a low shout, Wuye clasped his hands around the bamboo staff and then rubbed them together fiercely. The bamboo staff immediately began to spin wildly, creating a pillar of wind in front of him.
The wind pillar spun faster and faster, growing thicker and thicker, stirring up sand and stones within a hundred-zhang radius. Many of the cultivators fighting nearby had their protective spiritual lights flickering as they hastily moved away.
But the woman was not so lucky. Wuye's attack was aimed at her, and the force was directed straight at her. The two were very close, and the spinning wind pillar was already in front of her.
Although the woman had lost her mind, her instincts sensed the threat of death. This time, she didn't cast another art to counter it. With a tap of her foot on the void, she tried to leave the area.
But at this moment, the suction force from the wind pillar that had arrived in front of her held her fast, pulling her rapidly towards its center.
The wind pillar spun faster and faster. The woman sensed the aura of death coming from within it. She couldn't help but let out a cry of anger and alarm, a sharp screech that didn't sound human.
At the same time, she pointed her transverse flute to the sky. The flute instantly elongated, and with a "ding," one end of the flute actually pierced into the black earthenware pot still suspended in the air. The woman, whose body was tilting towards the wind pillar, was immediately pinned in the air.
Seeing this, Wuye sneered inwardly.
'Although the restrictions have caused these cultivators' potential to erupt, their minds are ultimately addled. If she had directly used that black earthenware pot to attack me at this time, it would have definitely affected my spell-casting, and she might have been able to escape. But now...'
The spiritual light on the woman's hands flared up. She was circulating the Spirit Power in her body, about to use its force to get away, but a new change occurred. From within the spinning wind pillar, two long, thin bamboo hands suddenly stretched out.
The two bamboo hands were astonishingly fast. Before the woman could react, they had already wrapped around her waist, holding her tight. Driven by the rapid rotation of the wind pillar, her body was almost instantly swung around, stretched into a strange, curved, slanted shape.
The force was so great that the woman hadn't even had time to exert force with the transverse flute in her hand. With a "shoo" sound, the transverse flute in her hand was pulled several feet longer, and then, her body was swept into the spinning wind pillar.
The woman's entire body immediately disappeared from view, leaving only one wrist outside, still firmly clutching the end of the transverse flute, bringing the spinning wind pillar to a dead stop.
A fierce glint flashed in Wuye's eyes. He retracted his hands and once again fiercely rubbed them in the air.
A miserable scream came from within the wind pillar. Then, the wind pillar, which had been brought to a stop, emitted a muffled "weng" sound and once again began to spin violently.
And outside the wind pillar, a wrist fell from the air. It was a severed limb, still holding one end of the transverse flute. From the severed wrist, drops of blood fell like a line of rain.
Seeing this, Wuye pressed his hand towards the wind pillar in the air again. The wildly spinning wind pillar rapidly shrank and then transformed into a streak of dark green light that shot into Wuye's hand. He caught it; it was still a bamboo staff.
And the woman was nowhere to be seen, having completely disappeared from this world.
Wuye's chest heaved violently a few times, and his face was also flushed. It was clear that the art he had just performed had consumed a great deal of his energy. It must have been one of his secret arts.
After calming himself down slightly, Wuye reached out his hand. The transverse flute and the black earthenware pot, having lost their master's Spirit Power control, were pulled into his hand and casually put into his Storage Pouch .
With a sweep of his Divine Sense , Wuye shot off to the other side, not even bothering to remove the half-severed limb from the transverse flute, putting it into his Storage Pouch as well.
Waste was not a good habit, especially for a Rogue Cultivator . Even half a Spirit Stone had to be earned with one's life.
In the distance, with a loud "rumble," a ball of golden light exploded in the sky. Accompanying the explosion were the shrill screams of several cultivators. But the screams had just begun when they were drowned out by the huge explosion.
There, a huge golden ball of light shot up into the sky, illuminating the area for a hundred-odd zhang so brightly that it was impossible to look at directly. Around the edge of the ball of light, many figures were rapidly fleeing.
Those who were slow to flee were caught by the edge of the dazzling light pillar. Then, a few more miserable screams were heard from afar, and a few figures either stumbled and continued to fly outwards, or fell directly towards the ground.
Three li away, Li Yan was engaged in a running battle with three people. Amidst the explosion, he swept the area with his Divine Sense .
'It's only been a dozen breaths since the battle started, and the Demonic Cultivators have already detonated a South Sea cultivator.'
In the huge explosion just now, besides the South Sea cultivator whose soul had already scattered, a Windy Cool Mountain cultivator who was fighting him also failed to escape in time and perished with him.
Along with them, two South Sea cultivators and one Windy Cool Mountain cultivator who were fighting nearby were also unable to escape and went to the Way of Reincarnation together.
This South Sea cultivator should have been at the initial-stage of Foundation Establishment , so he was no match for the late-stage Foundation Establishment Windy Cool Mountain cultivator opposite him. The Demonic Cultivator decisively detonated the restriction.
The self-destruction range of an initial-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator was about one to two hundred zhang, so many cultivators in the surrounding area were affected.
Although most of them withstood the aftershock with their defensive talismans or Spirit Power shields, a small number of cultivators had their defenses shattered and were either blasted into pieces or heavily injured and fell to the ground.
Most of these Windy Cool Mountain cultivators had just been conscripted. Although they had long heard that Demonic Cultivators would detonate restrictions, they were still not vigilant enough. As soon as they engaged the enemy, they forgot about this matter.
Unlike people like Gong Yuantai , who, as soon as they engaged an enemy, would either take the opponent high into the sky, far away, or pull them sideways to create distance from others. They were already accustomed to this.
Within a hundred-zhang space, if there were others fighting, the chaotic degree of the Spirit Power and the abnormalities in the space were simply not something they could sense in time during a fierce battle. They would be implicated as a result.
After pulling the enemy far away from others' battle range, their attention was also highly focused at all times. If there was any abnormal fluctuation in the opponent's Spirit Power , they would immediately find a way to break free and flee as far away as possible.
This was the life-saving experience that Gong Yuantai and the other veteran team members had gained.
Just from this one detonation by the Demonic Cultivators , two Windy Cool Mountain cultivators had already died.
However, because the South Sea cultivators outnumbered the Windy Cool Mountain cultivators, they were mostly in a situation of multiple attackers against one. As a result, three of them died in the blast.
The Demonic Cultivators in the rear were of course very clear about the distribution of the cultivators on the field, but they didn't care at all. In any case, it was good if one more Windy Cool Mountain cultivator died.
Today, the superiors had issued a death order. Either the Windy Cool Mountain cultivators died, or they did.
After this detonation, the conscripted Windy Cool Mountain cultivators were instantly on alert. In a flash, they all took the South Sea cultivators who had already lost their minds and either flew higher to fight, or pulled away to create distance from others in other directions.
The entire battlefield expanded by five or six times in an instant.
But the various immortal arts and attacks of the cultivators did not appear sparse in this space just because the distance had widened. Instead, in this one area of heaven and earth, battles broke out everywhere—up, down, left, and right—and the fighting became even more intense.
Curses, screams, the strange cries of various magical treasures, and the sharp screeches of spiritual beasts rose and fell one after another, echoing through the heavens and the earth.
There were quite a few people like Li Yan and Wuye who killed their opponents too quickly. For a time, they didn't leave the Demonic Cultivators any time to detonate the restrictions.
But now, the number of cultivators on both sides was extremely unequal. Some Windy Cool Mountain cultivators were even besieged by two or three South Sea cultivators. In such situations, the Windy Cool Mountain cultivator would usually perish within a few moves.
In just over twenty breaths, one-on-one situations were already extremely rare. At the very least, one Windy Cool Mountain cultivator had to face two or more South Sea cultivators.
Bu Luo had long lost his earlier excitement. When he first entered the enemy crowd, he had indeed used two magical treasures to trap a cultivator in a pincer attack from the front and back, then summoned another magical treasure to kill that person in a flash.
However, that South Sea cultivator was only at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment . So for Bu Luo , he already had a level advantage, not to mention his many surprising magical treasures.
But the next moment, his joy turned to sorrow. Perhaps he was too high-profile, using three magical treasures at once. As a result, he was targeted by a Demonic Cultivator in the rear.
This Demonic Cultivator's eyes lit up as he stared at the bamboo basket on Bu Luo's back, and he immediately ordered two South Sea cultivators to surround him.
Bu Luo didn't pay much attention at first, but by the time he felt something was wrong and wanted to escape the encirclement, it was too late. The pincer attack was already formed.
If that Demonic Cultivator had detonated the restrictions at this time, not to mention two cultivators besieging Bu Luo , even if just one cultivator had entangled him at such a close distance, Bu Luo would likely have been in grave danger.
But that Demonic Cultivator was also a connoisseur. He could tell at a glance that the bamboo basket on Bu Luo's back was extraordinary. He was naturally afraid that the cultivator's self-destruction might damage the bamboo basket, which unintentionally saved Bu Luo's life.
With the South Sea cultivators having the advantage, the Demonic Cultivators couldn't just detonate the restrictions like that. It wouldn't do them any good.
Placing restrictions on South Sea cultivators was also a very difficult matter, requiring a Demonic Cultivator of a higher major realm to do so.
The number of Golden Core cultivators on the Demon Clan's side was already very tight. Since the start of the war, Golden Core cultivators and Demon Lords had been continuously perishing, so the number of Demonic Cultivators who could place restrictions on Foundation Establishment cultivators had become much smaller.
Bu Luo had just taken a walk through the gates of hell, and he didn't even know it. He could be said to have great fortune.
Under the pincer attack of the two cultivators, Bu Luo held a golden brick in one hand. The brick glowed with a halo of light. With a shake of his left hand, the golden brick flew out.
The golden brick grew in the wind, instantly expanding to the size of a washbasin. With a "whoosh," it smashed towards the head of the person on the left. And Bu Luo's movements did not pause for a moment; another magical treasure was summoned at the same time.