ebookslot Chapter 120 Allied Forces vs. Good and Evil in a Deadly Battle
Chapter 120 Allied Forces vs. Good and Evil in a Deadly Battle
The gray mist churned endlessly, and the whispers of the mind-altering array still lingered in their ears, yet no one's mind wavered now. Dozens of human newcomers stood shoulder to shoulder, their weapons gleaming coldly, their fighting spirit overpowering the bewitching power of the array. On one side, the Qin family disciples and the evil cultivators formed a formidable alliance, their black robes embodying a mingled evil power and the true energy of their noble families, creating a chilling aura that pressed down on the outer perimeter of the core area, making it difficult to breathe.
Qin Hao stood at the front of the allied forces, flanked by two Qin family guards, both possessing mid-stage Transformation Realm cultivation. These guards were specially assigned by Qin Cang to protect him. He stroked the bruises on his wrists that hadn't completely faded, his eyes blazing with hatred: "Lin Chen, you always love to play the hero, thinking you can reverse the situation by gathering a bunch of rabble? A thousand-year plan—how could you mere brats possibly shake it?"
The leading elder of the evil race slowly stepped forward, his withered hand twirling a string of bone beads. A thick, almost tangible, evil mist surrounded him; his cultivation had reached the late stage of the Transformation Realm, making him the strongest warrior among the evil forces in this secret realm. The bone beads clashed, producing a crisp, strange sound, subtly carrying a bewitching tone. He walked to the forefront of the allied forces, his turbid eyes sweeping over the human lines. A slow grin spread across his lips, revealing black and yellow teeth: "The Martial Emperor's inheritance and Star Marrow Liquid should never have remained in human hands. Those who know what's good for them, lay down your weapons and submit to my race, and I may spare your lives. Those who resist will only perish."
Lin Chen did not answer.
His foot stomped out, shattering a gray-black stone beneath his feet. The Star Martial Core spun rapidly within his dantian, its rotation speed nearly twice as fast as usual. A buzzing sound emanated from his dantian, spreading throughout his limbs and bones, like an engine pushed to its limit. Silvery-white star power surged simultaneously through his twelve meridians, its flow more than three times greater than before his breakthrough. Wherever the star power passed, the meridians felt scalding hot, as if the blood vessels were flowing not with true qi, but with melting starlight. The Star Sword was drawn, its blade shimmering with starlight—not deliberately activated, but a natural outpouring of star power saturated to overflowing.
"Traitors and demons, how dare you speak so arrogantly here!" His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear and distinct, like nails driven into wood. Silvery-white starlight erupted from the tip of his sword, sweeping away the gray mist within several feet in front of him. "Today, I will sever your ambitions and cleanse the filth from this secret realm."
"Let's do it!"
At the elder's command, nearly fifty allied soldiers charged forward. The black-robed villain led the charge, unleashing various evil arts and poisons, churning black mist and filling the air with the stench of decay and burning. The Qin family disciples followed closely behind, unleashing their profound-level techniques; crimson, cyan, and yellow true energy pierced the hazy mist, crushing towards the human lines. The charge of fifty men shook the ground, sent boulders flying, and tore the air apart with sharp whistles.
"Form ranks! Layered defense!"
The burly military man who had spoken earlier roared, his voice like a muffled thunderclap. His name was Zhao Tiejun, the top fighter among the new recruits in the military, a peak-level cultivator at the Meridian Opening Realm, who had once single-handedly killed three fourth-tier ferocious beasts on the border. Holding a heavy sword wider than his arm, he was the first to stand at the front.
The new recruits from the military quickly formed a battle formation, their thick protective auras coalescing into a single, yellowish-brown light that resembled a moving city wall, forming the first line of defense. Individual cultivators from various aristocratic families and ordinary geniuses occupied the middle ranks; some wielded bows and arrows, some unleashed ranged martial arts techniques, and others prepared talismans, waiting for an opportunity to attack. Su Muyue and Chu Fan, leading several array masters, stood at the rear, layering defensive formations upon each other. The golden array patterns, overlapping like a blooming golden lotus, firmly protected the entire line of defense.
The battle erupted suddenly.
The evil cultivators unleashed sinister martial arts such as Black Bone Poison Claw and Soul-Eating Yin Wind, filling the sky with black mist that instantly withered vegetation wherever it passed. The Qin family disciples, on the other hand, activated their family's inherited techniques, such as the Azure Wind Soaring Technique and Mountain-Splitting Force, their fist and blade strikes fierce and domineering, targeting the weak points in the human formation. The two forces collided with the human formation like a flood crashing against a dam, creating a deafening roar as shockwaves rippled outwards, sending pebbles flying half a meter into the air.
Leng Feng gripped his battle blade and charged straight at the several evil thugs who were charging at him.
He didn't shout, didn't yell, and didn't even show any extra expression. The military's "Breaking Formation Sword Technique" unfolded, the blade's light as sharp as frost, yellowish-brown true energy condensed on the blade, each strike carrying an unstoppable momentum, specifically designed to break through evil energy defenses. A demon at the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm lashed out with claws, the nails on his five fingers as long as daggers, the tips gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light, aimed straight for Leng Feng's face. Leng Feng neither dodged nor evaded; the blade and claw collided, a piercing scraping sound like metal scraping against glass, sparks flying everywhere. The evil claw instantly shattered, two fingers flying off, still twitching on the ground. The demon screamed and flew backward, knocking down two companions behind him.
"In one-on-one combat, you're far from good enough," Leng Feng shouted in a deep voice, his feet never stopping as he weaved through the enemy ranks. His battle blade slashed left and right, each strike felling someone, each strike sending someone back. One man, one blade, he single-handedly withstood most of the frontal assault. But several wounds had appeared on his shoulders and back, his clothes torn in several places, revealing the bloody, mangled skin beneath. He had no time to stop the bleeding, and he didn't even feel the pain.
Su Ling'er moved swiftly across the battle lines, her jade-like hands flying, hurling pills one after another. Purifying Pills exploded in the air, transforming into blazing flames that scorched the billowing evil mist, causing the black-robed villains to howl in agony. Healing Pills landed precisely in the hands of wounded comrades, melting upon contact with skin, their medicinal power seeping into wounds to rapidly repair torn meridians and external injuries. Paralyzing Pills spread a pale purple mist, slowing the enemy's advance; the Qin family members at the forefront were enveloped in the medicinal mist, their steps immediately becoming unsteady, as if walking on cotton. As a genius in the field of pills, she had become the entire allied army's mobile medicine storehouse, rushing to wherever casualties occurred. Her forehead was covered in sweat, her ponytail long since undone, her hair sticking to her face, but she didn't bother to brush it away, her eyes constantly fixed on the battlefield, constantly calculating who needed pills most, who could still hold on, and who couldn't.
Chu Fan's fingers flew across the keyboard, as fast as playing a musical instrument. Dozens of detection arrays, binding arrays, and dismantling arrays were simultaneously deployed, their patterns spreading in all directions like a spider web. Any insidious arrays laid down by the evil race or the Qin family's combined attack techniques were dismantled layer by layer by his Myriad Manifestations Dismantling Array; those arrays were reduced to fragments before they could even take shape. His gaze was sharp as a knife, constantly marking gaps in the enemy's formation, loudly reminding everyone to adjust their positions.
"Left flank! Three evil cultivators are working together to activate the Soul Devouring Array, prioritizing their kills! That array has absorbed almost 20% of our true energy!"
"Right side! The three members of the Qin family form a triangular battle formation. Don't engage them head-on! Go around to their rear! Attack their formation's core! The core is under the feet of the person in the middle!"
His voice was sharp and rapid, like a messenger on the battlefield, every word carrying urgency, yet not a single word wasted. His glasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose; he didn't have time to push them up, so they were just worn askew on his face, a few drops of blood splattered on the lenses—whose was it?
Su Muyue commanded the main array, twelve array flags fluttering in the air as the Evil-Suppressing Star-Suppressing Array continuously expanded and strengthened. The golden array patterns, like a massive canopy, protected everyone within, forcefully blocking several rounds of barrages of evil arts and techniques. The evil energy clashed with the array patterns, producing muffled booms like thunder rolling overhead. With each impact, her body swayed slightly, her face paling a fraction. The blood poison within her body, stimulated by the massive amount of evil energy, surged restlessly, like a startled venomous snake, writhing wildly through her meridians, gnawing at her true energy and her mind. Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from her forehead, trickling down her cheeks, dripping onto the array flags, only to be evaporated by the array's high temperature. Her lips were white, her fingers trembled, but she never retreated a single step, never allowing even the slightest crack to appear in the array patterns.