Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1522 - 823: Human Clan Cultivators, Report Your Names
Previously on Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension...
The unique landscape of the Heavenly Rift Valley allows for strong defense while being hard to assault.
Yet, against the relentless gales that pierced everywhere, this distinctive terrain amplified the winds' ferocity by ten times.
One tornado pillar surged after another, hurling innumerable massive boulders against the barrier, which flickered wildly and teetered on the verge of total breakdown.
Right then, without waiting for any commands from leaders, a bunch of Foundation Establishment cultivators hurriedly pulled back to the tall tower, seeking shelter in its robust build to dodge the devastating tempest.
Upon witnessing this, Zhao Yongxian's countenance grew exceedingly somber.
Master Ming Yue wore a grave look, inwardly considering withdrawal.
He abruptly proposed, "The foe is too mighty! Why don't you and I pull back into the tower for now to avoid the gale?"
"Pull back? I'm worried escape isn't possible!" Zhao Yongxian replied dourly, letting out a sigh, "The Ancestor... oh, he departed at the worst possible moment!"
Crack, crack...
At that instant, the barrier could no longer endure the wind's assault, exploding right away into myriad sparkling lights that the gale swiftly dispersed.
"Fall back!" Zhao Yongxian bellowed icily, his form blurring as he plunged directly toward the tower beneath.
Master Ming Yue's features shifted subtly. After a brief pause, he didn't risk running off alone and instead trailed after him, dashing into the tower below.
With the pair withdrawing into the tall tower, the gale rushed in, swallowing the whole camp in a flash.
The Golden Gang Stone tower remained steadfast like a peak, unmoved by the raging storm.
Just when the Zhao Family cultivators started to feel a bit at ease, the crisis escalated abruptly.
Guided by an invisible Divine Thought, the tornado pillars zeroed in on the Golden Gang Stone tower, while hundreds of Wind Blades materialized from thin air, slashing savagely at the structure's exterior.
In a heartbeat, the tower was left scarred all over, its dense and resilient Golden Gang Stone eroded bit by bit by the ceaseless Wind Blades, with the outer layer swiftly wearing down to a dangerously thin state.
Observing this, the cultivators brimmed with worry, and they hurriedly cast diverse Earth Element spells to reinforce the tower.
At the same time, Zhao Yongxian arrived at the tower's base, pressed his palms to the earth, and covertly triggered a concealed Array using his Divine Sense.
The following instant, the ground silently split apart, uncovering a tunnel delving below.
This tunnel stretched hundreds of yards beneath the surface, its outlet hovering in the air atop a cliff eighty miles distant, set up by the Zhao Family as an escape route.
Not just in this tower, but every tower featured its own subterranean tunnel, although their outlets varied.
As Zhao Yongxian activated the tunnel, the hidden paths in the other towers opened too, allowing Zhao Family cultivators to file into them one by one, hastening toward the exits.
Lacking anyone to maintain it, the tower's exterior was quickly pierced by the keen Wind Blades, and tower after tower fell to the gales' fury.
This camp, upheld for such a long period, was reduced to barren land in under 45 minutes by the gale.
As the proverb goes, fortune and misfortune arise in the Heavenly Rift Valley! Fate's whims have ever been so capricious.
Ah ah!!
All of a sudden, shrill cries rang out from the tunnel's depths, as a pack of Drilling Armor Demon Beasts materialized from the shadows, launching a surprise attack on the Zhao Family cultivators in desperate flight.
Every one of these Drilling Armor Demon Beasts possessed formidable might, the weakest exceeding third-tier.
Using their armor akin to Vajra indestructibility, they tore through the tunnel unchecked, sowing carnage and bloodshed in their wake.
Zhao Family's Foundation Establishment cultivators stood no chance against these Golden Core stage Demon Beasts, facing devastating losses in mere moments.
Yet, the tide shifted once more shortly after.
Having fled some distance, certain Foundation Establishment cultivators abruptly hurled out a Yin Chen Wood Coffin, cut their wrists open, and poured copious essence blood onto it.
Through a chant of spells, the coffin's cover lifted, and a towering Golden Armored Corpse clad in thick plating soared upward, lunging straight at the assailing Drilling Armor Demon Beasts.
In no time, the Golden Armored Corpse clashed fiercely with the Golden Core Demon Beasts.
Not solely in this tunnel, but identical events played out across the others.
The influx of the Golden Armored Corpse forces sharply cut the Zhao Family's losses, turning a hopeless peril into a fragile chance at endurance.
Still, absent any surprise aid, the majority were doomed, with death's path the only one left, no avenue to survival.
Pairing with Master Ming Yue, Zhao Yongxian and the duo of Golden Core experts swiftly overcame the blocking Golden Core Demon Beasts, ultimately guiding seven or eight Foundation Establishment youths to the eighty-mile-distant exit.
But they could scarcely foresee the true nature of their adversary.
"Hehe, a few rats slipped away?" Jun Tianxing perched atop the Roc's head, abruptly tilting his gaze dozens of miles off, a wicked grin curling his lips.
As offspring of the King of Dapeng Demon Country, Jun Tianxing defied norms, standing among the rare defiant demons of the king's progeny who pursued the Heavenly Demon Transformation path.
In the conflict pitting Demon Country against Human Clan, he was first sidelined from the demon elite, then sent to the human rear for menial tasks.
Such grievances stoked Jun Tianxing's blazing fury, which he unleashed upon Human Clan cultivators.
In the last half-year, Jun Tianxing, whose power neared a Human Clan's God Transformation, had razed almost thirty human outposts, claiming over ten thousand cultivator lives.
The Zhao Family camp was modest in size and bereft of any Nascent Soul cultivator.
Jun Tianxing deemed it utterly boring, his innate savagery now fixating on Zhao Yongxian and the fleeing survivors.
Zhao Yongxian would never have dreamed their foe was the royal blood heir, strength matching Nascent Soul Perfection, son of the Demon Country's ruler.
"Hehe, advance, Jiao!" Jun Tianxing planted his foot on the Roc's crown, issuing a sudden directive.
This Green-winged Roc, though a hybrid of lowly wits, boasted power to challenge Nascent Soul figures.
Obeying his lord's call, the Green-winged Roc beat its wings, whipping up a vortex and plummeting from more than thirty miles out.
Boom!
Right as the Green-winged Roc unfurled its wings for the dive, a thunderous blast resounded from the cliff faces.
The instant after, the sheer walls inexplicably collapsed, two colossal stone hands the size of peaks thrusting from the rock, crushing down onto the Roc's wings with immense force.
The Roc emitted a shrill wail, its colossal frame smashing into the earth, excavating a vast crater on impact.
"Who dares?!" Jun Tianxing's hawk-like eyes bulged, his roar thundering in fury.
As his shout rang out, an overbearing Divine Thought swept across a hundred-mile span, pinpointing the covert assailant almost at once.
Jun Tianxing's gaze ignited with savage gleam, his Feather Robe billowing outward, plumes erecting and launching forth in a barrage.
Like a thicket of arrows, the feathers streaked like myriad thunderbolts, striking the emptiness a hundred yards distant in a blink.
In that split second, a platinum round mirror surfaced from nothingness, interposing itself before the swarm of Feather Swords.
The round mirror gleamed intensely, its face undulating like water, drawing the Feather Swords inside.
No, it pulled them into the Golden Mirror.
Jun Tianxing's eyes tightened, mind whirling, and his Divine Thought seized the leftover Feather Swords to redirect them.
But unbeknownst to him, the Golden Circular Mirror unleashed a vast pulling force, yanking nearly a hundred Feather Swords uncontrollably into its depths.
In that very moment, from behind the White Gold Circular Mirror stepped a lofty, valiant youth, none other than the absent Zhao Sheng.
Upon materializing, he unleashed a potent aura, his Divine Thought gushing like a flood, subtly rivaling Jun Tianxing's.
Zhao Sheng reached out to seize the Western Xiantang Mirror, then abruptly expelled three rays of light from his frame.
The rays ascended, morphing into azure, ebony, and crimson round mirrors, floating ahead of him—the Eastern Kongsang Mirror, Northern Mirage Cloud Mirror, and Southern Haoyang Mirror!
Jun Tianxing's face hardened into icy menace as he first eyed the Green-winged Roc, pinned by a Stone Mirror and immobilized, then lifted his sight to the Human Clan cultivator a hundred yards off, sneering coldly:
"Hehe, skillful enough to slip the king's detection, no obscure figure! Human Clan cultivator, declare your identity! After death, the king shall inscribe your name on the Sky Tower."
Zhao Sheng grinned and responded, "Should you live, you'll surely learn this old man's title. For now... witness the old man's Great Five Elements Extinction Divine Light."
His words barely ended when the Five Directions Treasure Mirrors all blazed with light!