Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1951: 1444: Ambush (Part 2)

An uproar exploded across the entire stronghold the moment several Elders declared openly that an army of Demon Cultivators and Devil Beasts, totaling up to thirty thousand strong, was drawing near.

“Damn it! Why didn’t you mention sooner that the foes were this formidable? Had I realized, I’d never have shown up here and squandered my time!”

“Exactly, exactly!”

“Hurry, let’s escape—don’t let this conflict pull us under!”

In a flash, numerous cultivators went ghostly white with fear, shaking violently. They said nothing more, whipping around and fleeing desperately, like prey pursued by a savage creature, tripping in haste toward the spatial rift.

The Li family cultivators, informed well in advance, simply observed with icy detachment. Provided those folks avoided mocking or defaming the Li family, the cultivators from Li wouldn’t step in.

“Tch!”

“What a pack of spineless cowards! Weren’t you aware risks were involved? You’re just hunting for a way to flee while saving face.”

For every group gripped by fear, others burned with anticipation—thrilled and impatient, already dreaming of the riches they might reap from the impending clash!

Witnessing those spineless weaklings, so laughable and contemptible, a few couldn’t resist chuckling and hurling some barbs.

“Who do you think you are? If you dare, come forward and we’ll hash this out! Prove you’ve got the chops to talk like that!”

The escaping cultivators felt humiliated already; now exposed and jeered at, their expressions darkened further as they geared up to punish the mockers and reclaim some pride.

“Bring it! Who’s scared of whom!”

At once, a handful of cultivators advanced, brimming with disdain, jeering, “No surprise you lack the nerve to face those Outer Realm Creatures—your bravery’s all wasted on fellow cultivators like us.”

“You! Drop dead!”

After enduring the taunts, one cultivator lost control and lashed out right there—a burst of scorching flames erupted from his palm, streaking fiercely at the offender.

“Enough!”

The Li family members, who’d remained aloof spectators, bellowed and shattered the flames with a rapid strike.

They shot stern looks at the would-be deserters, warning, “You’d best depart at once, or once the fight ignites, the spatial rift seals shut. You’ll be trapped then, no matter how much you beg!”

Upon hearing that, the cultivators’ faces twisted in deeper gloom, yet they held their tongues, slinking off to the spatial rift with grim scowls.

Once the ridiculous scene ended, the previously packed stronghold cleared up noticeably.

On this occasion, more than a thousand individuals fled in terror.

In truth, the ones remaining weren’t without fear—they craved greater rewards than others, so they chose to stay.

Time dragged on at a torturous pace. What usually flew by in moments now crawled unbearably!

As the combined force of Demon Cultivators and Devil Beasts neared and the showdown loomed, over ten thousand clansmen and rogue cultivators became increasingly agitated and on edge.

Even with the removal of those who could undermine spirits and sap battle fervor, inactivity only fueled mounting tension.

Dong dong dong——

All at once, a crisp, soothing bell tolled across the stronghold, akin to a gentle spring gust, swiftly dispelling the gloom weighing on hearts; many cultivators found themselves unwinding from it.

Moments glided past unnoticed, and two hours later, a shadowy form emerged far off, gradually soaring in their direction.

“They’re here!”

Li Zhirui materialized out of thin air, his words empowered by mana, ringing clearly in every clansman’s ears: “Everyone, prepare yourselves!”

Per the Li family’s scheme, merely three to four thousand cultivators stood visible; the rest concealed themselves in beds or other spots, set to ambush the Demon Cultivators and Devil Beasts.

Meanwhile—

The massive cloud formation, comprising tens of thousands of Demon Cultivators and Devil Beasts, advanced steadily toward the Li family stronghold.

“Almost here!”

Those words jolted every slumbering Demon Cultivator and Devil Beast awake in an instant.

“Ga ga ga! At last, we’ve arrived—I’m dying to savor the meat and blood of these Outer Realm cultivators!” One Devil Beast’s features contorted into a hideous smirk; as its jaws parted, a foul stench billowed forth, overwhelming any who caught the scent.

“Wonder if these cultivators can endure our follow-up charge.”

“What a drag—this level of opposition hardly warrants the buildup. Sheer squandering of my valuable hours.”

Regardless of their smirks, anticipation, or other feelings, they’d reached the spot—and now they were present!

Rumble rumble——

Before they could settle in, rays of spiritual radiance lanced skyward from the stronghold beneath, intent on ripping them to shreds.

The abrupt ambush caused real harm—though just a smidge.

Roughly a few dozen perished, nothing but the frail ones.

“Hahahahaha… Seems that’s the extent of their power!”

The outcome sparked wild laughter among the Demon Cultivators and Devil Beasts; they were stunned at how feeble their adversaries seemed.

“I recall the Immortal Tao once assaulted this stronghold, yet couldn’t claim it and took severe casualties. Clearly, those cultivators were feeble as well—no shock they fell to Outer Realm Creatures.”

“Given their frailty, I nearly regret bothering to hit them.”

Demon Cultivators possess wild, warped natures; even confronting forces, they’d blurt such foolish remarks—a bizarre sight indeed.

Naturally, inwardly they understood—the foes seemed feeble at present, not due to any real deficiency in might.

Without true capability, how could they have eradicated the Immortal Tao?

The explanation was straightforward: exploiting the absence of mighty Outer Realm beings, particularly that Female Sword Cultivator, to prey on the vulnerable.

The fact they assembled thirty thousand for this assault revealed their underlying worry and dread.

Were they genuinely dismissive of the stronghold, no such massive force would’ve been called up.

Having scouted and discovered only slightly over three thousand cultivators present, with power barely notable, the majority of Demon Cultivators and Devil Beasts relaxed, bordering on disinterest.

Yet they remained oblivious—the true peril loomed right at hand!

Within the stronghold, Li Zhirui held back initially, since few outsiders knew of him. In fact, all locals aware of his presence had met their end by his doing.

Rather, he lurked in the shadows, scrutinizing the demon horde’s layout.

Together with the thousands of concealed cultivators, each would deliver one lethal Killing Move against the foes—and with just that single shot, precision was essential, no room for errors.

Spotting numerous Demon Cultivators and Devil Beasts loosening up upon deeming the stronghold feeble, Li Zhirui recognized the perfect moment!

‘Xiu Ting, Xiu Jiang, Chonglou… alert all: ready your mightiest Killing Move in thirty breaths—target the demon army!’

Not feasible to contact each hidden individual directly—thousands existed, and though his Spiritual Soul proved robust, it wasn’t practical.

Attempting it would drain him completely—no energy remaining for other tasks, much less executing the Killing Move.

Fortunately, preparations were set in advance; Li Zhirui merely had to signal select clan kin, who’d spread the word further.

‘Received!’

Li Xiuting and her companions swiftly relayed the orders to their groups of hundreds each.

Next, they set about charging their Killing Moves, poised to unleash them all at once!

Li Zhirui locked his eyes on the Demon Cultivators at Human Immortality Realm. Regarding the Human Immortal Devil Beasts, he doubted a one-hit kill—but against Demon Cultivators, his confidence surged!