Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1962: 1450: Explosion

Capítulo 1962: Chapter 1450: Explosion

To execute this strategy, following a brief consultation, the Human Immortals resolved to ignore Li Zhixuan’s encampment from now on—even should the foes launch an assault, they’d merely hold their ground.

Their aim was to concentrate forces, strike straight at the intruders’ stronghold, block their escape routes, and gradually eliminate them afterward.

Thus, on that very evening, a squad made up solely of top-tier Devil Race warriors and Demonic Tao experts stealthily departed, heading directly toward the outpost that had once imprinted bitter recollections upon them.

Following an overnight flight in evasion, just as they neared the spot, they reduced speed and started replenishing their exhausted mana.

Two hours passed, and they resumed their journey, arriving at the target shortly thereafter.

However, the scene unfolding before them was utterly astonishing!

Beneath the faint, luminous heavens, the valley that ought to have been shielded by arrays and packed with layered structures now stood utterly barren! Not a single remnant remained.

The group probed every inch using their divine sense, but failed to detect even the faintest indication!

“Have they shifted locations, or perhaps already departed the Floating Light Realm?” A Demon Cultivator creased his brow, hesitant to decide.

“It’s likely the first option.”

Yet another Demon Cultivator remarked: “More than ten thousand invading cultivators still linger in the Floating Light Realm; they wouldn’t abandon them all.”

“So, what’s our next move?”

Their objective had been to raze this base and sever the invaders’ withdrawal path, yet now no target loomed in sight—how were they to proceed?

“The fact that the opponents relocated suggests their forces are diminished. The issue lies in our inability to locate them swiftly.”

Moreover, they lacked the luxury of prolonged searching—given that a fierce clash might ignite anytime, a hasty return was essential.

The Demon Cultivator murmured lowly, “Therefore, our only choice is to demolish this site, proclaim we’ve pierced their barriers, and attempt to deceive them while striking at their morale!”

“That scheme won’t succeed! If they’re merely moving, they’ve probably coordinated it in advance.”

Nevertheless, upon reflection, no superior alternative emerged; they’d have to give it a shot. Perhaps it might succeed? Worst case, they’d expend some mana in vain.

“As we commence, maintain distance, lest those vile rogues planted traps upon departure.”

A chill ran through everyone—absolutely! Those accursed intruders were notorious for such deceptions.

Rumble—

Wary of potential snares in the valley, not one disembarked from the spirit boat—they remained aboard and unleashed their divine abilities in spell form.

Blasts thundered without cease, debris flew skyward, stones cracked and rolled down the inclines.

In mere moments, the entire valley lay entombed, completely filled by innumerable tumbling rocks!

Next, they conjured illusions nearby mimicking a grand battle’s aftermath: strewn corpses, gore-drenched and horrifying—and captured the spectacle entirely with a memory stone.

This fabricated “tool” would serve to undermine the invaders’ resolve and spirit!

Armed with this concocted “tool,” the group turned back, hearts heavy with unease.

Yet what these fiends and beasts remained oblivious to was that, from their entry into the valley, a watchful gaze had tracked them throughout—every utterance and deed observed with crystal clarity.

It belonged to Li Zhirui, concealed far below the soil, safeguarding the space anchor!

He offered no comment on their maneuvers—truth be told, they had scant choices and resorted to self-deception like this.

“It appears Zhixuan has mounted considerable pressure on them, or else they wouldn’t resort to such tactics.”

This occasion might truly allow them to conclude the conflict here and seize the Floating Light Realm!

And those devilish creatures, after hours more of evasive flight, made it back to the mountain outpost and relayed the base’s status along with their ploy.

“Seems they anticipated it, fortifying against our raid,” a Demon Cultivator promptly noted.

Confronted by this development, however, they stood helpless to alter it.

“Regarding your attempted tactic, we’ll observe if it yields results.” Even so, he harbored little optimism.

A devil beast declared, “You’ve toiled strenuously on this round trip. Take time to recuperate. Lacking a quick path, we must overpower those intruders through raw might. Your utmost will be required when the moment arrives.”

The rest concurred—indeed, no other avenue existed.

Meanwhile, nearby within the Primordial Spirit Camp—

“Ancestor Xuan, urgent news requires your attention.” A clansman abruptly appeared beyond Li Zhixuan’s cave dwelling and rapped on the entrance.

As the realm’s locals refused to engage in combat, Li Zhixuan couldn’t compel a full assault on the mountain—after all, attackers faced inherent drawbacks, and with their sparse ranks, they couldn’t afford heavy losses as expendable forces.

Thus, she remained in the camp, biding time for a chance.

With a groan, the door eased open gradually.

“What has occurred?”

“Salutations, Ancestor Xuan.”

After a respectful bow, he swiftly conveyed his observation, “Moments ago, I spotted a band of devils and monsters stealthily re-entering the mountains from afar.”

“Oh?”

Li Zhixuan’s detached visage swiftly grew grave, and she inquired, “Did you observe anything further?”

“No other details.” This glimpse itself was coincidental; suspecting hidden implications, he rushed to inform her.