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Immortal Patriarch: Strength in the Family's Vitality (Web Novel) - Chapter 2020: Surrounded by Powerful Enemies Within, Besieged by Demonic Cultivators Without!
Chapter 2020: Surrounded by Powerful Enemies Within, Besieged by Demonic Cultivators Without!
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Perfect synergy.The air was thick with tension, almost reaching a point where it felt solid enough to touch.
The mountain wind howled, whipping their robes, creating a sound akin to rustling leaves.
“Kill!”
Like a tide, the black-clad Demonic Cultivators surged frenziedly from the billowing Demonic Qi.
Their eyes burned with scarlet flames, devoid of any human emotions, filled only with desires for slaughter and destruction.
A variety of strange and malicious spells transformed into a sky full of black light, green fire, and blood-colored spears, which descended upon Wangyue Valley’s Defensive Magic Array.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The deafening roar echoed incessantly.
The pale golden light screen enveloping the entire valley shook violently under the storm-like attack, creating ripples like it could shatter at any moment.
Behind the valley’s fortifications, Qingyun Sect disciples wore grave expressions.
They gripped their Magic Artifacts tightly, channeling their Spiritual Power unreservedly into the Array’s focal points to maintain the light screen’s stability.
Qin Mingyuan stood on top of the highest arrow tower, his expression as cold and hard as steel.
His gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, fixed firmly on the rear of the Demonic Cultivators’ army.
There, three figures hovered quietly in mid-air.
They exuded an aura far surpassing other Demonic Cultivators, an aura belonging to the Nascent Soul Stage.
This was the true threat.
“Hold steady! Don’t panic!”
Qin Mingyuan’s voice, like a sounding bell, rang clearly in the ears of every disciple.
“Archers, get ready!”
“Follow my command!”
“Three, two, one!”
“Release!”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At the command, thousands of Demon-breaking Arrows, long prepared for launch, transformed into a golden torrent that tore through the darkness, striking the Demonic Cultivators’ ranks fiercely.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sound of arrows piercing flesh echoed continuously.
The low-level Demonic Cultivators at the forefront fell in swathes like wheat being harvested.
Where Demon-breaking Arrows struck, plumes of black smoke rose, akin to rotten wood burning under intense fire.
Yet these Demonic Cultivators showed no fear of death.
They seemed impervious to pain; as those ahead fell, those behind immediately trampled their companions’ corpses to continue the mad charge forward.
“Hmph, a bunch of cannon fodder.”
Qin Mingyuan snorted coldly.
He understood this was merely a probing attack from the opponent.
Indeed, at that moment, one Nascent Soul Stage Demonic Cultivator from the rear began to move.
It was a gaunt, bamboo-like figure.
Raising a withered palm, he grasped toward Wangyue Valley’s direction from afar.
“Blood Demon Palm Imprint!”
Instantly, the corpses of the slain Demonic Cultivators exploded into thick blood mist.
This mist rapidly gathered in the air, forming a terrifying blood-red giant hand, large enough to cover a hundred zhang.
The hand exuded a sky-high resentment, countless faces twisted in agony faintly visible within, releasing silent wails.
The blood-red giant hand, carrying immense force, slammed towards the defensive light screen.
Rumble!
An unprecedentedly loud noise shook the entire Wangyue Valley violently.
Visible cracks appeared on the defensive light screen.
Dozens of disciples maintaining the formation spewed blood on the spot, their faces turning pale.
“It’s bad! The formation is barely holding!”
A steward responsible for the formation’s core shouted in terror.
“What are you panicking for!”
Qin Mingyuan roared angrily, his figure disappearing from the arrow tower in a flash.
The next moment, he appeared at the forefront of the defensive light screen.
“Battle Hall members, follow me into battle!”
“Form the Green Wood Battle Formation!”
At Qin Mingyuan’s command, the hundreds of Battle Hall Core Disciples behind him immediately sprang into action.
They swiftly maneuvered through the air, forming an intricate formation.
Pure Wood Spirit Power surged from their bodies, connecting and converging on Qin Mingyuan.
Qin Mingyuan’s body was instantly engulfed in a dazzling azure radiance.
In this moment, his aura was surging step by step, faintly showing signs of reaching the Intermediate Stage of the Nascent Soul.
“Slash!”
The cyan longsword in Qin Mingyuan’s hand suddenly swung forward.
A cyan sword light, solid and stretching hundreds of feet, burst forth across the sky.
Within that sword light seemed to be endless vitality, yet carrying the sharpness to cut through everything.
Rip!
The cyan sword light clashed fiercely with the bloody giant hand.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
Only a soft sound, like a hot knife slicing into butter.
The hideous terrifying bloody giant hand, in front of the vitality-filled cyan sword light, seemed to meet its nemesis, was split in two, instantly dissolved, and transformed into a sky full of black qi.
“What?”
In the distance, the Nascent Soul Stage demonic cultivator who made the move gasped in surprise.
He didn’t expect that a small Wangyue Valley would have such a powerful formation.
“Break out!”
Having succeeded with one strike, Qin Mingyuan did not pause.
He took the lead, transforming into a stream of cyan light, the first to rush out of the nearly shattered defensive light screen.
Hundreds of Battle Hall disciples followed closely behind, forming a sharp arrow that fiercely penetrated into the demonic cultivators’ army.
Every swing of Qin Mingyuan’s longsword would bring up a large swath of blood light.
Those Foundation Establishment Stage and Golden Core Stage demonic cultivators were no match for him, like fragile beings, easily slain.
The disciples of the Battle Hall were equally brave and fearless.
Under the blessing of the Green Wood Battle Formation, they attacked and defended seamlessly, coordinating like an efficient meat grinder, continuously harvesting demonic cultivators’ lives.
For a time, Qingyun Sect’s momentum rose significantly.
The originally precarious defensive line was forcibly stabilized, and even launched a counterattack.
“Courting death!”
At the rear of the demonic cultivators, two more Nascent Soul Stage demonic cultivators were furious at the scene.
One of them, a burly demonic cultivator with muscles knotted all over his body, roared and also charged into the battlefield.
In his hand, he wielded a massive black wolf fang club.
Every swing carried terrifying force, tearing through the air.
“Qin Mingyuan, your opponent is me!”
The burly demonic cultivator charged straight at Qin Mingyuan.
“Good timing!”
Qin Mingyuan’s eyes were full of fighting spirit, instead of retreating, he advanced to meet him.
Boom!
The sword and club collided fiercely.
The terrifying energy shockwave spread in all directions, directly turning dozens of low-level demonic cultivators around them into blood mist.
Qin Mingyuan’s figure shook slightly.
While the burly demonic cultivator staggered back three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the hard ground.
The difference in strength was clear.
With the help of the battle formation, Qin Mingyuan was implicitly suppressing this demonic cultivator of the same Initial Realm of Nascent Soul.
“Again!”
Qin Mingyuan pressed the advantage, his longsword turning into shadows of cyan light, completely enveloping the burly demonic cultivator.
On the other side, the skinny Nascent Soul Stage demonic cultivator was also battling against the vice of the Green Wood Battle Formation, a Battle Hall steward at the Refining Stage of Golden Core.
For a moment, the entire Wangyue Valley turned into an exceedingly tragic Shura field.
The shouts of killing, the cries of misery, and the rumbling of spells intertwined into a symphony of death.
Blood stained the earth red.
Severed limbs and remnants were seen everywhere.
Every minute, every second, life was slipping away.
The disciples of Qingyun Sect fought bravely, not one retreated.
They knew that behind them was the Sect.
Behind them was Luo Qingchen, performing a ritual concerning the fate of the entire Sect.
They had to use their own flesh and blood here to buy enough time for the Sect, for Luo Qingchen.
Qin Mingyuan fought more valiantly the longer he battled.
His swordsmanship was open and fierce, filled with high-spirited fighting intent.
The burly demonic cultivator, under his fierce assault, continued to fall back, already bearing several bone-deep wounds on his body.
“Worthless!”
At this moment, the last and most robust aura of the Nascent Soul Stage demonic cultivator finally moved.
He had been watching coldly until this moment when he slowly spoke.
