Published: September 8, 2025
Chapter 768: Battle at the Border (5)
The cultivators had condensed a five-colored veil, clearly a specialized restrictive formation designed to counter spiritual techniques. Despite the seemingly fierce attack, the veil didn’t flicker in the slightest.
Long Han’s face showed a hint of delight upon seeing this.
The over a thousand cultivators who had just charged out were all elite disciples of the Nine Nations Alliance, thoroughly trained to skillfully deploy such formations.
After witnessing its power, Wei Wuya’s praise was no exaggeration.
The gaunt old man’s expression grew grim as their attack proved ineffective. Yet without hesitation, he issued another attack command.
Amid the spellmasters’ chants, this time what condensed was no longer simple fireballs and ice spears, but fire crows and crystalline ice pythons slowly taking shape in the sky.
Naturally, this round of attack took longer than the first.
At that moment, a slight commotion arose within the opposing cultivator ranks. A squad in green robes flew out from the protective shield.
They simultaneously removed the spiritual beast pouches from their waists and sent them aloft. The pouches opened downward, emitting multicolored glow, releasing dozens of demonic beasts of various shapes.
The three leading beasts were especially extraordinary.
One had dragon horns on its head, covered in shining armored scales—a rare dragon horse beast. Another spewed a foul wind, a two-headed demonic lion with green fur all over its body.
The last one was even more terrifying: a massive poisonous scorpion, five or six zhang long, its tail’s stinger black and purple, sending chills down the spine just by looking at it!
These demonic beasts were a carefully raised group of formidable spiritual beasts from the demonic path Imperial Spirit Sect. Once unleashed, they aggressively charged toward the incoming giant beasts and void spiritual beasts conjured by the spellmasters.
A fierce gale swept through as the beasts clashed.
Although only the three lead beasts could engage the wild giant beasts one-on-one, the numerous other spiritual beasts, well-trained, swarmed together to halt the giants’ advance and even gained a slight upper hand.
As the demonic beasts took flight, thousands of cultivators rose into the air, dividing into five squads rushing directly toward the spellmasters’ ranks. Along the way, they raised their magical artifacts, launching a barrage of attacks like rain upon the spellmasters.
This time, the spiritual techniques condensed by the spellmasters were even more ferocious than before—they would not idly wait for the cultivators to finish casting.
Countless magical artifacts crashed like a raging storm, relentlessly striking the Mulan people's grand protective formation.
The gaunt old man’s face darkened. After a cold snort, he gave an order. Numerous spellmasters also executed flying escapes, and the two sides clashed fiercely in midair between the formations, their spiritual techniques, magical artifacts, and magical treasures intertwining like countless fireflies.
Shortly after the battle began, hundreds of protective shields and magical artifacts from both sides were shattered, with their owners exploding and plummeting from the sky.
It was an exceptionally brutal conflict!
Yet, even with this brief delay, the spellmasters’ next spiritual technique attack was ready.
Dozens of fire crows and ice pythons, seemingly alive, shot fiercely toward the massed cultivators.
But this time, the cultivators had prepared defenses. Before the attacks landed, countless magical treasures and artifacts soared upwards, destroying more than half of the fire crows and ice pythons.
The few that slipped through were all blocked by the five-colored veil. Though the veil flickered slightly, it posed no real threat.
Long Han frowned at this.
It seemed that although the Nine Nations Alliance’s protective formation was formidable, it still couldn’t fully withstand the more powerful spiritual technique attacks.