Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 620: Gathering Clouds and Scenery
The demonic race has a special means of communication that allows them to ascertain the existence status of various third stage demonic beast clans.
Therefore, even if there were no loose ends in the incident at Broken Gold City, it couldn't be hidden for long.
Not only must the golden core cultivators leave, but the qi refining foundation establishment cultivators must also withdraw immediately.
After the blood bat clan leader was dealt with, the remaining low-level blood bats quickly scattered like frightened birds in the woods, either dying or fleeing under the siege of the cultivators.
Although the resisting cultivators wished to eradicate all their foes, time was of the essence, and they could not afford to waste it.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
After the blood bat leader's death, the ongoing sounds of the duel of magic in Broken Gold City soon began to thin out.
Under the arrangements of the Zhang Clan, all surviving cultivators began an orderly evacuation from the city.
As for the ordinary people, their movement speed was simply too slow, so they were allowed to regain their freedom and then flee for their lives.
They would have to rely on their own luck.
"Has everything been arranged?"
With a glance at the damaged city and the cultivators who were urgently evacuating the crowd, Liu Yu retracted his gaze and asked the approaching Zhang Tao.
The Zhang Clan had prepared for this uprising for a long time.
It was evident that everything had been pre-planned, and each step was executed in an orderly manner without the chaos one might expect.
"Everything is arranged."
With his hands behind his back, Zhang Tao gazed at the cultivators and ordinary people moving away from the city, his expression serious as he spoke.
The few of them stood in the air, quietly observing the people below, whose expressions ranged from excitement to fear, filled with uncertainty about the future.
"I just don't know how many of these cultivators and ordinary people will survive after this battle."
Zhang Tao muttered, his words filled with complexity, as if he felt a sense of melancholy.
"No matter the outcome, if thirty percent of these low-level cultivators can survive, that would be quite good."
"And that's based on the condition of achieving final victory."
"With insufficient strength, they can only leave their fates to chance; this has been the rule since ancient times."
"Because of this, we cultivators should strive to be more courageous and diligent!"
Liu Yu smiled lightly in response, maintaining his calm demeanor.
War often signifies the suffering of living beings, especially in a war between races fighting for survival.
This is not about right or wrong, nor does it require justification.
To survive thirty percent is already a relatively mild statement; based on the current comparison of strengths, if the support from Great Qian does not arrive in time, it's even more likely that they will face total annihilation.
"Sigh~"
Zhang Tao sighed deeply, looking down without saying a word.
Zhuo Mengzhen and Guo Poyun also shook their heads slightly.
In a sense, those cultivators below who broke free from their shackles and dared to fight immediately were already struggling for their own fate, even betting their lives on it.
But the unpredictability of life means that sometimes effort, struggle, and fighting become meaningless before the "heavenly chasm" of a higher realm.
For Liu Yu and the other golden core masters, the assistance that low-level qi refining foundation establishment cultivators could provide was indeed negligible.
Even if they risked their lives, it still wouldn't change much; it was simply too insignificant.
The strength of qi refining foundation establishment cultivators is too weak; reaching a certain number might influence the fate of a small city.
But for "Spiritual Martial City," a place standing at the gateway of the six continents with a long history, even if low-level cultivators could reach a thousand or ten thousand, it would still be unshakable.