Published: August 10, 2026
"Among so many city defenders, how many can escape in the end?"
Looking at the Immortal City that had been destroyed in one fell swoop, Jiang Yifei wore a forlorn expression, feeling somewhat sad.
But when he looked at the "Shishu Ma" standing at the prow of the vessel, a trace of warmth rose in his heart.
"Fortunately, the sect didn't abandon us."
"At the critical moment, there's still the sect we can rely on. That's great..."
At this moment, the seven or eight qi refinement stage disciples who had been rescued all had similar thoughts flash through their minds, and their sense of belonging to Yuan Yang Sect grew a little stronger.
Whoosh, whoosh.
The spiritual vessel sliced through the sky, a fierce wind whistling as the Black Wind Ridge gradually blurred out of sight.
Though they had fled in disgrace, Jiang Yifei and the others who survived the life-and-death battle had their spirit, energy, and bearing greatly improved.
After the Black Wind Ridge Defensive Line collapsed, there were always one mishap or another on the Human Race side at critical moments, allowing the demon race to advance unstoppably.
In just a few months, the front lines had pushed forward thousands of li and arrived beneath Cloud Cliff Immortal City.
Boom, rumble...
The earth shook as tens of thousands of demonic beasts surged toward the Immortal City like a tidal wave from all directions.
Looking out, the "sea" of demonic beasts seemed boundless, and every immortal cultivator who saw it felt their heart sink.
Among the countless demonic beasts, there were also many third-order demonic cultivators.
The demonic cultivators were extremely cunning, staying in safe places themselves while driving low-intelligence demonic beasts to their deaths.
Swoosh, swoosh...
At this moment, seven or eight specks of light, tiny as sesame seeds, appeared on the northern horizon and rapidly enlarged in the blink of an eye.
The spiritual pressure of fourth stage beings, even from dozens or even over a hundred li away, still made one's body and soul tremble.
That almost tangible demonic aura, sensed from afar, gave one a very bad premonition.
"Fourth-order demonic kings..."
Yuande, the monk from Heavenly Dragon Temple who had been sent here, felt indescribably bitter at this sight.
"Demonic beasts are attacking!!"
Compared with the Black Wind Ridge Defensive Line, Cloud Cliff Immortal City had three yuan ying true lords stationed here, and the overall cultivation of the immortal cultivators was also higher, so their response was faster.
As soon as someone raised the alarm, the small teams that had already been arranged in advance quickly took up their positions and prepared for battle.
"Activate the formation!"
At the critical moment, Monk Yuande sent a message in all directions and was about to activate the formation.
With Heavenly Dragon Temple behind him, and with his own cultivation at the golden core pinnacle, he had significant authority.
As soon as his words fell, responses came from the four walls of the city. A layer of golden light barrier emerged, like an upside-down bowl, tightly protecting the Immortal City within.
"Once the formation is activated, even if seven or eight demonic kings attack, we can hold out for some time."
"When the reinforcements from Tianyi District City arrive, this crisis will naturally be resolved."
After the fourth stage grand formation was activated, Monk Yuande felt slightly relieved.
But the next moment, a strong sense of danger rose in his spiritual perception, and his spiritual consciousness instantly swept across all directions.
A glance revealed that about one or two li away, on both sides, two inconspicuous golden core cultivators were rapidly approaching.
It seemed they had used some kind of secret technique; with a flash of their bodies, they covered dozens of zhang in an instant and closed in like lightning.
Swoosh, swoosh...
Before that, piercing sounds had already rung out in his ears, and several magical treasures had blasted over from afar.
"Not good!"
"Could they be 'demon traitors'?!"