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第一千八百七十八章 蚁多咬死象

In an instant, loud explosions echoed through the air as various beams of light pierced the sky. Diverse and bizarre treasures streaked across the heavens before crashing down onto the dark, ominous clouds.

The treasure hunters from the Sea Clan were at least at the Yuaninfant stage, making their individual strengths far superior to those ghostly creatures.

Amidst the explosions, hundreds of fierce ghosts vanished in an instant, turning into nothingness. From a superficial perspective, it seemed that the Sea Clan was gaining the upper hand.

However, this wasn't entirely true. The reason lay in the sheer number of enemies; they were countless and densely packed like a sea of spirits. The Sea Clan's attacks resembled throwing stones into a lake; while they could create significant ripples temporarily, they would soon be swallowed up by the vastness.

Their situation was now extremely precarious.

Although there were many ghosts, most were mere low-level wandering souls and wild ghosts with no spiritual intelligence, equivalent to practitioners at the Flexible Spirit Period.

These were cannon fodder indeed.

But even cannon fodder wasn't always meant for death. They had been surrounded; if they had chosen to retreat from the start, it would have been a sure thing that these high-ranking cultivators could safely escape without anysuspense.

However, having chosen to stay here, their fate was different.

Layer upon layer of ghosts now surrounded them. Yet, these Sea Clan cultivators weren't mere sacks of food; using various powerful techniques and treasures, they managed to clear out an island a thousand feet wide.

It was truly an island, encircled by the vast sea of spirits that could potentially engulf them at any moment.

Lin Xuan naturally joined in the battle but didn't reveal his true strength. Instead, he fought while observing his surroundings carefully.

As time passed, the situation for the Sea Clan cultivators began to worsen.

In the first half an hour, relying on their individual combat prowess, they could easily defend this island. Any ghost that entered would be torn apart by theirtreasure or secret woods. However, the rate of energy consumption was much higher than fighting against peers in pairs.

Over these few hours, countless ghosts had been killed, possibly numbering over a million. Yet, new ones continued to emerge from the cracks like an endless stream.

Finally, casualties began to appear.

One was a fifty-year-old elder with only early Yuaninfant strength. His energy reserves were already low; after struggling for some time, he was dizzy and disoriented when a wandering ghost pounced on him, trying to bite his body.

Fortunately, it failed. As the saying goes, "a thin horse is still bigger than a fat one." Despite having little energy left, as an early Yuaninfant cultivator, he couldn't be easily harmed by such a low-level spirit. His protective spiritual light blocked the attack, and with a wave of his hand, the ghost was reduced to ashes.

However, this delay allowed several more ghosts to approach; although they were dispatched, more followed—seven, eight…

In a vicious cycle, more and more ghosts rushed towards him, completely enveloping him. Nearby Sea Clan cultivators were alarmed but could do nothing as their own situations were dire. They were being held back by the numerous spirits.

As ants can indeed bite an elephant to death, this scene was playing out before their eyes.

Despite being surrounded, the elder fought desperately. Although many ghosts fell, new ones immediately replaced them. In such a situation, his efforts were futile!

In just a short while, the protective spiritual light on his body thinned until it finally shattered with a soft pop.

"Ahh!"

Followed by a piercing scream as he was devoured by countless spirits. Even if he tried to instantly teleport away, there would be no chance of escape surrounded by so many ghosts.

"Damnit, you youngsters! Even if I perish, I'll ensure your annihilation!"

The roar of the early Yuaninfant cultivator echoed, filled with malice and hatred. A terrifying aura surged from his body as his energy was on the brink of exhaustion but still capable of devastating blows.

"Watch this, self-destructing at Yuaninfant stage!"

Before anyone could react, a beam of light hundreds of feet wide burst out from his center, obliterating any ghosts in its path. The Sea Clan cultivators were shocked and retreated, while the low-level spirits couldn't dodge and perished instantly upon contact.

In an instant, thousands more fell.

The scene was tragic but futile. Although the elder chose to self-destruct rather than be devoured by countless spirits, it only killed a few more ghosts. Soon, new ones poured in like a deluge.

These wandering souls could spawn from any dead soul and negative energy in the Netherworld, their numbers overwhelming. Without spiritual intelligence, they were fearless and hard to deal with despite being cannon fodder.

The Sea Clan cultivators' faces grew increasingly grim. If just now they could still endure, many had already started planning their escape after witnessing their comrade's tragic end.

This was a hopeless battle; the enemy's strength wasn't formidable, but their numbers seemed endless. How long would this go on?

And with their own energy reserves limited, staying here was akin to waiting for death.

No one wanted to do such foolishness, especially when they had no idea what had happened and were inexplicably killed here. With sufficient energy left, it might be better to break through the encirclement.

Not just the Sea Clan cultivators but even the two Immortal Profound Realm existences now shared this sentiment.

Their energy was still abundant, but such a prolonged battle would also bring danger.

"Fair Lady, let's leave first," said the bald-footed cultivator with a serious expression.

"Hmm, I never expected things to turn out like this. We'll have to put off our search for the Heavenly Heart Toad King for now." The black-robed woman sighed. Priorities were important; such choices were unavoidable. She didn't want to continue fighting aimlessly and desperately wanted to know why so many ghosts had appeared here.

With their decision made, there was no more delay. The black-robed cultivator extended her hand, and a vibrant blue bead appeared in her palm!~!

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