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Phoenix also sensed that the opponent's secret technique was no trivial matter. It seemed a bit hesitant.

The old man with white beard frowned and hurriedly cast several more spells.

Instantly, the Xuan Tian Spirit Phoenix Array was pushed to its limits. The phoenix appeared to gradually lose its senses, its eyes turning blood red as if it had been under the influence of a rage-inducing technique.

A clear ringing sound echoed as the entire body transformed into a massive fireball, plummeting like a meteor and crashing hard onto the opponent.

Yuanke naturally wouldn't sit idly by. With a slight movement of her lips, she recited an ancient and mysterious incantation and extended her delicate fingers towards the precious item before her.

Puff…

The fan unfolded to reveal a landscape painting of mountains and rivers on its surface.

The magical fan shook, causing qi to surge. A mountain peak appeared in everyone's sight, towering over one hundred feet high, standing proudly. Even compared to the phoenix, it seemed somewhat thin.

However, as the king of all birds, she naturally wouldn't fear anything. Seeing a mountain blocking her path, she flapped her wings, and hundreds of fireballs suddenly appeared in the sky, dense like raindrops, crashing down onto the mountain peak with great force.

Princess Snowfox paid no heed to this and extended another finger towards that myriad-of-spells flag.

Another group of three-stage demonic beasts transformed into various streaks of light and flew toward Xuanfeng Sect. There weren't many—only about a hundred or so.

Their appearance changed the course of events, as the originally panicked two-stage demons reorganized their ranks and charged forward like an unstoppable wave.

Though the sect's protective array remained intact, all the qi was concentrated on the phoenix, which had been entangled by Princess Snowfox. It could no longer focus on defending against other demons.

Despite a significant reduction in numbers—still around three to four thousand—the demonic beasts were densely packed, causing a chill down one’s spine.

Tang Song extended his tongue and licked his dry lips before whispering some instructions to his junior disciples. Several red-robed disciples leaped into the air, each taking out a bright red command flag from their storage bags, casting several spells and reciting ancient incantations…

At the same time, other lines of defense within Xuanfeng Sect were also performing similar actions. This wasn't just a solitary battle; mutual cooperation could greatly enhance their strength. Using pre-prepared array flags, they aimed to give these demonic beasts one final heavy blow before they entered.

Soon, various spells formed in the hands of the cultivators: fireballs, light beams, hurricanes, even spirit beasts materialized. It was hard to describe with words.

The demons weren't fools; during their assault on the sect's protective array earlier, they had suffered significant losses. Now, they wouldn’t be so foolish as to take hits again.

With a roar, all the demonic beasts raised their heads and opened their mouths…

Grayish-white demon flames, light beams about an arm’s length in diameter, and colorful poisonous mists spewed out simultaneously.

At the same time, secret techniques from the cultivator side also began to activate. The battle commenced.

Though each spell might not be particularly powerful individually, when combined, they would pose a significant threat even to late-stageinfant period cultivators.

The sky suddenly grew dark, and countless light points could be seen everywhere. Lin Xuan, hiding nearby, couldn't help but change his expression as he retreated several miles further.

Soon, the attacks from both sides began to collide in the middle, producing sounds like popping beans, akin to thousands of galloping horses, though magnified many times over, making them deafening.

Spirals of torn apart qi whirled everywhere. Lin Xuan, who had already formed a凝聚期, paid no mind to this level of intensity. If ordinary humans were present, their bodies would have been turned into ash by the residual effects.

The ground shook, and clouds swirled in the sky; it felt like the end of the world.

It wasn’t strange at all. Although those who initiated the attack were lower-stage cultivators, there were still tens of thousands of demonic beasts involved. This was far beyond a human war.

Lin Xuan felt as if he had returned to the era of the Primordial Era, where humans and demons engaged in fierce battles.

Many secret techniques collided mid-air, but half of them pierced through and fell into the opposing camp.

On the cultivator side, it was slightly better. Humans were more adept at teamwork; several base-stage cultivators could match late-stage凝聚期 cultivators with their array flags. The lower-stage demonic beasts merely raised their protective shields.

Thus, after the first wave of attacks, the casualties among the demons far outnumbered those among the cultivators.

Unfortunately, this good fortune didn't last long. The distance between them was insufficient for Xuanfeng Sect's disciples to launch enough attacks. They could only unleash two waves before the demonic beasts were already at their doorstep.

Facing the dense swarm of monsters, many base-stage cultivators showed signs of fear, not out of cowardice but astonishment. Such a scene had never been seen by them before.

Their combat effectiveness dropped significantly; they hadn't even managed to summon their spirit weapons when they were bitten and decapitated by the demonic beasts. The Xuanfeng Sect's defenses began to waver.

Seeing one of his direct disciples torn apart by the demon's claws, Tang Song’s eyes turned red. As a mid-stage凝聚期 cultivator, he naturally remained calm, but humans had emotions. He wanted to save his apprentice but was caught up in fighting several ferocious demonic beasts.

A white-furred lion with two heads.

A monstrous creature with a dragon head and a cow body, looking somewhat incongruous and even comical.

The last one was a rabbit, but this rabbit was different; it weighed hundreds of pounds, roughly the size of an ox. Its fur was mottled, and on its head was a large "King" mark like that of a tiger.

What kind of monsters were these? As a mid-stage凝聚期 cultivator with broad experience, Tang Song had never heard of such creatures before.

Three heads—each a second-stage top-tier demonic beast. Working together to attack, he couldn't be too careless; who knew what special abilities they might have?

Taking a deep breath and calming his mind, Lin Xuan raised an iron ruler as a magical weapon.

Soon, various explosions echoed in the air, with silver lightning dancing in the sky, making it hard to distinguish who was winning or losing.

...

Similar scenes unfolded at other points of defense.

Initially, when they first encountered the demonic beasts, Xuanfeng Sect did suffer significant losses. But after a brief trial period, the cultivators gradually stabilized their minds.

After all, those who had successfully formed a base-stage body couldn't be idiots; facing such surging demonic beasts, fear wouldn’t solve anything. Remaining calm might offer some hope…

Thus, they began to form teams with close friends and started fighting together.

Roars echoed continuously as both sides were already fighting fiercely. Spirit weapons flew everywhere, blood splattered, and the entire sky seemed dyed a deep red. Every moment saw cultivators or demonic beasts falling.

At this moment, life appeared so fragile.

The battle remained in a stalemate for now.

Lin Xuan straightened his body slowly.

"Master, are you planning to intervene?"

"Yes," Lin Xuan nodded: "With the chaos on the battlefield, it's an excellent opportunity to infiltrate Xuanfeng Sect."

"But the ones fighting are just low-stage beings. The old monsters are still observing; I think we should wait a bit longer for better timing." Yue'er patted her chest and whispered.

"Wait for the old monsters? I'll enter Xuanfeng Sect first and hide, then find the treasure when there's more time."

Yue'er’s face showed a look of disapproval but remained silent as she trusted her master.

Lin Xuan turned his body into a streak of green light and flew into the battlefield.

With his concealment techniques, neither the demonic beasts nor the cultivators in Xuanfeng Sect could detect him at all.

Occasionally, some particularly sensitive spirits might just sense something passing overhead but would find no abnormalities when they looked up.

They were left bewildered but had no time to investigate further as they focused on the battle.

The fight was intense. Coincidentally, Lin Xuan passed by the side of the phoenix and Princess Yuanke, though at a distance of several miles, it wouldn’t have mattered.

What Lin Xuan didn't expect was that while Yuanke failed to notice his concealment, her expression suddenly changed as she sniffed the air. Her beautiful face instantly showed signs of extreme joy.

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