alluring."Senior Sister Shen, let's deal with the immediate problem first and catch up later."Before his words even left his mouth, Qin Sang vanished like a wisp of smoke and blocked the hooded man's..."...rumble..."

deafening, echoing through the mountains and valleys.

The light shield flickered between light and darkness, some parts appearing shattered and cracked. Nearby cultivators were injured and killed, some vomiting blood as they retreated. Immediately after, a new group of cultivators rushed forward, working with all their might to repair the light shield.

The battlefield can always remain calm.

The first wave of attacks from the cultivators of the two domains failed to tear through the defenses of the Abyssal Prison.

Crime Abyss wouldn't yield, seizing the opportunity to charge forward with a ferocious counterattack.

After several rounds of clashes, the two sides were getting closer and closer, their protective energy shields starting to waver.

> Within the cold mist.

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A number of cultivators simultaneously drew out a type of shield-like magic weapon. The shields were wider at the bottom and narrower at the top. Once activated, they blazed with light, projecting an illusory image that was countless times larger than the actual shield itself.

These phantoms flew to mid-air, overlapping and splicing together, forming a sharp, angular light shield above their squad's heads.

For many years, facing threats from both sides and lacking resources, the Tianting Alliance, through the research of countless generations, has refined this artifact with the same form.

It proved to be very effective on the battlefield.

After the Allied forces of the two domains, it quickly became popular.

Besides shields, the other members of the squad summoned unified Xuan Iron heavy swords and broadswords.

In the instant the light shield formed, blades and sword energy surged out of the ranks, incredibly organized, row upon row, shimmering with cold light, crashing down on the enemy like a tidal wave.

Compared to this, the side of Zui Yuan seemed more eerie.

Part of the squad formed a circle, these people shaking black bells in their hands and muttering to themselves, seeming to be performing some kind of strange spell.

Soon, clumps of black aura coalesced above the small squad's center.

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This black aura twisted and warped under everyone's gaze, like a viscous pool of sewage, transforming into all manner of grotesque shapes, causing nausea.

Upon being touched by the black beams emitted from the Obsidian Tower, they seemed to come alive, extending tendrils that eventually formed torsos and limbs.

The forms of the black aura's transformations are varied, taking on shapes not only of birds and beasts but even humanoids.

However, their forms are not stable, and there is still wastewater flowing on their surfaces.

They let out a series of strange shrieks, piercing and sharp.

At this time, Qin Sang and Jing Lin quietly left the Hanling Great Array and were slowly lurking towards Youjing Tower.

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Qin Sang clearly saw that Lao Mo, who was manipulating the Youjing Tower, was no longer in the middle of the three towers, but hiding beside one of them.

Elder Pei thought he was invincible under the protection of the Yueting Tower, but Qin Sang had seen everything.

"What are these things"

Qin Sang's attention was drawn by the monsters released by the cultivator of the Abyssal Sin. Seeing this strange sight, he frowned deeply.

Jing Lin said: "As far as I know, this should be a mimicry spell, combined with the strange bells in their hands. However, the core still lies in the Youjing Tower. This kind of monster is relatively difficult to kill, but it's not immortal..."

Qin Sang stared at the most recent monster, unable to make sense of it.

At this time, Old Demon Tan saw the flying blades and sword shadows, snorted coldly, and then ordered.

Only a barrage of roars could be heard as these monsters swiftly flew to the front lines. Unafraid of the razor-sharp attacks, they charged forward relentlessly.

'Zzzzt!'

The sound of tearing silk came one after another.

The front-line monsters were ripped apart, limbs flying everywhere, but they did not die. Their remaining bodies still fought back, tearing and grappling with the flashing blades and swords.

A row of monsters were slashed to pieces, but the blade and swordplay was rapidly consuming them.

Both sides were clearly familiar with each other's tactics. Before the monsters and blades clashed, a second wave of attack was launched.

Under the command of Tan Lao Mo, the cultivators of the Abyssal Path charged relentlessly forward, finally reaching the edge of the cold mist. Without hesitation, they surged into the enemy formation!

Suddenly, a strong wind arose.

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Within the biting cold mist, goose-feather snow began to fall. Endless snowflakes drifted down from the heavens, whipped by the gale towards the Abyss of Sin.

At this time, the light film bestowed upon the Sin Abyss cultivators by Youjing Tower came into effect. Snowflakes falling onto them silently melted away.

As if sensing the attack was ineffective, the Cold Bell Array rang out, and its manipulator altered the formation. The goose-feather snowfall turned into moderate snow, and violent winds formed wind and snow walls on the spot, hindering the momentum of the Abyssal Sin's assault.

When the Xiaohan realm cultivators saw this, they took the opportunity to launch a full-scale attack.

Seeing this, the old demon Pei who was controlling the Youjing Tower at the rear snorted coldly, changed his incantation, and the crystal ball at the top of the Youjing Tower shot out countless black lights one after another, directly hitting the wind wall, forcibly tearing open a passage.

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During this process, both sides of cultivators were also fiercely confronting each other. The light shields on the battlefield had already been battered and broken, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Finally.

'Click!'

The protective shield of the Zui Yuan side shattered first, causing a sudden surge in casualties and staining the ground crimson with blood.

Elder Tan's face darkened with rage, and he immediately ordered all the monsters to be released. These fearless creatures charged into battle, wave after wave, eventually tearing apart the light shields hovering above the heads of the cultivators from both domains.

Si Di's expression was cold and stern, his eyes fixed on Elder Tan.

Seeing this, he remained impassive.

Being within a great formation, they occupied advantageous terrain. Their defenses should not have been broken so quickly; it was Sishidi who deliberately orchestrated this.

Both sides fought fiercely, their attacks clashing like thunder. The Nascent Soul cultivators were unable to engage in direct combat. He worried that if the battle dragged on, the Golden Core cultivators manipulating the Cold Bell Formation would tire and reveal a weakness.

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The plan to ambush Old Devil Pei was naturally foiled.

Whoosh!

A golden light swirled around Sidi, it was his famous magic treasure, the Yuejinjian.

This treasure is only the size of a palm, with a polished mirror-like surface inlaid in the very center. Besides the mirror surface, the entire golden surface is uneven, covered with large and small gold bumps.

Yue Jin Jian's flying speed was getting faster and faster, the naked eye could only see streaks of golden light.

Meanwhile, Elder Tan wore a sinister smile and met Si Di's gaze unflinchingly.

The rope on his arm trembled slightly, emitting a scorching flame. Under the searing heat of the flames, the surrounding air warped and twisted.

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Two masters of the Two-Bit realm have already set their sights on each other!

The perpetrator plunged into the scene with incredible speed.

Both sides of the battlefield were filled with cultivators, their faces grim and tense as they held their breath, preparing for the impending brutal battle.

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Baizhang!

Fifty zhang!

Ten zhang!

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"Kill!"

In an instant, a deafening roar erupted.

Two battle lines collided violently, the battlefield instantly plunged into chaos, shouts of killing shaking the heavens.

The chaos didn't last long.

Both sides, all battle-hardened veterans, fought in squads and gradually stabilized their positions, becoming entangled with the enemy.

A view from above.

Both sides drew their lines, like streams of water merging and dividing, the whole process filled with bloody carnage.

Si Di and Tan Lao Mo each had their own ulterior motives, completely ignoring the bystanders, they flew directly over the crowd, towards each other in mid-air. Their magical artifacts collided first!

I still owe a chapter.

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These days, I've been affected by the epidemic. Because there are mostly elderly people in my neighborhood and not many young people, I've been doing some things and haven't had time to catch up.

But the epidemic is almost over and things are almost back to normal.

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