Immortal Abode Beast Taming

Chapter 618: Endgame Part

His eyes were fixed on Yan Sha in front of him, with only one thought in his mind: he must not let this force harm his teammates.

He pushed his hands forward and used all his strength to resist the horrific impact.

His finger joints turned white from the force, his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood oozed from between his fingers, but he seemed to feel no pain.

The spiritual power protection barrier formed by various portable magical instruments kept flickering under the tremendous pressure, as if it could break at any time.

The runes on the barriers seemed to come alive, twisting and struggling, trying to resist the destructive force.

Lu Zhi faced most of the power of the blood tide. He constantly mobilized the spiritual power in his body to strengthen the protective barrier.

The disciples around looked at Lu Zhi's tenacious figure, their hearts filled with admiration and emotion.

The intense pain came like a tide, making Lu Zhi almost faint.

He felt that his meridians were broken bit by bit by this blow, and his spiritual energy was rushing everywhere like a flood.

The body felt as if it was being cut by countless sharp blades, and every part of the skin felt unbearable pain.

Lu Zhi's consciousness began to blur, and the scene in front of him became blurry.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but when Yan Sha detonated his own magical weapon and the bloody storm formed by it subsided, Lu Zhi's body fell toward the sea like a kite with a broken string, and all he could hear were the terrified cries of his disciples.

The moment Lu Zhi fell into the sea, the cold sea water quickly surrounded him.

The severe pain in his body almost made him faint, but a strong desire to survive rose in his heart.

On the brink of life and death, Lu Zhi's consciousness gradually became blurred. However, just as his mind was about to fall into darkness, a mysterious light suddenly appeared in his mind.

The light was as weak as a firefly at first, but soon began to spread, illuminating his entire world of consciousness.

Lu Zhi seemed to be in a strange space. The surrounding sea water disappeared, replaced by a quiet and mysterious atmosphere.

He could feel a powerful force pulling him, making him fall, and fall continuously.

It was like a bottomless abyss. Lu Zhi couldn't see the end and couldn't tell the time. He once thought he was dead.

During the continuous falling process, Lu Zhi saw countless flashing spots of light, each of which seemed to contain a mysterious law.

He tried to capture the spots of light and comprehend the mysteries of these laws, but he was falling too fast, and he could not capture them with his spiritual sense.

Am I going to die like this?

This realization flashed through Lu Zhi's mind, and he couldn't help but think of his own life journey.

At this moment, a vague whisper sounded in Lu Zhi's mind:
"So I have a history with that guy. Well, I'll help him."

Who is speaking and what does it mean?
Lu Zhi didn't understand, but the next moment, a miraculous change occurred.

A point of light quickly merged into his body, and then Lu Zhi found that the spiritual power in his body began to undergo miraculous changes.

The originally chaotic spiritual power gradually became orderly, like streams converging into rivers, and began to flow through his meridians.

He could feel his body undergoing a transformation, and every cell seemed to be cheering and absorbing the mysterious power around it.

During this process, Lu Zhi's mind became purer and more determined, and his understanding of spiritual practice reached a new level.

Suddenly, a strong light burst out from his body, and the opportunity for forming the elixir was fully stimulated at this moment.

An indescribable joy and excitement surged in Lu Zhi's heart. He knew that he had embarked on the path to the Jindan realm.

"Senior Brother Lu!"

The disciples shouted in fear.

Those cries sounded particularly mournful on the isolated island shrouded in fog.

The anxiety and fear on the faces of the young disciples were like vivid paintings.

Some disciples opened their eyes wide with disbelief in their eyes. They could not imagine that Lu Zhi, who had always been like a stabilizing force leading everyone, would encounter such a dangerous situation.

One of the disciples looked pale, his lips were trembling, and he could barely hold the sword in his hand.

He was about to rush towards the direction where Lu Zhi fell, but was stopped by his companion.

"Calm down! If you rush over so rashly, not only will you fail to save Senior Brother Lu, you might also get yourself into trouble."

The other disciple's eyes were red, and he clenched his teeth, trying hard to control his inner panic.

"What should we do? We must save Senior Brother Lu!"

Lu Zhi's long-standing prestige has impressed this group of cultivators. Not everyone can stand at the forefront at such a critical moment and choose to face the danger of life and death. This is the popularity that Lu Zhi deserves.

Just as everyone was in a panic, Senior Brother Mo, holding the pagoda, stood up and shouted:
"Everyone, don't panic! Follow me to kill Yan Sha. Xiao Wu, go save Senior Brother Lu!"

His voice was firm and powerful, and it stabilized the situation instantly. Then the remaining disciples cheered up, and they launched a desperate attack on Yan Sha with grief and anger.

Some disciples cast defensive spells to form a solid barrier to resist Yansha's attacks;

Some disciples took the opportunity to launch a counterattack, shooting brilliant magical lights at Yansha.

A disciple who was good at swordsmanship moved as fast as lightning, shuttling through the mist, waving the sword in his hand like a silver lightning, stabbing towards Yan Sha.

He shouted loudly: "Die for me!"

Another disciple did not hesitate to consume his own essence and used his own true fire to burn the blood evil that filled the air.

He also shouted: "Die!"

With everyone working together, the tremendous power that came together was like a surging wave, and morale was instantly boosted.

When Yan Sha saw this, his face changed suddenly. He was already seriously injured, and just now he had forced his own magic weapon to explode. With his mind and spirit connected, his injuries were aggravated, and the situation could not be worse.

I originally thought that I could kill most of the monks in front of me with one blow, but I didn't expect that Lu Zhi would resist me without caring about his life.

This made Yan Sha confused. Is there really someone who doesn't care about his own life and only cares about others?
It's incredible, this is impossible.

At this moment, facing the siege of the crowd, Yan Sha's eyes, which were originally filled with evil and arrogance, now showed panic like ripples.

He was unwilling to give in and attempted to launch another attack.

I saw him waving his hands wildly, muttering to himself, trying to perform other strange spells.

However, under the stubborn resistance of the crowd, every attack of his seemed to hit an indestructible steel wall and ended in failure.

At this time, several disciples who were encouraged by Lu Zhi and were determined to die had their eyes wide open in anger, and the hatred towards Yan Sha in their hearts burned like a raging fire.

One of the disciples shouted, "We must not let this devil escape! He has committed many evil deeds, and we must kill him today! I am willing to risk my life, who will follow me!"

After saying this, he held a long sword in his hand, burned his own blood, and rushed towards Yan Sha like an arrow.

Seeing this, several other disciples shouted in unison:
"I am the same as you, so how can I say I have no clothes? I am here to help you!"

After saying this, they burned their blood and essence, turned themselves into torches, held magic swords, broke away from the protection of the formation, and followed closely without hesitation. They sped in the howling sea breeze, their hair flying in the wind, and their eyes burned with a flame as firm as steel.

Upon seeing this, Yan Sha's heart trembled suddenly. This desperate tactic had already integrated all of his energy into a ball of essence. In this state, he would not have any negative emotions such as fear, panic, or frustration. Unless there was an absolute gap in strength, the three cultivators in the early stage of foundation building would be able to suppress the cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

And do I still have the strength of a golden elixir right now?
Before he knew it, the disciple who was in the front jumped high, the long sword in his hand shining brightly, and slashed towards Yan Sha fiercely.

Yan Sha tried to resist hastily, but was knocked back by the powerful force.

Other disciples took advantage of the opportunity to attack, with sword lights flashing everywhere, interweaving into a dazzling yet deadly web of death.

Yan Sha was caught in a dilemma and gradually became unable to resist.

But up to this point, the node that would actually cause fatal damage to Yan Sha had not yet appeared, and those disciples who had burned their blood and essence had gradually turned gray in hair and could die suddenly at any time.

A centipede is still alive even after death, and this is exactly what old monsters like Yansha are like.

Just when everyone felt a little overwhelmed, Senior Brother Mo had quietly come behind Yan Sha, holding up the Demon Subduing Pagoda.

At this moment, his eyes were full of reluctance, this demon-subduing pagoda had been with him for a long time, and he didn't know how many demons it had subdued, and it accumulated an incomparably profound power of merit.

But now, in order to completely eliminate Yan Sha, his eyes became extremely determined.

The Demon-Subduing Pagoda shone brightly, as if burning with the final flame of merit.

The light contained endless power of merit, like a dazzling sun that made it impossible to look directly at it.

Senior Brother Mo controlled the Demon-Subduing Pagoda and smashed it hard at Yan Sha.

Yan Sha's body did not move, but his head turned behind him, looking at the flying pagoda, trying to dodge quickly in horror.

However, the next moment, while Yan Sha's attention was drawn away, his body was hugged by four or five monks with gray hair and haggard faces.

"Let's die together, hahaha!"

This time it was Yansha's turn to say no.

"I can not be reconciled!"

The moment the Demon-Subduing Pagoda collided with Yansha's body, there was a deafening noise.

The pagoda shattered, and a powerful force swept over like a violent storm. The power of merit turned into an extremely bright light, instantly enveloping Yansha.

Under the impact of this force, Yan Sha let out a desperate scream and eventually turned into ashes.

However, the power of merit released by the broken demon-subduing pagoda did not dissipate. It continuously collided with Yansha's natal magic weapon, the blood knife, in the air, and then continued to condense, and finally merged into a gem with one red and one yellow intersecting, like a yin-yang fish.

The orb emits a soft light, as if telling of the former splendor and glory of the Demon-Subduing Pagoda.

"Dead!? We won! Aaaaah!"

Some people started crying, but others reacted immediately.

"Hurry up and find Senior Brother Lu."

After defeating Yansha, the disciples were not in a hurry to cheer and celebrate.

They knew very well that the most important thing at this moment was to find Lu Zhi.

So, everyone jumped into the sea without hesitation, and the sea water instantly covered their bodies.

They swam hard in the sea, looking for Lu Zhi everywhere.

The sea water rippled as they stirred it. Their eyes were filled with anxiety and worry, and they prayed silently in their hearts that Lu Zhi would be safe.

When they finally saw Lu Zhi's somewhat weak body, they felt relieved and a look of relief appeared on their faces.

Several people hurriedly gathered around and carefully helped Lu Zhi up.

"Senior Brother Lu, how are you?" a disciple asked with a worried look on his face and a hint of tears in his voice.

He shook Lu Zhi gently, as if he was afraid that using a little more force would worsen Lu Zhi's injuries.

The disciple next to him also said anxiously:
"Brother Lu, please don't be in any trouble. We are all counting on you to lead us in our pursuit of the demon cultivators."

Everyone's eyes were filled with concern and expectation. They stared at Lu Zhi nervously, waiting for his response.

On this isolated island shrouded in fog, they are like a group of lost children, and Lu Zhi is their backbone.

At this moment, they had only one thought in their minds, and that was to make sure Lu Zhi was safe.

Lu Zhi's consciousness gradually recovered in the cold sea water. He felt the temperature around him rising, and a warm force slowly enveloped him.

The concerned voices of his disciples echoed in his ears, like a ray of light tearing apart the darkness in his heart.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw familiar faces. Although their expressions were full of worry, he felt extremely warm in his heart.

"I...it's okay."

Lu Zhi tried hard to force a smile. Even though his whole body was still in pain, he knew that he had survived and his disciples had not given up on him.

He tried to stand up. Although his body was still weak, he was filled with determination in his heart.

"Brother Lu, are you really okay?"

A disciple asked nervously, tears glistening in his eyes.

"I'm fine, just a little injured, just need a little rest."

Although Lu Zhi's voice was weak, it revealed an indomitable strength.

"You did a great job in the battle just now."

He spoke slowly, his eyes moving over each disciple, deeply feeling their courage and unity.

"It's great that you didn't give up on me or each other."

The disciples nodded one after another, and the tension in their hearts gradually relaxed.

"Senior Brother Lu, what should we do next?" asked a young disciple, his eyes full of desire for knowledge.

Lu Zhi took a deep breath. Although his body was still tired, his mind had undergone a transformation and his spiritual power was gradually recovering.

He looked at the sea. The fog gradually dissipated. The sunlight shone through the clouds, and the sea was sparkling, which seemed to herald new hope.

"Pick up the mess and go home!"

Lu Zhi's voice was firm and powerful. "This war is finally coming to an end. After the reward ceremony, we will go home, back to our home in Baishan."

"Yes!" the disciples responded in unison, with a look of longing reappearing on their faces.

(End of this chapter)