Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

The Supreme Elder waved his whisk, and clear rays of light flashed like silk, blocking the violent attacks of the power demon. He also lowered his eyes to glance, and a hint of understanding and imperceptible expectation flashed in his old eyes.

Although he didn't know Lu Wensheng's specific intentions, he knew that this boy was calm and composed, and was definitely not the kind of person who acted without a purpose. There must be a deep meaning behind the fact that he was gathering his elite troops and heading straight for the core of the demon cave.

"Hmph, these youngsters are really bold." The silver dragon that Wu Zhi transformed into swatted away a corrosive devil flame with one claw, took a quick glance, and muttered, but there was no blame in the huge dragon's eyes, instead a hint of admiration flashed across them.

The leader of Lingxiao Sect forced the shadow demon back with a sword and exchanged glances with the leader of Piaomiao Valley, the leader of Xuanyi Pavilion and others beside him.

Several rulers at the top of the world of cultivation have all emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and have experienced countless storms. Although they don’t know the details at the moment, when they see their most outstanding disciples acting in this way, and seeing that the center of the group is Lu Wensheng, who has repeatedly created miracles, they instantly have an idea in their minds.

"Hahaha, it's a good thing that young people are energetic! How can we old guys like me let them take the cake?"

The leader of Lingxiao Sect laughed out loud, and the momentum of the sword in his hand suddenly changed. It no longer pursued killing, but became more magnificent and dense, like weaving an invisible sword net, tightly covering the several demon lords who tried to leave the battle circle and go to intercept the team below.

"That's exactly what's going on." The Lord of Piaomiao Valley chuckled, and lightly flicked the air with his jade finger. The rainbow lights were no longer just aimed at the enemies in front of him, but as if they had spirituality, they entwined and cleverly interfered with the other demon lords' perception of the battlefield below and the release of demonic energy.

The Pavilion Master of Xuanyi Pavilion changed his finger gestures, and the gunfire from several giant spirit boats in the air slightly adjusted their angles. Several thick spiritual energy beams seemed to bombard the Demon Lords, but in fact, their landing points were exquisite, just blocking the Demon Lords' several necessary routes in trying to rush to the top of the mountain. The aftermath of the energy explosion cleared out many low- and middle-level monsters.

Several top masters have a tacit understanding and a natural understanding.

They no longer regarded killing the Demon Lord as their primary goal, but instead, relying on their exquisite control ability and powerful strength, like playing chess, began to "cover" for the young team below.

They could attack head-on to distract the Demon Lord; they could pin him down from the flanks to disrupt the flow of his demonic energy; or they could use area-of-effect magic to eliminate any powerful demon generals that might appear on the team's path...

This tacit cooperation comes from the trust in the younger generation and more importantly from their common beliefs.

The demon lords naturally noticed something unusual.

Min Xiao's eyes were grim as he tried to spy on the intentions of the team below, but he was entangled by the increasingly sharp sword light of Jun Ning Daojun and the profound Taoist magic of the Supreme Elder, and could not escape.

Li Mo roared angrily, trying to break through the sword net of the Lingxiao Sect's leader, but was bounced back again and again by the seemingly soft but extremely tough sword intent.

The Shadow Demon tried to transform into millions of forms and sneak below, but was forced to reveal himself by the neon light of the Lord of Piaomiao Valley and the powerful demonic energy swept out by the tail of Wuzhi Jiao.

The same is true for the Fire Demon, Swamp Demon, etc. Whenever they want to make a move, they will face more targeted attacks and restrictions from the powerful immortals.

They had overwhelming rage and tyrannical strength, but were firmly pinned down in the high-altitude battle circle by their opponents in this kind of "entanglement". They could only watch as the team, which had condensed the most elite forces of the younger generation of the immortal sect, advanced steadily towards the core of the source of demonic energy - the mountain top, like a red-hot knife cutting into grease!

And below, the guard line composed of geniuses has already erupted with astonishing combat power.

This team, which brings together the best of the younger generation of the Immortal Sect, each displays their strengths and cooperates seamlessly. Like a carefully forged peerless divine weapon, they forcibly tear a passage through the boundless demonic tide and climb unwaveringly, step by step, towards the top of the Demonic Mountain, which symbolizes death and destruction!

Their goal is the same, their belief is the same - to escort Lu Wensheng to the top of the mountain! No matter what awaits there, no matter what the cost!

Above the sky, the mighty ones are protecting and restraining with telepathic coordination; on the mountain roads, the geniuses are charging and guarding with united will.

Lu Wensheng, who was at the center of the storm, had a calm expression, his eyes fixed on the mountain top that was getting closer and closer.

They waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, broke through the corrosion of demonic energy, sword energy and demonic blood intertwined, and spiritual light and roars resonated.

Every step forward is on the wreckage of fallen monsters, and is condensed with the sweat and determination of fellow travelers.

The Fuguang Sword hummed softly in his hand, and its clear light flowed, as if it could also sense the ancient and majestic aura in the dark, located in the deepest part of the Demon Abyss, which was incompatible with the demons in the sky, and it was emitting a tremor that longed to resonate with it.

His steps were steady as he walked along the road paved with blood and faith by his fellow disciples. He had only one thought in his mind - to reach the top of the mountain and grasp the only chance of survival that might exist in this world!

They can't stop, and they won't stop.

Lu Wensheng was in the center of the team, and the bright light of his Fuguang sword was like an eternal lamp in the thick demonic energy.

He could feel the faint warmth coming from the small wooden statue in his arms. It was the faith of the people resonating with him. He also felt the unreserved trust and protection of the fellow travelers around him.

His gaze pierced through layers of demonic barriers and fell on the top of the mountain hidden in the rolling demonic clouds. His eyes were calm and resolute.

The divine sword "Huang Ji"... is right there.

And perhaps the only one who can mobilize and even control that power is oneself, who has a system that can "add points" to improve affinity and control over high-level energy.

He must take this path.

And escorting him forward is the most resolute and tragic decision that his comrades can make at this moment.

The mountain wind was howling, but it couldn't blow away the thick smell of blood and evil spirits. However, it made the figures of the young monks with their sleeves fluttering look like brave men holding torches against the wind, determined to live towards death.

They have only one goal - to escort Lu Wensheng to the top of the mountain!

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Shi Yubai was clinging to the steep, knife-like rock wall of the Demon Mountain. The rugged rocks outlined his inhuman figure at the moment.

He slowly turned his head, his devilish eyes, as red as blood diamonds, penetrated the dense smoke and surging demonic energy, and fixed his gaze on the group of monks who were going upstream and struggling to reach the top of the mountain, especially the figure guarding the center.

In those eyes, there was an insoluble thick anger that was filled with countless resentments and unwillingness.

Why did two beings who seemed to have stood under the same sky and breathed the same clear and turbid air eventually embark on such different and diametrical paths - one was admired by thousands of people and surrounded by stars; the other fell into the hellish realm and lived with filth?

This question, like a maggot attached to his bones, gnawed at Shi Yubai's already cold heart, but he could not find an answer that convinced him.