Immortals Step into Heaven

Led by the white-haired old man, the monks gradually escaped the pursuit of the monsters and approached the market. However, their retreat was not smooth, and monks were constantly injured or even killed by the monsters.

But they didn't give up, and followed the white-haired old man closely, moving forward in the direction of hope. Finally, they saw the outline of the market town, and the light of the formation flickered in the distance.

The white-haired old man shouted, "Hurry up, we'll be safe soon." Everyone gathered their last bit of strength and rushed towards the market formation. The moment they stepped into the formation, the stone in their hearts finally fell to the ground.

They turned around and looked at the ferocious monsters outside the formation, their hearts filled with emotion. Although the battle was brutal, at least they saved their lives.

They slowly turned their heads, their gazes fixed on the ferocious monster still baring its fangs and claws outside the formation. At this moment, everyone's heart was filled with endless emotion.

The battle was brutal and terrifying. Bloodstained the ground, a horrifying painting. The corpses of demonic beasts lay scattered across the ground, piled high like a mountain. Their hideous appearance seemed to speak of the fierceness of the battle.

The bodies of the monks beside them lay silent, their once vibrant lives now extinguished, leaving behind only an endless sense of tragedy. Under the frenzied trampling of the monsters, flesh and blood flew everywhere, creating a scene resembling a living hell. The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, nearly nauseating. Yet, such was the cruelty of war, life seemed so fragile at this moment.

Zheng Yuan and Chen Feng stood side by side on the city wall, looking down with solemn expressions. The monsters attacked the formation like a tide, each impact causing ripples within. The surging beast tide seemed endless, emitting a terrifying aura of ferocity.

"Brother Chen, how long do you think this formation can last?" Zheng Yuan asked softly.

Chen Feng frowned, his eyes fixed on the formation that flickered slightly under the attack of the monster. After pondering for a moment, he said, "This formation is our last line of defense. The Fire Cloud Formation is a third-level formation that can block the bombardment of a Jindan cultivator for half a day."

Chen Feng's tone was filled with worry. There were so many monsters now, and the surging tide seemed endless. While this formation was powerful, it probably wouldn't hold out for much longer under such a continuous and fierce attack. He narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the monsters frantically charging the formation, his uneasiness growing stronger. The wind from the city wall whistled past, lifting the corners of his clothes, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in his heart.

A trace of confusion and worry flashed across Chen Feng's eyes. He turned to look at Zheng Yuan and said in a low voice, "I don't know if the two of us can survive this time. This battle is too brutal, and the number of monsters far exceeds our imagination. If this formation is broken, we will face the overwhelming tide of beasts, and our life or death is uncertain."

Zheng Yuan sighed, his eyes filled with helplessness and regret. "Alas, who could have imagined we'd find ourselves in such a desperate situation? This demonic beast is so ferocious. Now, we can only take things one step at a time, fighting our hardest. Whether we survive depends entirely on fate."

His voice seemed vague and erratic on the wind, as if it could be blown away at any moment. But the firmness in his words made people feel the unyielding spirit in his heart. In this moment of life and death, although he was afraid, he was unwilling to give up easily.

At the same time, the Fire Cloud Formation, under the control of the white-haired elder and his companions, erupted with immense power. Blazing fireballs, like meteors, pelted the demonic beasts, leaving dazzling trails in the air. Wherever the fireballs landed, blazing flames instantly erupted. The demonic beasts howled in pain and fled in all directions. However, their numbers were too great. Despite the immense damage inflicted by the Fire Cloud Formation's attacks, the beast tide continued to surge, constantly assaulting the formation. The white-haired elder and his companions looked solemn.

Beads of sweat formed on the white-haired old man's forehead, but his hands never stopped moving. He shouted loudly, directing everyone to unleash the power of the Fire Cloud Formation to its fullest potential.

On the city wall, Chen Feng and Zheng Yuan watched the falling fireballs, a glimmer of hope igniting in their hearts. Chen Feng clenched his fists and said, "With the Fire Cloud Formation's help, perhaps we still have a chance of survival." Zheng Yuan nodded slightly, but there was still worry in his eyes. However, with so many monsters, he didn't know how long the Fire Cloud Formation could hold out.

Despite the damage sustained by the fireballs, the monsters continued to attack the formation frantically. Some powerful monsters even began to counterattack the Fire Cloud Formation, spewing out various powerful energy waves. The white-haired old man and his companions had to manipulate the formation even more carefully to avoid the monsters' attacks.

Time ticked by, and the battle reached a fever pitch. The Fire Cloud Formation's energy gradually weakened, and the white-haired old man and his companions gradually lost their strength. But they refused to give up, and continued to persevere.

Chen Feng and Zheng Yuan watched this scene with admiration in their hearts. They also drew their weapons, ready to join the battle at any time. Just then, a sudden roar echoed from the sky, and a mysterious light flashed. Everyone looked up and saw a mysterious and powerful figure stepping into the air.

Zheng Yuan took a closer look and his heart was suddenly filled with waves. Wasn't that person Wang Jianming, a Jindan stage cultivator from the Cangjian Sect?

His mind quickly flashed back to their single encounter during the four major sects' disciple selection process. Wang Jianming then, just as he was today, possessed a remarkable presence, commanding attention. Standing amidst the crowd, he radiated a powerful aura, like a brilliant star.

The depth and majesty in Wang Jianming's eyes seemed to see through everything. Now, at this critical moment, the appearance of Jindan-stage cultivator Wang Jianming undoubtedly gave everyone a glimmer of hope.

Zheng Yuan took a closer look and his heart was suddenly filled with waves. Wasn't that person Wang Jianming, a Jindan stage cultivator from the Cangjian Sect?

His mind quickly flashed back to their single encounter during the four major sects' disciple selection process. Back then, Wang Jianming had been just as imposing and impressive as he is today.

He stood among the crowd, like a shining star, emitting a powerful aura. Zheng Yuan clearly remembered the depth and majesty revealed in Wang Jianming's eyes, as if he could see through everything. Now, at this critical moment, Wang Jianming's appearance undoubtedly gave everyone a glimmer of hope. Zheng Yuan stared at Wang Jianming closely, praying silently in his heart, hoping that he could lead everyone to defeat this surging beast tide and protect this land.

Wang Jianming saw the dense swarm of monsters outside the market, his eyes glared, and the sword in his hand shone brightly. With a flick of his wrist, a sharp sword energy whistled out, slashing towards the beast tide like a bolt of lightning.