Immortals Step into Heaven

Xu Wen nodded slightly and said slowly, "Yes, this matter is indeed difficult. Although everyone is diligently searching for clues, there are still no substantial clues to follow. If this continues, it will not be a long-term solution."

Time passed quietly, and a few days later, the three people were still searching tirelessly, but they did not find any valuable traces.

At this moment, the earth trembled as the roars of beasts echoed. Xu Wen and the others were startled and looked nervously in the direction of the sound. The roars were getting closer and closer, like a huge army galloping towards them. Each roar made their hearts beat faster.

Junior Brother Zheng, Junior Brother Tang, it's a beast tide! Run! If you get swept up in it, you'll definitely die. Quickly return to Yunshan Market.

Zheng Yuan's face changed when he heard this. He knew about the beast tide. Wherever the beast tide passed, everyone was slaughtered.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yuan and Junior Brother Tang turned around and ran towards the Yunshan Market without hesitation. Their feet were so fast that they wished they had more legs.

The roar of the beast behind him grew closer, and the shaking of the earth became more intense. Xu Wen ran while looking back, only to see a dark mass of beasts approaching rapidly. The scene was terrifying.

"Hurry! Faster!" Xu Wen shouted, encouraging Zheng Yuan and Junior Brother Tang. The three of them had their clothes rustling in the wind, and beads of sweat covered their foreheads, but no one dared to slow down.

While running along the way, they encountered many cultivators. The team of Zheng Yuan and the other two has now become a team of dozens of people. These people are part of those who escaped from the Monster Mountain Range.

In this life-or-death moment, every second seemed extraordinarily long. They ran as fast as they could, with only one thought in mind: to return to Yunshan Market as quickly as possible and seek refuge.

Finally, just as they were about to run out of energy, the outline of Yunshan Market appeared before their eyes. The three of them were delighted and charged forward even harder. However, the beast tide was already approaching not far behind them, as if it could engulf them at any moment.

But they found that the gate of Yunshan Market was closed. Zheng Yuan and others were calling out at the gate, but there was no sign of it opening.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator standing on the city wall only sneered at this scene. Now that the monsters were so close, it would be better to let Zheng Yuan and the others in to resist the beast tide outside. As for how many people would survive in the end, that was none of his business.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator folded his arms across his chest, his eyes coldly watching Zheng Yuan and the others pleading outside the market gate. His lips curled slightly in a cold smile, as if nothing before him had any bearing on him. In his eyes, the lives of these low-level cultivators were as insignificant as ants.

The roar of the demonic beast grew closer, and the trembling of the earth intensified. Zheng Yuan and the others grew even paler. They desperately banged on the gates of the market town, crying for help. However, the Foundation Establishment cultivator on the city wall remained unmoved. He simply watched the scene unfold, pondering how to best protect the market town.

"Hmph, who do these guys think they are? They're nothing but a bunch of dispensable cannon fodder in the face of the beast tide," the Foundation Establishment cultivator muttered to himself with a sneer. There was no trace of pity in his eyes, only his own interests. In his heart, the safety of the market was paramount. As for the lives of these low-level cultivators, he didn't care at all.

By this time, the beast tide had already approached the main gate of the market town. Zheng Yuan and his companions stared at the dark mass of monsters in horror, their hearts filled with despair. They knew they had no escape route and could only fight to the death. However, facing such a massive beast tide, their strength seemed so insignificant.

We can't just wait to die! Zheng Yuan shouted, brandishing his top-grade Water Ripple Sword, ready to meet the monster's attack. Senior Brother Tang also tightly gripped his top-grade axe, his eyes revealing a firm determination. They knew that even if they died, they had to die with dignity.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator on the city wall continued to watch all this with indifference. He watched Zheng Yuan and the others charge towards the beast horde without a single wave of emotion. In his opinion, these people's actions were foolish; they simply couldn't withstand the beast horde's attack.

As the beast tide approached, battle erupted instantly. Zheng Yuan and his companions engaged in a fierce battle with the monsters, their figures appearing insignificant among the swarm. However, they did not retreat, but stubbornly resisted the monsters' attacks. Wounds continued to appear on their bodies, but they gritted their teeth and persisted in the battle.

On the walls of Yunshan Market, thousands of monks stood in battle formation. They wore robes of various colors, their eyes revealing a resolute determination. At this moment, the beast tide surged forward like a black tide, and the earth trembled violently under their onslaught.

At a command, the monks controlled their flying swords, transforming them into countless brilliant beams of sword light, shooting towards the beast tide like meteors. The sound of swords chiming rose and fell, weaving in the air into a passionate war song.

Wherever the sword flashed, the monsters roared in pain. Some were pierced directly by the flying swords, blood splattering everywhere, while others were sent flying by the impact of the swords, falling heavily to the ground. The monks constantly changed the trajectory of their flying swords, nimbly dodging the monsters' attacks while searching for the optimal moment to strike.

One of the young monks danced with his hands, controlling his flying sword as he darted effortlessly through the beast tide. The sword shot out, instantly piercing the skull of a massive demonic beast. The beast collapsed to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust. A smile of relief crossed the young monk's face, but he didn't let up, immediately turning his flying sword towards the other demonic beasts.

Another older monk appeared calm and composed. He stood on the city wall, directing the surrounding monks to coordinate their efforts. His flying sword was like a towering mountain, steady and powerful. Whenever a demonic beast approached the city wall, he would swing his flying sword without hesitation, repelling the monster.

The monks' valiant resistance gradually contained the beast tide's advance. However, the demonic beasts refused to give up easily. They launched repeated attacks, attempting to break through the monks' defenses. The monks, undeterred, gripped their flying swords tightly, ready for the next round of battle.

The battle on the city wall intensified, the flashes of swords and the roars of monsters intertwining like a magnificent painting. In this life-or-death moment, every cultivator fought desperately for the survival of Yunshan Market. They also knew that if Yunshan Market was breached by monsters, they would also be in great danger.