Immortals Step into Heaven

Yet, he remained brimming with energy, seemingly possessing boundless strength. His eyes were bright and resolute, and his grip on the axe was tight, without a moment's slack. Every swing of the axe was accompanied by powerful momentum and precise force.

Tang Shishan's physical strength seemed to be endless, thanks to his diligent training and unwavering will. He knew that in this battle, there could be no slack or retreat. He had to give it his all and completely defeat these monsters.

Several late-stage, perfected first-order demon beasts watched Tang Shishan's fighting spirit, their despair growing stronger. They began to realize that they might not be able to escape this disaster today. But they were ferocious demon beasts after all, and they would not give up easily. They once again summoned their courage and prepared for a final struggle.

Tang Shishan also noticed the monster's intention and became more vigilant.

He gripped the axe, a top-grade magical weapon, tightly in his hand, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, constantly watching the monsters' every move. He knew that this would be a most difficult battle, and the monsters would inevitably erupt in unprecedented madness in their desperate situation.

Tang Shishan took a deep breath and adjusted his state. He leaned forward slightly, ready to face the monster's attack at any time. There was no fear in his heart, only excitement.

Tang Shishan stared at the monsters before him with a sharp gaze. These late-stage, perfect first-order monsters were all massive, with bulging muscles, seemingly brimming with boundless power.

Their fur ranged from rough to smooth, and in a variety of colors: some were dark brown, like ancient bark, full of toughness; others were pitch black, shimmering with an eerie light in the sun.

Their eyes were like burning fireballs, emitting a fierce and brutal aura. Their eyes were filled with hostility and vigilance towards Tang Shishan, as if they were ready to pounce on him and tear him into pieces at any moment.

Their mouths reveal sharp fangs, like daggers, chilling to the bone. When they roar in anger, the sound is so loud that it seems to shatter one's eardrums. Their claws are so sharp that a simple scratch on the ground leaves deep marks.

At this moment, despite being in dire straits, these monsters still exuded a ferocious aura. They leaned forward slightly, ready to attack, ready to launch a final, frantic attack on Tang Shishan.

Their breathing was rapid and heavy, and the wounds on their bodies were still bleeding, but they did not retreat, and the fighting spirit in their eyes was still strong. Tang Shishan could feel their inner unwillingness and determination. They would not give up easily, even in this desperate moment.

Xu Wen bravely fought through the beast tide with his exquisite swordsmanship. His posture was as nimble as a cheetah, the sword in his hand flashing with cold light, and every swing was filled with fierce momentum.

Amidst the surging beast tide, Xu Wen's gaze remained firm and focused, unfazed by the surrounding chaos. His swordsmanship flowed naturally, his moves unpredictable, sometimes stabbing with lightning speed, sometimes slithering like a snake.

The monsters bared their fangs and claws wildly, rushing towards Xu Wen like a surging black tide. Their eyes burned with anger and fury, and their sharp claws slashed through the air, making a sharp sound.

Yet, Xu Wen remained unfazed. His form was as nimble as a ghost, weaving back and forth among the monsters. Whenever a monster lunged, he dodged with incredible agility. Meanwhile, his sword wielded like a flash of lightning, his moves varied and intricate. Sometimes he stabbed a monster's vitals with breakneck speed, sometimes he deflected its attack with clever angles.

As he danced, the sword seemed to come alive, emitting brilliant light and shadow. The light and shadow were dreamlike, yet contained deadly power. With each flash of light and shadow, a monster was repelled. Some monsters, pierced by the sword, roared in pain; others, swept by the wind from the sword, stumbled back.

Xu Wen's eyes were focused and determined, their star-like glint burning with an unyielding flame. He stared intently at the monsters surging around him, gripping his sword even tighter.

His mind was focused on surviving this beast tide. This thought, that survival was more important than anything else, fueled his courageous advance amidst this endless danger. He knew he couldn't retreat or hesitate for even a moment; if he gave way to fear, he would be swallowed by the surging beast tide.

The surrounding monsters roared and howled, their figures surging like a tide, the pressure threatening to crush anyone. But Xu Wen straightened his back, his eyes devoid of fear. He seemed to have transformed into an unshakable mountain, towering over the beast tide.

Various sword moves and coping strategies kept flashing through his mind, and every action was carefully considered. He knew that only by staying calm and focused could he have a chance of survival in this desperate situation.

Xu Wen took a deep breath and swung his sword once more. The blade flickered like a flash of silver lightning, piercing the darkness of the beast tide. He would use his sword to carve out a path for himself. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, he would not give up.

After an incense stick of time, the team of dozens of people on the battlefield was reduced to only five people surviving under the crazy attack of the beast tide.

The five of them quickly formed a semicircle, their backs against the Yunshan Market wall. The wall was tall and solid, giving them a rare sense of security. They gripped their magical instruments tightly, their eyes scanning their surroundings with vigilance.

Everyone's face was covered in fatigue and pain, their blood dripping onto the bloodstained ground, and their clothes were tattered.

On the battlefield, the five of them worked in perfect harmony, fighting the ferocious attacking monsters together. Zheng Yuan's water-patterned sword was stained red with blood, a shocking red that was terrifying to behold.

Zheng Yuan's mana had been largely depleted, but he remained calm. He decisively swallowed several pills and worked hard to restore his mana. In this difficult moment, they knew they were not alone.

Looking up, they saw an army of nearly ten thousand cultivators atop the walls of Yunshan Market, constantly controlling their flying swords to slay the demonic beasts. The swords dancing across the sky, like brilliant rays of light, gave them hope to persevere. Without the support of this powerful army of cultivators, they would have been crushed by the demonic beasts long ago, with no chance of survival.

As hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators joined the battle inside the market, the situation tilted increasingly towards victory. These Foundation Establishment cultivators were all extremely powerful, and their participation was like a fresh force, injecting new vitality into the exhausted battlefield.