Immortals Step into Heaven

The second-level monster, which was originally aggressive and ferocious, was taking heavy and powerful steps and rushing forward with an indomitable momentum.

However, at this critical moment, many monks quickly gathered together to form an indestructible line of defense.

I saw those cultivators in the foundation-building stage displaying their own unique skills one after another. For a moment, colorful lights shone in the sky.

The various powerful spiritual weapons in their hands, such as flying swords, treasure tripods, etc., drew dazzling trajectories in the air, accompanied by sharp sounds of breaking through the air, and launched round after round of fierce attacks on the monsters with the force of thunder.

These spiritual weapons either transformed into sharp blades with a cold glow, or released blazing flames, making it difficult for the second-level monster to cope.

At the same time, some monks were chanting something, making seals with their hands, and casting all kinds of powerful spells.

Some cast blazing flames, sweeping across like a fiery dragon, enveloping the monster. Others condensed icy frost, instantly freezing the surrounding air and slowing the monster's movements. These spells intertwined to form an impenetrable net, trapping the second-tier monster in the center.

Under the concerted siege of this group of Foundation Establishment cultivators, the second-level monster, despite its powerful strength, gradually fell into trouble.

Some of them were covered in wounds, their fur stained red with blood, but they still refused to give in, struggling madly to break out. The monsters let out deafening roars, the sound seemed to penetrate the sky, and it terrified people.

They rushed forward again and again, trying to break through the numerous obstacles set up by the monks, but were stubbornly resisted by the monks every time.

However, this fierce battle was not without cost. The Foundation Establishment cultivators also suffered heavy casualties, with many falling in pools of blood, unable to stand up again.

The sky was filled with figures of Foundation Establishment cultivators shuttling back and forth, bravely killing the enemies. They were either fighting alone, or cooperating with each other in groups of two or three, just to defeat these terrifying second-level monsters in front of them.

However, despite the heavy casualties, the fighting spirit of the Foundation Establishment cultivators never wavered. Their eyes burned with unyielding fire, as if declaring to fate that they would never bow to these terrifying monsters.

A gravely wounded monk wiped the blood from his mouth with a trembling hand, raised his sword once more, and charged the herd of monsters. Though his figure was shaky, his resolute aura trembled the surrounding monsters. Following his lead, more injured monks rose to their feet and rejoined the battle.

At this moment, a brilliant light flashed across the sky. It turned out that a powerful cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage had displayed his unique skills.

The powerful fluctuations of mana caused the surrounding air to tremble. The monsters watched in horror, but they had no time to dodge. A flash of light passed, and several second-level monsters were instantly destroyed.

The other cultivators' morale was boosted by this scene. They coordinated even more closely, some drawing the monster's attention while others seized the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow. Every moment of the battle was a life-or-death struggle.

At this crucial moment of life and death, every Foundation Establishment cultivator was fully aware of the heavy responsibility they shouldered. Those cultivators tasked with attracting the demonic beasts' attention acted like valiant bait, nimbly weaving among the herds, deftly dodging their attacks and constantly provoking them, fueling their rage.

The monks responsible for delivering the fatal blow were intently waiting for the perfect moment, their eyes fixed on the monster's every move, their spiritual weapons poised for release.

When the monster was attracted and revealed its flaw, they acted decisively. A flash of light appeared, and spiritual energy roared out with powerful spiritual power, hitting the monster's vital points hard.

The intensity of the battle escalated, and the air was thick with tension. The cultivators' mana had been largely depleted, yet their faces were filled with determination. They forgot their fatigue, their pain, their hearts filled with only one conviction: victory over the demonic beasts. They knew that if Yunshan Market were breached, they would be doomed.

Every attack carries a huge risk; if they are not careful and are hit by a monster, they may fall into an irretrievable situation. But they did not retreat, because they knew that only by moving forward courageously could they win a chance of survival for themselves and their companions.

As the battle dragged on, the monsters grew more frantic. They roared and pounced on the cultivators, attempting to reverse the defeat. However, the Foundation Establishment cultivators' coordination grew stronger, supporting each other and jointly resisting the monsters' frenzied counterattack.

The monsters' frenzied counterattacks were like surging waves, one after another. They bared their fangs and claws, spewing terrifying energy waves from their mouths, making the surrounding air seem to burn. But the Foundation Establishment cultivators were undaunted. They huddled together tightly, forming an impenetrable defense.

A monk shouted, "Everyone, hold on! We will definitely defeat them!" His voice was full of power, inspiring everyone. Everyone responded in unison, morale high.

The monks skilled in defense stood at the front, using various spiritual weapons to create powerful shields to withstand the fierce attacks of the monsters. The offensive monks, on the other hand, looked for opportunities in the rear, and if there was a gap in the monsters' attacks, they would immediately launch a fierce counterattack.

Although the monsters were numerous, the tacit cooperation of the Foundation Establishment cultivators made it impossible for them to attack. Every attack was cleverly deflected, and every counterattack dealt a heavy blow to the monsters.

Seeing this, the third-level monster beasts observing the situation from a distance ordered the monster army to retreat. He had not expected so many cultivators to gather in Yunshan Market.

He also wanted to destroy Yunshan Market in one go to let the human race know how powerful they were. But he miscalculated. The third-level monster looked at the orderly retreating monster army with a gloomy face, wondering what he was thinking.

The gloomy expression of the third-level demon beast seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds. Its eyes followed the retreating demon beast army closely, and a variety of complex emotions surged in its heart.

It was angry that its plans were disrupted. It had originally thought that it could easily flatten the Yunshan Market, but it underestimated the number and tenacity of human cultivators.

It regretted that it had not detected the strength of Yunshan Market more accurately, which led to the army of monsters suffering such a heavy blow.

At this moment, it was constantly thinking about its next move. Was it to gather more powerful forces again and launch a more fierce attack on Yunshan Market?