Immortals Step into Heaven

There were rumbling sounds as the monsters continued to bombard the formation. The Fire Cloud Formation was rippling due to the attacks of the monsters, and it seemed as if it would be broken at any time.

Everyone's heart was in their throat as they watched the Fire Cloud Formation under constant attack. The cultivators in the formation clenched their magical weapons, ready to fight.

The monster seemed to sense the crowd's unease, and its attacks intensified. The powerful impact caused the Fire Cloud Formation's light to flicker, and the ripples grew more intense. Some of the weaker cultivators paled, their eyes filled with fear.

Just when everyone thought the Fire Cloud Formation was about to collapse, a white-haired elder, dressed in the attire of the Tianshui Sect and having reached the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment Stage, stepped forward with dozens of other cultivators. He formed seals with his hands, chanted something, and injected a powerful magical power into the formation.

The Fire Cloud Formation suddenly shone brightly, and the ripples gradually subsided, temporarily resisting the monster's attack.

However, the monsters didn't give up. They roared outside the formation, constantly searching for weaknesses. The old man knew that this was not a solution and he had to find a way to repel the monsters. So he summoned the masters in the formation to discuss countermeasures.

After a heated discussion, everyone decided to take the initiative. They selected some powerful monks and formed a team, ready to rush out and launch a surprise attack on the monster the moment the formation was opened.

Zheng Yuan and Chen Feng were on the same team. Chen Feng, with his exceptional strength, had deservedly become the team's captain. Their team consisted of over twenty people, all elite disciples from the four great sects.

Each of them has unique skills, some are good at attacking, some are proficient in defense, and some have unique talents in assisting.

Around them, monks from various factions, including the Demon Sect, the Deadwood Nation, and the Tianshui Nation, had formed their own teams. These teams were numerous, numbering in the hundreds. Each team had its own unique cultivation techniques and advantages.

Zheng Yuan also saw a man and a woman from Tianshui Sect that day, who were also leading a team.

When everything was ready, the old man led everyone to inject mana again to reinforce the Fire Cloud Formation. Then, he gave the order, "Open!", and a gap opened in the formation. The leader of the leading team held a talisman and threw it out as he rushed out of the gap in the formation.

The talisman shone brightly, transforming into a massive sword several dozen feet long, emitting a chilling, cold aura. Wrapped in flames, the sword slashed towards the monster at high speed, seemingly intent on incinerating it.

The sword light suddenly appeared, like a bright silver light spurting out from the giant sword, instantly illuminating the entire somewhat dim battlefield.

The monsters roared in fear at the powerful sword light, but they had no time to offer any effective resistance. Wherever the sword light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Some of those hideous beasts were cut in half, blood gushing out like fountains, while others were shattered by the powerful sword energy, turning into a bloody mist that filled the sky. The flames then emitted bursts of red smoke.

A massive, ten-foot-deep gully appeared on the ground where the sword had struck, sending the surrounding earth and rock flying everywhere. The corpses of the monsters flew everywhere, some still struggling, but now devoid of any life.

Within a few hundred feet, there was a dead silence, not a single living monster in sight. The air was thick with the smell of blood and gunpowder. The tragic scene filled people with awe, as if they had just experienced a devastating disaster.

Zheng Yuan's eyes widened in shock at this scene, his mouth slightly open, his face filled with disbelief. The power displayed by the massive sword, tens of feet long, was so astonishing that it froze him in his tracks.

The power of this talisman was unexpectedly so great, far beyond his imagination. However, Zheng Yuan quickly withdrew his thoughts, knowing full well that this was not the time to be in a daze.

He turned to look at Chen Feng, who had a resolute expression on his face, his eyes revealing courage and determination. Then, Zheng Yuan and Chen Feng, leading their team, rushed out like an arrow from a bow.

Behind them, hundreds of teams followed closely behind. Their momentum was like a rainbow, like an indestructible steel torrent.

In a moment, thousands of magical weapons soared into the air under everyone's control, flashing with a variety of lights. Some of these magical weapons were like sharp swords, emitting a piercing cold light, with runes flowing on the blades, as if imbued with a murderous aura. Some were like huge hammers, filled with a heavy sense of oppression. The hammer body transformed into several feet in size and smashed towards the monster like a small mountain. Some were like flexible whips, as if they could entangle and bind the enemy at any time. The whip tips danced in the air, making a crisp sound of breaking through the air.

Under the control of the monks, these magical weapons were like a group of enraged beasts, fiercely attacking the monster. The sword-like magical weapons cut through the air at an extremely fast speed, bringing with them sharp air currents that instantly pierced the monster's body.

The monster roared in pain, blood gushing out, but it was unable to withstand the fatal blow. The huge hammer came down with immense force, shattering the monster's body into pieces, with flesh and bones flying everywhere.

The nimble long whip wrapped around the monster like a spirit snake, tightening more and more until its bones were broken.

For a moment, the battlefield was a scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, a horrific sight. Under this powerful attack, the monsters fell to the ground one after another, some were cut into pieces, some were smashed into pulp, and some were strangled to death.

The death of each monster was accompanied by a shrill scream and a strong smell of blood. On the ground, the monster corpses piled up like a mountain and the blood flowed like a river. The monster group that was originally extremely ferocious collapsed instantly under the attack of thousands of magic weapons.

The air was filled with the strong smell of blood and gun smoke. This tragic scene made people feel awed. Zheng Yuan was also a little shocked. He had never seen such a cruel battlefield.

The monks stood on this bloody battlefield, their eyes full of determination and resoluteness. They knew that the battle was not over yet.

The monsters were caught off guard by the sudden attack and retreated one after another.

The monks seized the opportunity to unleash their full might and engaged in a fierce battle with the demonic beasts. Swords flashed, spells flew, and the entire battlefield was in chaos.

Zheng Yuan's eyes flashed, and he gripped the Water Ripple Sword tightly. The sword shone with light, and he leaped high into the air like a shadow. With a fierce swing of the Water Ripple Sword in his hand, he unleashed the Blood Blade Technique.

A blood-red light burst forth from the Water-Rippled Sword, like a blood-red blade, charging towards the monster with a ferocious aura. Wherever the light passed, a violent gust of wind blew up.