Mythical Cultivation

Seeing the black-shirted man somewhat taken aback, Wu Ming and Zhao Xiaohai exchanged a glance, each feeling a little amused, though they didn't show it on their faces. After all, the other party was an enemy. If they hadn't just seen him clearly hold back when he defeated Zhao Xiaohai, and Zhao Xiaohai only suffered minor injuries, proving that he had no serious ill intentions, they would have seized the opportunity to attack him long ago. They felt it was a great kindness to spare him, so why would they bother to remind him?

Having already fought, Wu Ming and the other man didn't want to cause any more trouble. After all, for them, opportunity was the most important thing. If they arrived too late and someone else snatched away the opportunity, it would be a loss. So, the two men ignored the black-shirted man who was still muttering to himself and turned to continue on their way.

"Wu Ming, it seems my strength is still too weak!" Zhao Xiaohai said a little frustrated as he walked: "A random cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining can beat me without any chance of fighting back."

After hearing this, Wu Ming quickly comforted him, "Don't think so. That person just now was no ordinary cultivator. He was obviously a favored child from one of the four major families. It's natural that he is powerful. Besides, we have only been in the sect for a short time, and our cultivation resources are limited. We can't compare to those talented disciples who have been trained by their families since childhood. But as long as we are given enough time and practice hard for ten or twenty years, we will definitely be no worse than them in the future!"

Zhao Xiaohai's initially depressed mood gradually calmed down. It was indeed as he thought. They had only been practicing for a short time, only about ten years, and to have such strength was already quite impressive. After all, many of their fellow disciples who entered the sect at the same time as them, more than 90% were still stuck in the middle stage of Qi Refining!

After nearly two days of trekking, the two finally reached the spot of radiant light. However, the sight before them stunned them. Thousands of cultivators had already gathered there, not just human cultivators, but also countless ferocious demonic beasts, watching eagerly. At that moment, two factions were engaged in a fierce melee. As soon as they arrived, they immediately attracted the attention of a dozen demonic beasts. In an instant, over a dozen of them burst from the battlefield and pounced directly at them, their ferocious momentum terrifying.

Fortunately, someone warned, "Be careful! The precious light here is attracting monsters!" Everyone's expressions froze upon hearing this, clearly realizing the seriousness of the situation. After all, in such a dangerous situation, if the immediate crisis wasn't resolved first, then everything else would be meaningless.

As expected, faced with so many demonic beasts, everyone present was able to prioritize. Wu Ming and Zhao Xiaohai simultaneously summoned their flying swords and protective magical instruments, engaging in a fierce battle with the dozen or so demonic beasts. Although these demonic beasts were numerous, their cultivation levels varied widely, ranging from those in the middle to late stages of Qi Refining.

Fortunately, Wu Ming and Zhao Xiaohai were both incredibly skilled and worked in perfect harmony. With their combined strength, the monsters couldn't get close. After just a few rounds, Wu Ming had successfully slain a monster. Furthermore, he even had enough energy to observe the entire battlefield.

At this moment, the entire battle situation seemed extremely tense and fierce, reaching a stalemate. Although the demonic beasts far outnumbered the cultivators, aside from a few cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining who appeared somewhat embarrassed and fled in all directions, most of the other cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining displayed formidable strength, easily outnumbering them.

This situation stems primarily from the cultivators' mastery of a wide variety of magical instruments, enabling them to unleash a vast array of offensive methods. In contrast, Qi Refining-stage demonic beasts rely solely on their sturdy physiques, employing only one or two simple spells. Consequently, even Qi Refining-stage demonic beasts of the same rank stand little chance of defeating cultivators. Only those with exceptionally strong bloodlines, or those naturally inclined to combat and aggressive, can gain the upper hand, or even suppress, cultivators of the same realm. However, such demonic beasts exist only in extremely small numbers, even among the vast population of demonic beasts, they are a rarity.

Meanwhile, new cultivators continued to arrive on the battlefield. When they first arrived, like Wu Ming and the others, they were bewildered by the chaotic scene. But soon, they threw themselves into the battle without hesitation. When facing the demonic beasts, everyone had a single thought: Those who are not of our kind must have different hearts!

Time ticked by, and more than half an hour passed quickly. At this moment, the demon beast army gradually showed signs of fatigue, and the decline became increasingly apparent. Some timid demon beasts began to panic and fled.

At this critical moment, several deafening roars were heard from the rear of the monster army. These roars were as loud as thunder, as if conveying some mysterious signal. Then, a surprising scene occurred—all the monsters began to retreat in an orderly manner!

For over an hour, the monks endured a thrilling and ferocious battle. Every one of them was severely wounded, many in critical condition. Even more heartbreakingly, hundreds of monks of lower cultivation tragically perished. Faced with such a horrific battle, everyone felt an immense weight of grief.

Seeing the demonic beasts retreat, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. This battle, which had lasted over an hour, was incredibly fierce and brutal, especially on such a vast battlefield. Everyone needed to be completely focused and give their all; even the slightest negligence could cost their lives. Therefore, when the battle came to a temporary halt, everyone felt relieved and chose to sit down, tending to their wounds and restoring their depleted vital energy.

However, while the monsters had temporarily retreated, they hadn't gone far. They too were silently awaiting their opportunity. For both sides, this battle was only the beginning, and the future was filled with countless unknowns and challenges.

At this time, the powerful and famous cultivators from various sects also began to summon their own disciples. Gathering the disciples from their own sects could better deal with the attacks of the monsters in the future, and also provide convenience for the subsequent competition for opportunities.

Hearing someone calling for the disciples of Qingyun Sect to gather, Wu Ming and his companion also rushed over. As expected, they met Hou Tiancheng and Mei Lingshuang here. They were indeed participating in this event. Unfortunately, there was no sign of Huang Hao. They wondered if he was too far away and had not arrived yet.