Mythical Cultivation

Just when everyone thought the situation was gradually coming under Elder Dongfang's control, Lin Sufei of the Hehuan Sect suddenly unleashed her terrifying Soul-Snatching Technique! Once unleashed, this mysterious spell would cause the affected cultivator's soul to restless and their mind to plunge into extreme confusion. If the cultivator's cultivation level were even slightly inferior to the caster, the consequences would be catastrophic—their souls and spirits would likely be directly extracted from their bodies, leaving them powerless to resist and at the mercy of the other cultivator.

Although Elder Dongfang's cultivation level was comparable to Lin Sufei's, and even slightly higher, he still struggled to maintain inner peace and stability in the face of such a bizarre and overbearing spell. The soul-stealing technique was like an invisible demonic hand, constantly stirring Elder Dongfang's mind and severely interfering with his ability to cast other spells and precisely control his magic weapon.

Because of this, Elder Dongfang was at a clear disadvantage several times during his encounters with the other party. If he had to choose one of the six cultivators to eliminate first, then Dongfang Yishan would undoubtedly choose Lin Sufei, his biggest threat, without hesitation.

At that moment, a flicker of determination flashed in Zheng Shuguang's eyes. He quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering something. As he moved, an incredibly powerful wave of energy erupted from him. Then, a dull rumble of thunder suddenly echoed in the sky, and a thick streak of purple lightning streaked across the sky, striking the blazing sea of ​​fire below with lightning speed.

In the blink of an eye, countless purple lightning bolts burst forth from the clouds like a swarm of enraged dragons, their fangs bared and claws savagely sweeping towards Dongfang Yishan's earth shield. These violent lightning bolts intertwined and entwined, forming a dense electric grid that illuminated the entire space with a shimmering purple light.

When the first lightning bolt struck the Earth Guard, there was a loud "bang!" and the shield trembled violently, a faint ripple spreading across its surface. Then came the second, the third... and more lightning bolts. Each impact made the shield tremble more violently, as if it could no longer withstand such a fierce attack and threatened to shatter at any moment.

Unlike Zheng Shuguang, Jian Wuxia didn't perform any fancy magic. As a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he was well aware of his sect's strength—the art of sword cultivation. For them, the flying sword in their hands was their most powerful weapon, with eighty to ninety percent of their strength concentrated in the blade itself. At this moment, Jian Wuxia gripped the hilt tightly, his inner essence continuously flowing into it, and the entire flying sword radiated a chilling cold light.

Elsewhere, Lin Hanlun's hands danced like the wind, manipulating the surrounding air currents to form powerful hurricanes. These hurricanes roared past, not only fueling the raging fire unleashed by Liu Guanglin, but also carrying the blazing flames towards Dongfang Yishan. For a moment, wind and fire clashed, the might was terrifying.

However, the most terrifying event was Nangong Wentian's meteorite-dropping technique. Vast black vortices suddenly appeared in the sky, from which meteorites the size of millstones continuously fell. These meteorites, carrying immense force, slammed into the ground like a rain of dense drops, stirring up dust and shaking the earth wherever they passed. Faced with such a ferocious onslaught, Dongfang Yishan was forced to constantly shift position to avoid the meteorite attacks, but even so, several meteorites still glided past him, stirring up sharp gusts of wind.

However, Wu Ming and the others were completely unaware that, just around the battlefield, the entire sky was completely obscured by thick, dark clouds, preventing the sun from penetrating the thick layer and reaching the earth. A fierce wind roared up, surging and sweeping across every inch of space.

Several streams of immensely powerful vital energy violently collided and intertwined thousands of meters in the air. The terrifying energy fluctuations instantly reduced everything within a radius of dozens of miles to ashes! Towering ancient trees that once reached the sky vanished, leaving only broken branches and fallen leaves strewn across the ground. A rushing river, several feet long, dried up, leaving only jagged rocks in its center. Even towering hills hundreds of meters high were flattened to a low mound by the fierce battle between these powerful warriors.

Fortunately, numerous cultivators from various factions swiftly evacuated the perilous area, avoiding the full force of this catastrophe. However, those independent cultivators who remained on the surface, hoping to take advantage of the situation, were not so lucky. Witnessing the devastating scene before their eyes, they sought to flee, but it was too late. Faced with this horrific catastrophe, they were as insignificant as ants, devoured in the raging flames in the blink of an eye, dissipating into wisps of smoke. Even cultivators who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage could not escape such terrifying power.

Recalling the entire month spent in the Qingmu Secret Realm, despite the dangers lurking on every side, only a third of the over ten thousand Qi Refining Stage cultivators were ultimately lost. Compared to the devastating consequences of this brutal battle, the previous dangers were simply not worth mentioning.

In this soul-stirring, earth-shaking battle between Jindan cultivators, the ferocity of the battle was beyond imagination! Shockingly, this fierce battle resulted in the loss of over half of the cultivators outside of the seven major factions! Some smaller factions, seeing the situation dire, wisely chose to withdraw to preserve their strength. However, the remaining cultivators from smaller factions and numerous independent cultivators were not so fortunate. Almost all of them perished, becoming victims of this brutal war.

You must know that a battle between Jindan cultivators is no joke! Once unleashed with all their might, the force can be devastating. Areas tens or even hundreds of miles in radius could be razed to the ground by their fierce clashes, reduced to desolate ruins. For this reason, Jindan cultivators typically refrain from engaging in combat, as the devastation such a battle would cause is simply too great. Only when pushed to the limit, when their bottom line is reached, will they engage in a desperate, life-or-death struggle.

At this moment, seven powerful warriors in mid-air were locked in a fierce battle. Dongfang Yishan, his cultivation was unfathomable, and the magic weapon he wielded was of the highest quality. Unfortunately, two fists were no match for four hands. Facing the combined attack of the other six, even his immense power was gradually wearing him down, unable to withstand. His body was covered in wounds, his clothes stained red with blood. He was clearly at the end of his strength, his defeat evident.