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The moment Feng Jingchen and Zhong Lixiu were teleported to the Demonic Tide battlefield, the thick smell of gunpowder and the tense atmosphere of battle surged over them like a surging tide. Chaos reigned all around, the sky shrouded in thick, dark clouds, like a massive black curtain weighing down overhead. The clouds were so low they seemed almost palpable, suffocating the breath. A howling wind whistled across the battlefield, sending whirring sand and boulders flying. The sound resembled the howling of ghosts and wolves, mingled with the roars of demons. The sound seemed to rend the very fabric of the world, jarring the ears and making the very soul tremble in the clamor.

On the ground, the charred earth was dry and cracked, with wisps of black mist emerging from the cracks from time to time, emitting a pungent stench, as if it were the painful groans of this cursed land, or the breath from hell, making people's stomachs churn.

The black demonic tide surged like a raging tsunami, sweeping over the land. The monsters, with their claws and fangs bared, took on a variety of forms. Some were as massive as small hills, their muscles bulging. Every step they took caused a tremor that seemed to shake the very earth. Their stout limbs were like iron pillars, and each fall created a deep pit, sending up a cloud of dust. Their bodies were covered in scales as hard as iron, gleaming with an eerie luster in the dim light. The edges of their scales were sharp as knives, radiating a cold gleam. Their eyes were like two flaming balls of fire, filled with evil and madness. Wherever they looked, they chilled the heart.

Others were small, nimble, ghostly, and lightning-fast, weaving through the crowds, making them impossible to guard against. Their bodies were small, yet incredibly agile, their limbs slender yet powerful, their claws sharp as knives, slicing streaks of cold light through the air. Their eyes flashed with cunning, and their mouths dripped green slime, emitting a sickening odor. Their roars seemed to tear the world apart, jarring the ears, filled with evil and madness.

"Senior Brother, where are we now?" Zhongli Xiu looked at the scene in front of him in surprise. How could it be so similar to the demonic tide described by his elders?

Feng Jingchen wore a silver-white robe, his sleeves fluttering like moonlight on earth, exuding an otherworldly, cool aura. His long, cascading hair swayed in the wind, like a flowing galaxy, each strand imbued with a spirited aura. "We may have been transported by the illusion to the battlefield of a demonic tide. There's no time to dwell on it. The illusion seems to have assigned me the role of commander."

His stern face was like carved marble, with sharp edges and corners. His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples. His eyes were deep and bright, revealing a resolute and calm expression, as if this chaotic battlefield was but a piece of music that needed to be meticulously performed. He held a flute in his hand. The flute was slender and crystal-clear, like a peerless treasure. In the sunlight, it shimmered with a mysterious luster and emitted a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Seeing that a demonic tide was about to break through a formation, he hurriedly said: "Everyone pay attention to defense and maintain formation!" Feng Jingchen quickly adapted to his identity and had no time to confirm the status with Zhongli Xiu. His cold voice rang out on the battlefield. Although it was not loud, it carried a reassuring power.

He stood with his legs slightly apart, unmoving like a pine tree rooted in the earth. He slowly poured spiritual energy into the flute, and it instantly blazed with dazzling light, like sharp laser beams, instantly shooting towards the group of monsters charging ahead.

Wherever the light reached, the air seemed to be cut apart, making a hissing sound, as if the space was torn apart, and the air was filled with a burnt smell.

Feng Jingchen's eyes were focused and firm, staring at the monster in front of him. His brows were slightly furrowed, and as the sound of the Xiao sounded, his lips trembled slightly, as if he was having a mysterious communication with the Xiao.

After being struck, the monsters erupted in black blood mist, and they fell down screaming. The blood mist filled the air, emitting a pungent smell. The blood mist mixed with the smoke from the battlefield, forming an eerie dark red mist that enveloped the battlefield.

At the same time, Feng Jingchen used the Spirit Control Technique, and the surrounding natural elements seemed to be summoned by him and gathered together. This was a technique he had developed by combining the Spirit Control Technique of his master uncle. If spirit beasts could be called spirits, then spirit essence could be the same!

Feng Jingchen's technique took effect. A whirlwind of wind formed around him, sweeping up sand and rocks, rushing towards the monsters and slowing their movements. The sand and rocks in the wind struck the monsters like bullets, making a crackling sound and leaving small pits on their skin. Some were even bleeding profusely.

Sand and stones swirled and danced in the wind, some as big as fists, others as tiny as grains of rice. They struck the monster with a powerful force. Feng Jingchen waved his arm gently, as if conducting an invisible concert, and the wind grew stronger with his gesture.

Water ectoplasm condensed in the air into sharp icy spikes, raining down upon the monsters. The icy ectoplasm pierced their bodies, instantly freezing them and rendering their movements rigid. A thick layer of frost coated the frozen monsters, gleaming with a cold light in the dim light, their bodies seemingly trapped within the ice, unable to move. The icy spikes were crystal clear, each one carrying a piercing chill that seemed to freeze the very air as they fell. Feng Jingchen's fingertips gently danced on the jade flute, each note triggering a transformation in the water ectoplasm.

A transparent shield formed before him, shimmering with mysterious runes. These runes moved like living creatures, constantly absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy and repelling the monster's attacks time and again. When the monster's attacks collided with the shield, they sent forth ripples of golden light, like rippling water, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding dark red mist.

Feng Jingchen remained calm and composed. Even when faced with a flood of monsters, there was no panic in his eyes. He focused on practicing his technique, as if everything was under control. However, the immense exertion still left a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and a few strands of hair stuck to his cheek. His posture remained upright, abandoning the energy-wasting sound technique. The sword in his hand formed a beautiful sword flower, transforming into a sharp sword. The power of the Taiyi Wuliang Jue was fully realized after years of practice.

The fellow Taoists who were participating in resisting the demonic tide were instantly boosted in morale when they saw such a novel and powerful technique. Many cultivators shouted, "We must restore order to the Dongxu Realm." Then they charged forward in one go.

"Come on!"

"Kill!"

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

"If one of me dies, there will be thousands and thousands of me standing up!"

...and similar shouts rang out one after another on the battlefield.

Standing nearby, Zhongli Xiu, dressed in a sapphire-blue robe resembling the depths of the ocean, exudes vitality and mystery, conveying a sense of depth and power. His long hair, tied back, flutters freely with his movements, highlighting his passionate and lively personality. His handsome face brims with youthful energy, his eyes bright and blazing like burning stars, revealing a thirst for battle and excitement.

He held a long sword, the blade flashing with cold light, and a dazzling gem was inlaid on the hilt. The gem contained powerful power and gleamed brightly in the sun, just like the fire of battle burning in his eyes, hot and bright. He shouted, "Senior brother, I'm going!" and jumped into the battlefield.

"Haha, come on, you ugly guys!" Zhongli Xiu shouted with laughter. His laughter was full of desire for battle and contempt for monsters, as if this fierce battlefield was just a fun challenge to him.

He jumped high, pushed the ground with his legs, and rushed into the air like an arrow. A strong blue light burst out from his body, and the light spread around like a surging wave. Wherever the light reached, the ground trembled slightly. The monsters that approached were shocked by the light and retreated one after another, as if they were pushed away by a powerful force. Their bodies staggered to this and that, and some even fell to the ground.

A confident smile graced Zhongli Xiu's face, his eyes brimming with battle enthusiasm. He swung his sword downwards, a powerful force radiating like a rainbow piercing the sun. A dragon-like shadow etched itself vividly within the energy, charging at the horde of monsters with bared fangs and claws. Wherever it struck, a deep gully was carved into the ground, sending boulders of earth and rocks flying as if the very earth itself had been shaken by the blow.

The monsters were instantly cut in half by this powerful force, their blood splattering everywhere, their limbs scattered everywhere, like a bloody scroll unfolding on the battlefield. The blood spilled onto the charred earth, instantly seeping into it, forming patches of dark red spots, as if the earth were weeping.

Zhongli Xiu was full of passion and vitality in the battle. He always had a confident smile on his face. Every time he swung his sword, it was full of strength and determination. He seemed tireless and was fully committed to pouring his blood on the battlefield.

His breathing was slightly rapid and his cheeks were slightly flushed with excitement, but his eyes became more determined and he swung the sword in his hand more vigorously.

Zhongli Xiu's own natal spirit sword perfectly suited his fighting style, allowing him to rapidly transform its form during battle. He muttered something, and blue runes flashed through his hand. After the runes merged into the sword, the blade instantly split into countless tiny blades, which shot towards the surrounding monsters like hidden weapons.

These blades, brimming with blue arcs of electricity, crackled and stabbed the monsters. Upon striking them, they trembled, unable to move, and billowed with black smoke and a pungent, burnt smell. Some monsters convulsed, their eyes bulging, and whimpering in agony.

The blade flickered blue in the air, like a swarm of blue fireflies, swiftly and deadly hurtling towards the monster. Zhongli Xiu's wrist twirled rapidly, the longsword in his hand shifting into various forms like a nimble dancer. Sometimes, he would plunge the sword into the ground, and streaks of blue light would suddenly appear. These streaks spread rapidly, trapping the surrounding monsters like a net, and then a burst of light would burst forth, sending them flying. The monsters' bodies shattered, their limbs scattered everywhere, raising a cloud of dust. Mixed with the dust were the monster's flesh and blood, creating a bloody and horrific scene.

The patterns of light on the ground resembled mysterious totems, shimmering with uncanny power. They expanded continuously, enveloping the monsters. Zhongli Xiu's eyes were focused and sharp. He closely followed the monsters' movements, each movement imbued with power and rhythm.

"Well done!"

"So amazing! I wonder which sect this disciple is from."

"If I had such magical powers, how could I not be able to save my old friend... Alas."

...There were countless words of praise like this. The attack of the demon tide seemed to be difficult with the addition of these two people, and it was difficult to penetrate at all.

Throughout the battle, Feng Jingchen and Zhongli Xiu collaborated with perfect chemistry. Feng Jingchen used his flute to distract the monsters from their ranged attacks, creating opportunities for Zhongli Xiu to close in on them. His flute music, like a stirring war song, its rhythm brisk and powerful, buoyed morale and filled his comrades with strength and courage.

The clear and melodious sound of the flute echoed through the clamor of the battlefield, like a stream of pure water flowing through the hearts of the crowd, dispelling fear and exhaustion. Simultaneously, the sound of the flute disturbed the minds of the monsters. Upon hearing the flute, the monsters' movements slowed, their eyes filled with confusion and fear.

Some of them spun in circles, while others collided with each other, seemingly losing their sense of direction. Whenever the monsters tried to break through the defenses and charge towards the disciples behind, Feng Jingchen's flute music would transform into invisible barriers, shimmering with silver light, like the twinkling stars, beautiful and mysterious.

Lights intertwined into a web, blocking the monsters. Monsters that collided with the barrier were repelled and fell to the ground. The dust on the ground was kicked up by the monsters, forming clouds of smoke. During the battle, Feng Jingchen sometimes cast spells with a focused gaze, and sometimes looked at Zhongli Xiu with trust and tacit understanding in his eyes. His movements were graceful and calm, and every note seemed to contain endless power.

His fingers danced nimbly across the flute, as if playing a movement of life, each melody filled with vitality and power. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he was savoring every moment of the battle. His eyes revealed a confidence and composure that captivated everyone.

Zhongli Xiu, relying on his dragon-like physique-enhanced agility and powerful attacking power, tore through the monster horde. Like a valiant lion, he charged into the enemy ranks, crushing monsters wherever he went. His movements were swift and sharp, leaping to dodge the monsters' attacks, his body tumbling lightly through the air like a nimble bird, avoiding the monsters' sharp claws and fangs.

His keen eyesight constantly monitored the monsters' movements, allowing him to execute precise evasions at crucial moments. He would swiftly weave through the hordes of monsters, his sword wielding like a flash of blue lightning. Each strike evoked a swirl of blue light and shadow, imbued with a powerful force that made it impossible for the monsters to resist. His coordination with Feng Jingchen was seamless, a glance, a gesture evoking a tacit understanding between them, as if they were telepathically connected.

When Feng Jingchen's flute twanged, Zhongli Xiuhui seized the opportunity, charging at the commanding monsters, distracted by the sound, and inflicting a fatal blow. His sword pierced the monsters' bodies, blood gushing out and splattering on his royal blue robes. He paid no heed, his eyes filled with hatred for the demonic tide.

His expression was firm and resolute, each attack brimming with power and determination. When Zhongli Xiu was surrounded by monsters, Feng Jingchen would promptly use Xiao's attacks to free him. Blades of sword energy shot through the monsters surrounding Zhongli Xiu, clearing a path for him. The sword energy streaked across the dark sky, leaving white streaks in its wake, like fleeting twilight, illuminating the path Zhongli Xiu was on.

Zhongli Xiu was filled with energy and fighting spirit during the battle, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Every kill brought him greater excitement. His movements were fluid and powerful, as if he were one with the sword in his hand, and he moved among the monsters like a fish in water. He occasionally let out shouts, as if announcing his strength to the monsters. His figure on the battlefield was like a shining star, attracting everyone's attention.