An unparalleled power erupted like a flood, propelling the spear forward to forcefully pierce the body of a quasi-saint from the allied forces, impaling him directly. Then, both their corpses turned to dust in the self-detonation of his Golden Core.
...
Such scenes were happening at every corner of the battlefield at all times.
This group of Zhou family powerhouses was forced into a desperate situation. However, their fighting spirit, resilience, and unyielding resolve were enough to move people, preferring to be shattered jade rather than intact tiles.
There were only dead Zhou family members, no captured ones.
Within an hour, more than half of the ten thousand besieged Zhou family powerhouses had died or were wounded.
In the Zhou family ancestral land, countless powerhouses gritted their teeth, their livers and gallbladders about to burst, their eyes about to split open.
They wished they could rush out at any moment to rescue their comrades.
However, they did not act impulsively.
This was because they knew that the allied forces of the major sacred lands outnumbered them more than tenfold. The enemy was eager for them to act impulsively, to surround and intercept reinforcements, thus drawing the Zhou family deeper into the quagmire.
In the Zhou family ancestral land, silence was like a dormant volcano, accumulating power infinitely.
They all placed their right hands on their hearts, mourning and bidding farewell to their heroic and moving fellow clansmen.
Just then, a glimmer of hope appeared.
On the battlefield outside the Zhou family ancestral land, groups of reinforcements descended as if from the heavens. Over fifty Saint realm auras bloomed, and they attacked together, directly shattering the Nine Dragon Saint's Nine Dragon Sky Sealing Cover. The reinforcements poured in like a tide, charging into the battlefield.
Instantly, under the torrent of this fresh force, the allied forces led by the Nine Dragon Sacred Land suffered unprecedented blows, being slaughtered one after another. Powerhouses fell like rain.
The twenty-odd allied Saints, who originally held an absolute numerical advantage, now found themselves at a severe disadvantage in terms of numbers.
The situation was immediately reversed.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
Countless powerhouses perished, like fireworks.
"It's the descendants of our Zhou family's Ten Great Saint Generals who have come to rescue us!"
"That's great!"
"A timely arrival indeed."
"Well fought! Don't let a single enemy escape, especially those scoundrels from the Nine Dragon Sacred Land. Don't let any of them get away, we must tear them to pieces!"
The Zhou family ancestral land also erupted in excitement.
"Damn it, how can there be so many reinforcements? Wasn't the Zhou family already at its last gasp?" The Nine Dragon Saint was completely dumbfounded, his heart trembling.
Watching his Nine Dragon Sacred Land's Saints, quasi-Saints, and Golden Core cultivators being slaughtered one by one was like sharp knives meticulously cutting into his heart, causing him to bleed from heartache.
"I understand now! Damn it! Ahhh! The allied forces have betrayed me! Their high command must have known that the Zhou family still had remnants and reinforcements, so they deliberately gave us, the Nine Dragon Sacred Land, the main role in this battle. On the surface, they gave us great credit, but in reality, they wanted to lure out all the Zhou family reinforcements to capture them in one fell swoop. Our Nine Dragon Sacred Land has become a sacrifice!"
"Ah!"
The Nine Dragon Saint was not a fool.
In fact, anyone who could cultivate to the Saint realm was an extraordinary individual with exceptional intelligence and strength. He immediately understood many hidden motives.
But this only made him more furious and more desperate!
"I must escape. As long as this seat can escape alive, the Nine Dragon Sacred Land can still make a comeback. The deaths of others are irrelevant; they are all expendable! Cannon fodder!"
The Nine Dragon Saint looked around, suddenly spotted a direction, and fled madly, even resorting to a secret art that consumed his origin.
However, before he could escape the battlefield, a powerful and peerless figure suddenly appeared in front of him. A brilliant and dazzling sword light slashed towards him. The Nine Dragon Saint's heart was filled with despair, and he felt an unparalleled crisis from the sword light.
"Nine Dragon Roaring Heaven Saint Fist!"
The Nine Dragon Saint gritted his teeth, madly activating his Saint power. It was as if nine true Azure Dragons awakened within his body, power surging. He unleashed the most peak punch of his life, his power sweeping across heaven and earth like a torrent, shattering the sun, moon, and stars. However, before that sword light, it was utterly insufficient. It was easily torn apart. The sword light flashed past, slicing the Nine Dragon Saint's body into a sky full of bloody mist.
The Nine Dragon Saint, a seventh-stage Manifestation Saint, perished!
And with the death of the Nine Dragon Saint, the most powerful figure, the other allied forces lost all will to fight and were slaughtered like a broken, unstoppable force.
In the sky, four figures and the silhouette of a demonic horse stood still in the void, not descending to fight.
They were Ling Fan, Xue Yi, the Great Elder of Zhenmo, Wang Meng, and the demonic horse.
"Saint Ling, don't we need to intervene?" Wang Meng asked.
Ling Fan said slowly, "We don't need to. With ten times the reinforcements, if they can't deal with this small group of enemies, then the Zhou family can surrender and admit defeat early."
The demonic horse said, "Boss, there are still Saints in the sacred lands of Xingzhou. There are really so many. Deploying twenty Saints at once is an unimaginable feat. Moreover, I can feel that there are more and stronger enemies lurking in the distance of the battlefield, observing this place."
Ling Fan nodded, "The prosperity of martial arts in Xingzhou exceeds that of Wuzhou by more than tenfold. Sacred lands and Saints are naturally as numerous as stars."
"The battle is over, let's go down too."
Ling Fan led the way towards the Zhou family ancestral land.
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As the battle concluded, the Zhou family ancestral land opened its gates.
Powerful figures emerged one after another within the Zhou family ancestral land, welcoming these reinforcements.
Within the Zhou family ancestral land, the person temporarily in charge of the overall situation was a powerful Saint at the eighth stage of Manifestation Saint, named Zhou Fusheng.
"I am the current patriarch of the Zhou family, Zhou Fusheng. Thank you all, descendants of the Saint Generals, for your timely assistance during this crisis. Our three ancestors are in seclusion and cannot come out, so I will host you on their behalf. Please forgive me. I apologize for my poor sight; due to being heavily surrounded by the major sacred lands of Xingzhou, communication has been cut off, and I can no longer recognize which Saint General's descendants you are. I ask all descendants of the Saint Generals to introduce yourselves."
Zhou Fusheng said with some shame.
A powerful descendant of a Saint General said, "Patriarch Zhou, there's no need for such formality. If it weren't for the Zhou family's tenacious support and containment of the vast majority of the enemy, we descendants of the Saint Generals would likely have been annihilated long ago."
"I am Fei Xun, a descendant of the Zhou family's Fourth Saint General, the Soul Seizing Saint General, and the current patriarch of the Fei family. I am at the sixth stage of Manifestation Saint, and I am at the Zhou family's disposal!" The Saint General's descendant who spoke earlier bowed deeply to Zhou Fusheng.
"I am Shi Zhuoba, a descendant of the Zhou family's Seventh Saint General, the Earth Shaking Saint General. I have brought all the cultivators above the Condensing Core stage from our lineage, and we are willing to share life and death with the Zhou family!" A burly and robust man with a face as tenacious as if chiseled from stone said with cupped fists.