The combatants at the pool did not notice another group of cultivators appearing in the nearby forest.
There were more than ten of them, shrouded in a layer of gray.
One could vaguely make out a group of cultivators dressed in white robes and tall hats. Their faces were ashen, deathly pale, and devoid of any expression. Each of them held a bronze bell, ringing it with every step they took.
Although their movements were slow, each ring of the bell propelled them forward by two to three zhang.
Strangely, these cultivators were also carrying a massive bronze coffin. A young man in white robes, seemingly the leader, sat atop a pitch-black ghost-headed mourning staff, slowly flying forward.
He also held a bright red oiled paper umbrella, occasionally emitting eerie wails.
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In the pool, the cultivators fought fiercely.
Zhang Ling expressionlessly cast the Phantom Sword Art, conjuring six yellow sword shadows to trap his opponent's strange blade-like magical weapon, continuously striking it.
His flying sword, imbued with a ray of spiritual light, pierced directly towards his opponent.
The demonic alien condensed black energy around his body, forming a black light barrier in front of him, blocking the attack.
This person was at the same Foundation Establishment Stage as him, so Zhang Ling did not find the fight strenuous.
Seemingly evenly matched, he was actually only using seventy percent of his strength, occasionally glancing at other battle groups.
Although they had deployed fifteen Foundation Establishment cultivators, plus the few originally stationed here, their numbers were around twenty-three.
Their numbers were roughly equal to those of the demonic aliens, but upon closer inspection, his heart sank.
Although the battles were all between Foundation Establishment cultivators, the demonic aliens had four at the late Foundation Establishment stage, while they only had three.
Two of them were reinforcements from their group of fifteen, one being the old man Bai Heyu, and the other a rogue cultivator named Zhong Ze. The remaining one was the bearded man originally stationed at Clear Moon Pool.
At this moment, Bai Heyu and Kui Gang from the Giant Demon Sect were jointly battling two late Foundation Establishment demonic aliens.
Surprisingly, Kui Gang, despite only having mid-Foundation Establishment strength, was emitting a layer of yellow light.
Whether he was using a secret technique or his cultivation method was special.
As the yellow light gathered around Kui Gang, his figure suddenly grew taller, his muscles bulging, and he charged straight towards the two demonic aliens with two short clubs in his hands.
Three scarlet flags surrounded him, forming a protective barrier. These were the old man Bai Heyu's magical artifacts.
The two of them, with Kui Gang as the attacker and the old man as support, Kui Gang's aura was no less than that of a late-stage cultivator.
He did not unleash the short clubs, but held them in his hands, swinging them left and right, deflecting the incoming magical artifacts one by one. His speed was also not slow as he charged towards the enemies.
The two of them, one attacking and one defending, left the two demonic aliens at a loss. It seemed that he was cultivating a body refinement technique.
Their opponents were a man and a woman in gray robes, wielding three powerful magical artifacts, constantly attacking Kui Gang, but for a time, they were chased around by Kui Gang.
In another battle, rogue cultivator Zhong Ze faced another cultivator of the same level alone. Ice cones and fireballs flew wildly, and they fought evenly.
But the bearded man was at a disadvantage, suppressed by two late Foundation Establishment demonic aliens, barely able to protect his life.
The situation of the other cultivators was also not optimistic. But at this moment, the most intense battle in the field was not among these late Foundation Establishment cultivators.
But rather three demonic aliens, these three were dressed similarly, back to back, all with mid-stage cultivation. Their magical artifacts were all green banners, with wind swirling on them, forming a small tornado protecting the three of them.
Surrounding these three and attacking them were four rogue cultivators who had come to help, each driving their magical artifacts to attack.
But at this moment, something shocking happened!
The three demonic aliens stood in place, activating their hand seals, and simultaneously raised the green banners in their hands. The three identical banners merged above their heads, transforming into a giant green banner three zhang tall.
As soon as this magical artifact appeared, a green light flashed on the banner, forming three watermelon-sized wind spheres on the flag surface. Then the wind spheres instantly elongated and thinned, creating three giant wind blades.
As soon as the wind blades formed, they swayed slightly, emitting a soft鸣声, and flashed, slashing out in all directions at an extremely fast speed.
The four rogue cultivators who were besieging them knew something was wrong when they saw this, and hurriedly activated their protective magical artifacts and moved to the side.
The wind blades were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they flew over aggressively.
It was seen that whether it was magical artifacts or spiritual light shields, they were immediately split in two upon contact with the wind blades and destroyed.
The wind blade's attack was sharp, and the faces of the nearby cultivators were as pale as snow! Then there were several screams, and the four rogue cultivators suffered casualties.
One was directly cut in half along with his magical artifact by a wind blade, and another only had time to jump up, but his legs were cut off at the roots, and he fell to the ground wailing constantly.
Of the remaining two, one's right arm was missing, and his face was pale. Only a short old man, seeing that the situation was not good, rolled on the spot, and the wind blade brushed past his scalp.
After the wind blade attack, a fireball flashed and killed the rogue cultivator who was wailing on the ground. The rogue cultivator with the severed arm and the old man hurriedly suppressed the fear in their hearts and fled to the side.
The three demonic aliens did not pursue, but re-controlled the giant green banner, condensing three more wind blades, and rushed towards another battlefield.
In the blink of an eye, two more cultivators were killed by the wind blades. At this time, the nearby cultivators naturally noticed the strength of these three.
Zhang Ling was also shocked, if no one stopped these three, then they would be defeated in an instant. While observing the surroundings, he commanded the flying sword to entangle with the opponent's gray strange blade magical artifact.
This kind of absent-minded attitude naturally angered his opponent. The demonic alien who was fighting him had a gloomy face, a fierce look flashed, and a white porcelain bowl was taken in his hand.
As soon as this magical artifact was sacrificed, it swelled into a sea bowl three or four feet in size against the wind. A stream of water gushed out.
Then, two water snakes as thick as buckets rushed out of the bowl, pouncing on him fiercely.
Although Zhang Ling was a little distracted, how could he not notice such a big movement.
Seeing this, he shook his wrist, and a ten-foot-long white light shot out, and a white bone claw appeared in the air with a flash. The attack power of this magical artifact was still above his flying sword.
The sharp claws on the white bone claw merged, forming a bone spur like a cone, and after impacting left and right a few times, it pierced through the attacking water snake.
Water splashed everywhere, and the two thick water snakes dissipated all at once, but the enemy on the opposite side was not flustered, and the bowl-shaped magical artifact trembled, and this time four thick water snakes flew out.
However, under Zhang Ling's urging of the white bone claw to resist, these attacks dissipated before they reached him.
A stalemate was formed again.
Seeing this, Zhang Ling once again released his spiritual consciousness to scan the changes in the battle situation. Both sides suffered casualties on other battlefields.
Only the three demonic aliens who controlled the green giant banner were chasing several fleeing cultivators.
This situation also made his heart sink. He glanced at his two fellow disciples Hao Ming and Tian Jing, they were also in a stalemate with their opponents.
This situation would be unfavorable to them if it continued. Seeing this, a murderous intent flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes.
While controlling the flying sword and the white bone claw to fight the enemy, he changed the hand seals and condensed a yellow light ball the size of a fist in his hand.
He was preparing to use some methods to quickly resolve the enemy.
