Drip, drip.
Being close to the southern border, Yi Mountain City received ample rainfall. The heavy rain fell, mixing with the blood on the ground, turning the mud into a grayish-red slurry.
A youth with gray-black eyes stared at the city walls. His clothes were tattered, soaked with mud and water, and he stank terribly. Blending in with the other slave soldiers, he was indistinguishable.
"Another hour, and I can leave the city..."
Using his metallic essence to create a rift, Jiang Boqing had sent Jiang Yan to Yi Mountain City in one breath. The old man was in terrible shape, nearly draining Jiang Yan of all his energy to fuel the transport. This extreme exertion nearly depleted Jiang Yan's cultivation, leaving him barely able to recover. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Jiang Yan landed in a slave camp within the city, lying on a corpse where he lay stiffly for a while before slowly recovering. He looked up to see a vast white formation covering the sky, recognizing it as the first city of Jiangnan.
Despite his endless confusion, there was no time to ponder. Barefoot and disoriented, he sat in the camp, his heart full of confusion.
He deceived my father, killed my mother... all to refine the two shamanic talismans in my body... Why does it end like this?!
With Jiang Boqing dead, Jiang Yan felt both sorrow and bewilderment, not daring to think too much. He only knew that if he stayed here, he would be discovered sooner or later.
The great formation in Yi Mountain City was established by an immortal sect and was impossible to break through by force. Jiang Yan had to disguise himself as a slave soldier, waiting in the camp for half a month before encountering a demon beast raid.
"How laughable."
Jiang Yan's gaze swept over the emaciated commoners, immediately discerning the devil gate's intention. Coldly, he thought to himself, This is not defense... it's merely feeding the beasts!
Clang!
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"Ahhhh..."
Jiang Yan mingled with the crowd, only to face the gaping maw of a wolf demon. Its sharp white teeth glinted menacingly as the crazed commoners hurled themselves at it, resulting in a spray of blood and flying debris.
He took a detour, unable to fly now, and had no choice but to sprint. Unexpectedly, the demon seemed to find him interesting, turning to chase after him.
"Damn it!"
Though injured, Jiang Yan was not someone a mere low-level demon could bully. With a simple slap, he had sent the wolf demon staggering. He then flew low to the ground, escaping southward in a sorry state.
Atop Yi Mountain City.
Liu Changdie had already gone down to maintain the grand formation. Li Xuanfeng stood with his bow while Fei Yihe stood silently beside him, watching the approaching beast horde.
The other cultivators either held bows or spears, concentrating and imbuing their weapons with mana which caused them to glow mystically.
These cultivators, lacking any family heritage, either trained in swordsmanship or spear techniques, only developing sword or spear aura to attach to their weapons. Longer reach meant greater strength, so naturally, they chose spears to increase their chances of survival.
At most, they only managed to cultivate sword or spear qi. The latter had a wider range than sword qi, providing them with better chances of survival. Thus, except for a few disciples from prominent clans, most wielded spears.
They stood ready, and behind them were several green-robed cultivators, mostly at the mid to late stage of the Qi Cultivation Realm, standing with their hands behind their backs. All of them were disciples of Azure Pond Sect, overseeing the formation.
Screech!
A distant eagle cried, but it did not dare to approach. On the ground lay several corpses being devoured, likely the result of Li Xuanfeng's archery which had killed several creatures, deterring the rest from advancing.
After a while, a dozen or so demon beasts gathered together and finally mustered the courage to charge toward the city walls in a swarm.
"They are coming!"
Li Xuanfeng drew his bow, and the other cultivators quickly adjusted their formation to protect him at the center. They wielded spears and cast spells to fend off the attacking beasts. Black demonic arts clashed with the cultivators' spells, creating a cacophony of explosions.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
In just a few breaths, golden beams shot out from Li Xuanfeng's bow, each one seemingly sentient, seeking out the beasts' eyes, noses, and mouths with terrifying accuracy. Blood splattered everywhere and fur flew everywhere, prompting the disciples of the Azure Pond Sect to nod approvingly.
One of them whispered to the person beside him, "Senior Brother... without this man, these cultivators would not have lasted this long."
The person in front, who seemed to hold a high position, remained silent, his expression grave as he slowly furrowed his brow.
"Is that... a slave soldier?"
His gaze was fixed on the battlefield below, where amidst the bloody chaos, a slave soldier had slapped a wolf demon away and was fleeing at an incredible speed.
Surrounding demons quickly converged on him, making him highly conspicuous. Realizing he had been exposed, the slave soldier decided to fly, shooting like a meteor toward a distant forest.
The leading Azure Pond Sect disciple sneered, forming a golden beam of light in his hand, ready to release it. However, the disciple who had spoken earlier chuckled, "Senior Brother... why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"
He waved his sleeve and turned to the person below, smiling brightly as he said, "That Li Family archer, shoot that thing down."
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