Shen Xuan shook his head.
The defensive power of the protective formation originates from the replenishnt of spiritual power from the underground Spirit Vein.
The lack of spiritual power from the underground Spirit Vein greatly reduces the power of the protective formation.
The attack power of the demonic-winged roc sculpture exceeds the defensive limit of the formation, making collapse inevitable.
The sky suddenly darkened.
Countless demonic birds, under the lead of the demonic-winged roc sculpture, charged into Fire Cloud Immortal City.
Screams and cries of despair echoed everywhere.
"Not good, the city is breached, quickly escape!"
"Where to escape! Damn it, why hasn’t the Fire Cloud Sect opened the city gates yet!"
"It’s over, we’re dood this ti!"
The protective city array broke, the demonic birds attacked the city, causing many to tremble in despair.
After all, they were just Qi Cultivation Cultivators.
Completely no match for the demonic birds.
Those who were quick-witted had already run towards the four city gates.
Those who reacted slowly were engulfed by the descending demonic birds before they could even clear their heads.
Su Yajing quickened her pace and arrived at the north city gate.
Here, Ling Yan was leading more than thirty Qi Cultivation Female Cultivators, all Music Immortals and Dance Immortals from the Myriad Flowers Pavilion.
At this mont, they had washed off their make-up, donned short attire, and stood in an orderly manner.
Beside them, an old cultivator with a horse face was smoking a dry cigarette, accompanied by a dozen guards.
The aura emanating from the old cultivator was that of the Late Stage of Foundation Establishnt.
"Everyone’s here. Let’s go!"
Su Yajing commanded.
The city guard opened the city gate.
The people from the Myriad Flowers Pavilion departed in order.
The horse-faced old cultivator, holding his dry cigarette pipe, led the guards to protect the female cultivators of the Myriad Flowers Pavilion in the middle.
The group hurried northward.
In such chaos, a team protected by a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator quickly attracted a large crowd to follow.
Shen Xuan frowned slightly.
This won’t work, too many people, too large a target, making it easier to attract the attention of demonic birds.
As expected, soon hundreds of demonic birds flapped their wings, flying towards them.
Shen Xuan scanned them with his Divine Sense.
Among them, there were quite a few Tier Two demonic birds.
"Scatter and run! Return to your respective sects!"
Su Yajing decisively commanded.
More than thirty female cultivators scattered in a flurry.
The horse-faced old cultivator waved his hand, allowing the guards to escape for their lives.
He stood by Su Yajing’s side.
"Pavilion Master Su, I’ll hold them off for a few breaths, then I must retreat."
"Alright! I’ll lend you a hand."
The swarm of dark demonic birds, like a black cloud, swiftly approached.
The horse-faced old cultivator’s eyes sharpened, taking a deep breath of the dry cigarette, the end of the pipe suddenly glowing.
He swung the pipe forward heavily, and a few dark red embers shot out, expanding wildly in the wind, instantly forming several masses of blazing fire, several zhang in diater, fiercely crashing into the demonic birds.
The few demonic birds at the forefront, unable to dodge, instantly had their feathers scorched, letting out shrill screeches.
The demonic bird formation beca chaotic, their speed montarily paused.
At this mont, Su Yajing uttered a light shout, the Condensed Frost Sword in her hand emitted a clear sword cry, its blade exuding a cold aura, stirring up a bone-chilling gust.
A sharp, condensed, sword light as tangible as steel slashed through the air.
In the wake of the sword light, a white line appeared in the air.
The few demonic birds scorched by the flas were instantly sliced in two by the sword light, their remains falling down.
One fire, one ice, one blocking, one killing, they cooperated seamlessly.
The horse-faced old cultivator turned into a red light, flying away in escape.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, co up, let’s go together!"
Su Yajing summoned a Flying Ship.
She ant well.
Who knew, after Shen Xuan boarded the Flying Ship, seven Tier Two demonic birds relentlessly pursued.
Not long ago, Gong Yajing’s sword strike killed a few injured demonic birds.
Unexpectedly, they held a grudge.
"Three-clawed demon crow, black-faced eagle, green-footed horned sculpture..."
Shen Xuan glanced at them.
These demonic birds, usually fighting with each other, were now united, coming together to attack the Human Race Cultivators.
Strong in attack, fast in speed, and adept at cooperative group hunting.
Many Human Race Cultivators, even those in the Foundation Establishnt Realm, were torn apart within monts once caught in the demonic bird swarm.
Shen Xuan sighed, his heart clogged with anxiety.
He wasn’t afraid of these demonic birds.
However, there must be more powerful figures behind the demonic birds.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be such a coincidence.
Just as True Master Primordial Fire of the Fire Cloud Sect was attempting Nascent Soul Formation, the passage to the Demon Realm opened, and a large number of demonic birds flew out, attacking Fire Cloud Immortal City.
Among them was the demonic-winged roc sculpture, a Tier Three Top Grade demon creature.
Even a Nascent Soul True Monarch would find this creature troubleso.
"Don’t fly high. Descend, head for the river. Later, use Water Escape."
Shen Xuan suggested.
The seven demonic birds split into three groups, with an intention to encircle.
"Alright."
Su Yajing controlled the Flying Ship towards Qian River.
As they neared the riverside.
Shen Xuan, sensing sothing, looked up.
In the high skies, three black lights rushed towards them swiftly.
Trailing behind, were seven escape lights of varying colors, mostly crimson.
"Wait, Pavilion Master Su, stop quickly."
"Not good! Those are True Masters and Demon Lords!"
Su Yajing turned pale, hastily stopping in her tracks.
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