Chapter 583: Attack Failed
It suddenly turned, its silvery-white dragon body transforming into a streak of light as it swooped down towards the area where the Demon Sect's innate experts were gathered.
"Look! That dragon is coming towards us!" A master of innate cultivation, who was fighting an ice-winged griffin while riding a black-feathered kite, caught a glimpse of the approaching golden giant shadow out of the corner of his eye, and his face turned green.
He pulled hard on the reins, and the black-feathered kite let out a sharp cry, desperately flapping its wings in an attempt to rise higher.
Another innate master standing nearby shuddered and cursed, "Where are the Grandmasters? They've all run off, you bastards!"
"Fuck your ancestors for eight generations! What kind of bullshit Blood Fiend Formation is this? When disaster strikes, everyone will scatter and flee!"
Another disciple of the Innate Realm had a sob in his voice. The black feathered kite beneath him had lost its ability to fly and was screaming as it plummeted downwards.
"Don't push! Don't push! You fucking stepped on my dick!"
The flock of black-feathered kites instantly descended into chaos, their dark wings colliding with each other. The innate masters on their backs scrambled to steady their mounts, cursing their own grandmasters' ancestors for eighteen generations.
Fengxue's speed far surpassed that of Mo Lingyuan; in just a few breaths, it had already rushed into the group of innate masters.
【Dragon Tail Sweep】!
The thick dragon tail swept out with immense force, wiping out the Mo Lingyuan within a fifteen-meter radius, along with the innate master on its back.
Dozens of black-feathered kites scattered and fell like broken kites, the innate masters on their backs screaming as they were thrown off.
【Frosty Breath】!
Fengxue opened its massive maw, unleashing a fan-shaped surge of icy energy that enveloped the entire flock of Mo Ling kites within a hundred meters in front of it.
The frostbite effect was triggered instantly, causing fifty points of health to be lost every second, making those innate masters suffer unbearable pain.
【Dive in mid-air】!
Fengxue folded its wings and swooped down from the sky, its silvery-white dragon body transforming into a streak of light as it crashed into the flock of black-feathered kites.
"No!"
"Help! Grandmaster, save me!"
"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"
Screams, curses, and pleas for mercy mingled together.
In just five minutes, more than two hundred black-feathered kites and the innate masters on their backs were killed, and their black feathers and mangled corpses fell like raindrops.
...
At an altitude of 1,000 meters, the clouds were torn to shreds by the battle between the Celestial Realm experts.
With a flick of his soft sword, Night Shadow unleashed three sword shadows aimed at Jiang Yelan's throat, heart, and right wrist.
Jiang Yelan neither dodged nor evaded, but instead slashed upwards with his Shadow Moon Blade, the blade precisely cutting into the shadows of the swords, leaving a trail of dazzling sparks as it grazed the spine of the blade.
But Nightshade's mind wasn't entirely on this battle.
He would occasionally glance to the side, his light gray pupils sweeping across the battlefield below.
When he saw Lin Feng's figure break through the clouds and confront Chong Shan head-on, his pupils contracted slightly.
"Five Celestial Realm experts..."
A ripple stirred in Nightshade's heart; this nightmare plane actually had five Celestial Realm experts.
He moved his left hand almost imperceptibly, his fingertips touching the signal talisman in his pocket. It was the highest-level retreat signal of the Demonic Sect. Once activated, all sect armies would retreat according to plan.
But his hand stopped because he saw the battle taking place 500 meters in the air.
Although his side had fewer people, the enemy's level 30 and 35 combat power was so weak that he frowned.
Many of those so-called "masters" haven't even awakened a single attribute; they're only slightly stronger than their own peak innate level.
He had fought so many battles in his years of experience, and he had never seen such a weak grandmaster.
"Even with that silver dragon..." Nightshade silently calculated in his mind, "our chances of winning are still over 60%."
So he abandoned the idea of retreating.
But just now, he caught a glimpse of something even more chilling.
Those sect masters, who clearly still had strength left, scattered and fled for their lives out of fear of the silver dragon, leaving the innate disciples and Mo Lingyuan to die under the icy breath.
The way they fled using various movement techniques and martial arts skills resembled a pack of terrified wild dogs.
A hint of anger finally surfaced in Nightshade's light gray pupils.
"waste."
He uttered two words in a low voice, as soft as the wind.
But that anger lasted only a moment before he suppressed it, replaced by an almost cruel calm.
He remembered the control method that he had always suppressed but never used.
That method would allow grandmasters to be fearless of death, but the price would be a slight weakening of their combat power, a loss of rationality, and would also cause panic within the sect. He had always been unwilling to use it, feeling that it would be tantamount to severing his own foundation.
But now, seeing those grandmasters on the battlefield who were only concerned with escaping, his thoughts changed.
They're a bunch of useless trash anyway, so I won't feel bad if they die. Using their lives to hold back the Nightmare Plane is actually making the best use of them.
He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, there was no emotion left.
"If this nightmare dimension really dares to launch a counterattack..." he thought coldly to himself, "then let's use this last resort."
With a sudden flick of his wrist, Ye Ying's soft sword transformed into a gray shadow, forcing Jiang Yelan back.
He ceased fighting, using the momentum to leap backward, his gray robes fluttering, retreating into the distance like a ghost.
"withdraw!"
A scarlet signal flare soared into the sky, exploding into a blood-red firework a thousand meters above the ground.
Jiang Yelan's eyes flashed with a sharp light when he saw the signal flare.
"He wants to run? That's the time to counterattack!"
She recalled Lin Feng's pre-battle plan: if the enemy advanced, avoid their sharp edge; if the enemy retreated, follow them like a shadow, never giving them a chance to breathe!
"Trying to leave? Not so easy!" Jiang Yelan stopped defending, and his Shadow Moon Blade transformed into a rain of light, tightly binding Ye Ying and not giving him a chance to escape.
Li Zhan, Chong Shan, and Zang Hua saw the signal almost simultaneously.
The black straight sword "End of the Road" in Li Zhan's hand emitted a clear and melodious sound. His scarred face was full of resentment. He fiercely forced Zhou Guosheng back with his sword, then turned his head to look at the Night Shadow retreating in the distance, his teeth grinding together.
"Nightshade! You fucking back again! I haven't had enough yet!"
But he knew that military orders were absolute, and with flashes of blood beneath his feet, he retreated towards the outer edge of the battlefield, his figure becoming a long trail of afterimages.
Chongshan was even more direct, sweeping his Broken Stele Sword horizontally, forcing Lin Feng back several meters, and then retreating to the north without a word.
Zanghua gave a soft hum, a hint of regret on her exquisite face. With a flick of her dark red whip, she shattered the spear beams that Jiang Zhaoyue was chasing, and flew backward using the momentum of the whip.
But Jiang Zhaoyue, Zhou Guosheng, and Lin Feng clearly didn't intend for them to leave easily.