The second elder and the third elder both looked at the first elder. The first elder was a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, so perhaps he had seen something just now.
The Great Elder also shook his head slightly. He didn't use his full strength to scan the area with his spiritual sense just now, as that would definitely alarm Yan San. Therefore, he was unable to detect how Li Yan cast the spell.
He only sensed some invisible air in the basin, and then he saw Li Yan flying back.
"Could it be that the Wuliang Sect's poison methods have reached such an unpredictable level?"
The Third Elder's voice of disbelief appeared in the minds of the First Elder and the Second Elder. She was also an expert in poisoning, and she knew she couldn't do it so lightly.
"I hope he is not playing tricks, or thinking that the poison he cast can really deal with wind beasts, but only cares about making it invisible and colorless, but it is of no practical use!"
The second elder also said in disbelief...
An hour later, the battle between the two sides broke out again!
"Enemy attack!"
"Defense! Defense!"
Shouts suddenly rang out, filling the front battlefield like a wave.
Dozens of breaths later, the two sides collided with each other with a bang. In an instant, large pieces of blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and shrill roars and screams filled the sky and the earth...
On a defensive line directly north of the wind beast's attack, hundreds of mortal warriors were looking nervously down the hillside.
Soon after the Tianli monks above issued a warning, they were about to be attacked by a large number of "Wind Iron Beasts".
A Ling was only nineteen years old, with a tall figure. Her exposed bronze skin had a smooth texture. She wore tight short armor made of "wind beast" skin that only reached her thighs, making her legs look like they took up almost half of her body.
She held a shield in one hand and a hook-scythe spear in the other, her body leaning forward and half-bending. Her black hair had long since turned into short, ink-black hair like a man's.
Her body leaned forward, making her breasts look extremely full in her tight clothes and short armor. Some sweat was flowing down her neck into the ravines...
A Ling knew that after the monk in the air issued a warning, within twenty-five breaths at most, those surging "wind iron beasts" would turn the bend below and rush straight up the mountain.
This is also one of the reasons why they chose to defend here, to prevent the "Wind Iron Beast" from rushing out of the basin and running straight uphill.
On the road over there, monks from the tribe have set up a chain of formations, the purpose of which is to prevent the "Wind Iron Beast" from rushing forward in a straight line.
Therefore, after the "Wind Iron Beasts" rushed out of the basin and arrived here, they had to turn a bend in the mountain, which instantly destroyed their sprinting power. If they wanted to rush up the hillside, they would need to accumulate strength again, and their momentum would also be reduced.
Due to years of war, and the need to continuously strengthen the rear defense in the southeast, east, north, and northwest, it is impossible to deploy a large number of formations here.
"Eight, nine, ten..."
Crystal beads of sweat kept dripping from A Ling's smooth forehead. She stared at the bottom, while silently calculating the time in her heart.
She has been fighting against wind beasts for three years. Anyone who can survive three years here is a veteran, because human life on the battlefield is worthless and death is too quick.
Normally, members of the tribe would have to go to the battlefield when they turned fifteen. Because Aling was a girl, her time was delayed by a few months, but she still ended up entering this purgatory of mixed blood and flesh.
A Ling practiced the simplified version of "Qiongqi Purgatory Technique" very hard and gained tremendous power, which made her rank among the top in combat power among ordinary mortal warriors.
In the past three years, except for a short rest every three days, Aling has experienced countless battles, big and small. She has lost count of how many times she almost died.
But thanks to the desperate efforts of her companions, she survived.
After practicing the "Qiongqi Purgatory Technique", even if it is simplified for mortals to use, it is still a thing of the immortals. Therefore, the scars left on the bodies of the Tianli people who practice this technique will slowly disappear.
Ah Ling was on full alert, her golden wheat-colored skin was so tense that her thin strips of muscle appeared and disappeared with her breathing, like a female leopard waiting for prey.
"Eighteen, nineteen..."
At this moment, Ah Ling's eyes showed some doubt. In the past, after the sky monk gave a warning, the earth could be heard rumbling and shaking about ten breaths later, and it would become more and more intense.
In about fifteen breaths, the wind beasts will turn the corner at the foot of the mountain and appear in their sight...
But today there has been no movement. Other places around have been shaken by the earth and mountains, with shouts and screams everywhere, but the expected "Wind Iron Beast" has still not appeared here.
At the beginning of the tenth breath, the ground was already shaking because of the interference from other warring parties nearby, so A Ling and the others did not feel much wrong.
After twenty breaths, there was still no sign of any "wind iron beast" appearing below...
After thirty breaths, many of these hundreds of mortal warriors began to stand up straight and began to look downwards, as if this would broaden their vision.
A Ling and the other team leaders didn't know what was going on and started communicating with each other through eye contact. At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the sky.
"The wind beasts attacking you seem to be stuck in the basin and can't get out. Do not leave your post without permission and wait for orders! Line up six team leaders and climb onto the beacon tower!"
A monk was floating in the air, looking into the distance with a strange expression on his face. He was the monk responsible for the vigilance and early warning in this direction.
After hearing the order from the monks above, hundreds of mortal warriors of the Tianli tribe below all showed surprised expressions. What did it mean to be trapped in a basin? They knew that basin very well. It was not a swamp or a river...
However, the shouting and screaming around them was earth-shaking, and they could not speak casually, for fear that any urgent orders might be conveyed between the captains of the teams, which they might accidentally ignore.
They could only hold sharp blades and shields and look at each other in surprise.
Hundreds of soldiers are divided into teams of about ten people, so that they can quickly form a small team and cooperate with each other more quickly and sharply.
Soon, six team captains came out from below. These six people were the result of tacit understanding among the captains of the teams below.
They knew who was the veteran captain here, and they could basically decide who would step out with just a glance.
A Ling was also among them. After instructing their deputy captains, the six of them jumped quickly in the mountains like monkeys and antelopes, like bullets falling and bouncing in the mountain stream.
Soon, A Ling and the others arrived at a beacon tower high up on the mountain, where a monk was standing with his hands behind his back, looking in a certain direction.
This is not the first time that A Ling has come to the beacon tower. This is usually the place where the monks discuss military matters with them.
Although the monks are powerful, they are not the strongest in the world in this kind of large-scale battle, so they still need to rely on mortal warriors to resist together.
Many deployments of combat power and deployment of troops still need to be discussed with the strong among mortals to form a complete coordination of forces and time. This is also an important reason why the Tianli tribe has always stood firm. Others are just immortals and mortals have different paths, and in the Tianli tribe, the immortal cultivators are only the strongest warriors in the tribe, and ordinary mortals are just not as strong as them.
"Look there!!"
When the monk saw A Ling and six others coming up, he pointed in a direction below.
A Ling and the others looked up and saw that the place the monk was pointing at was a basin.
Although A Ling and the others had no spiritual awareness, this basin was only about ten miles away from them.
With their eagle-like eyesight and in such clear weather, they could roughly see the situation there without any obstruction.
A Ling saw smoke and dust rising in the basin, and dark "wind iron beasts" were constantly entering from the gap in the valley on the other side and rushing forward. However, they often only ran a short distance before their limbs went limp and they fell down.
Either they were driven by huge inertia, causing their bodies to continue rolling forward after falling to the ground, or they were trampled under the feet of more "Wind Iron Beasts" that came later. The basin was already filled with flying bones and flesh, and a river of blood.
These "wind iron beasts" were basically unintelligent. Once they smelled blood, they became even more ferocious, smashing the corpses in front of them into pieces, and they themselves fell to the ground the next moment...
For a moment, the entire basin was filled with smoke and dust, and there were constant howling sounds, but none of the "Wind Iron Beasts" could get across half of the basin, and they fell to the ground.
Even though they were so far away, A Ling and the others could still hear the roars coming out...
“Look!”
Just when A Ling and the others were stunned and didn't know what was going on, one of the team leaders suddenly pointed to the sky above the basin.
Several people looked up quickly and saw more than ten huge "wind geese beasts" flying towards there rapidly. Obviously, the wind beasts in other attack directions had also discovered the abnormality there.
The "Wind Iron Beasts" that entered the basin were unable to send back any messages and died inside, while those "Wind Iron Beasts" that had not yet developed any intelligence blocked the entrance to the valley amidst the noise.
Then, several "Wind Goose Beasts" flew over the basin, and just when A Ling and the others saw those "Wind Goose Beasts" flying over the basin.
Mudi, without any warning, the huge "wind geese beasts" plunged to the ground like kites with their strings cut, and then there was no sound...
"Hiss! Did you get any orders to set up an ambush in the basin?"
The cultivator on the beacon tower withdrew his shocked gaze. He seldom saw such a scene of large numbers of wind beasts dying instantly. It was just like killing a group of ants with one foot.
The scene of a group of wind beasts dying in a few breaths was too shocking. For a moment, the cultivator wondered if he had taken a rest yesterday. Was there any news that was not conveyed to him in time?
Although A Ling and the others could not see as clearly as the monks, they could still see the results clearly. They opened their mouths in shock and felt dizzy.
"When did it become so easy to kill wind beasts..."
A squad leader murmured.
"Is this just a waste of time? They killed so many wind beasts at once. Did they use all the voodoo in their tribe?"
A Ling was also shocked when she heard another older captain say this.
The captain had more experience, had fought in more battles, and knew more.
This person once saw the monks in his tribe use voodoo to attack wind beasts, and he was so excited that he almost died afterwards.
But what followed was that he loudly questioned the monk in the air, why did he have such a powerful method that allowed him to kill hundreds of wind beasts with almost no casualties on his side, why didn't he use it before
And if they were asked to use their flesh and blood to resist, wouldn't they be considered human beings? The answer he got was a bitter smile from the monk.
“You know that this is the only time we have used up all the voodoo that our clan has refined over the past three hundred years. The voodoo used to deal with wind beasts must be the most potent.
And they also need to be deployed in several defensive directions in the rear. Although there are still some in the clan, they can only be used at critical moments..."
And today, the team leader saw a scene even crazier than last time.
In the past, after being poisoned, those wind beasts still had fighting power for a short period of time, so when he questioned the monk, he said, "There were almost no deaths on my side..."
However, the wind beast in front of them died in just a few breaths. As far as this wave of attacks was concerned, at least no one was injured for now!
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On a mountain peak in the back, the elders did not show any surprise, but their eyes were full of surprise. The three elders clapped their snow-white jade hands and praised each other repeatedly.
"It is indeed the famous Wuliang Sect. Fellow Daoist Li's methods really opened our eyes. With such a strong poison, can Fellow Daoist really set up an entire line of defense?"
At this moment, they no longer had any doubts about the toxicity of the poison Li Yan took out, but they still didn't believe that Li Yan would carry so many poison pills and venom with him. That would have to be enough to last for three months.
"I happen to have brought some materials with me this time, so there shouldn't be any problem!" Li Yan said calmly.
At this moment, the great elder's old voice suddenly sounded in Li Yan's heart.
"Fellow Daoist Li turned out to be the third Zhu Luan and Mo Gu. I am fortunate enough to see them with my own eyes today. It is truly a great honor!"
After hearing this, Li Yan glanced at the great elder who was looking at him with a smile.
"Sure enough, someone recognized it!"
The Nascent Soul cultivators on each continent do not necessarily know about the high-level cultivators on other continents, but the Wild Moon Continent and the Wind God Continent are relatively close, so among the high-level cultivators, there are still people who know some things on the other continent.
Just like this great elder, he had once been to the Desolate Moon Continent when the great priest was guarding it, and he knew something about the high-level cultivators of the four major sects at that time.
What Zhu Luan and Mo Gu were famous for in the Wild Moon Continent was no secret among the high-level cultivators.
Among the elders of the Tianli tribe, there is one who knows the situation of the Wangliang Sect, and that is Gong Shanhe. Because of Gong Chenying, he has also been to the Wild Moon Continent several times.
Although the third elder had previously conveyed the message to the first elder, describing the situation that Gong Chenying had mentioned.
However, after seeing with his own eyes the fierce toxicity of the poisons in the basin, the Great Elder thought about how he had not been able to see through Li Yan's method of poisoning before, and immediately thought of a possibility.
The Great Elder saw the look Li Yan gave him, and although the other party did not respond, it was undoubtedly a tacit agreement.