After making sure there was no threat for the time being, Li Yan accelerated again.
The only person following behind him was the silent Wu Ye. Seeing that Li Yan's speed slowed down suddenly, his spiritual power surged and he accelerated at the same time, trying to keep up with him closely.
Even when the monks attack in teams, their attacks are very different from those of mortal armies. The distance between two soldiers in a mortal army is often only five or six feet, or even closer.
The monks are fast and have a large attack range, so even when they are moving in formation and approaching the enemy, they will consciously keep a distance of at least fifty feet between themselves and others in front, behind, left and right to avoid being affected by each other.
Even if there are only a hundred or so people, if they spread out horizontally in an instant, they can still make a huge noise.
If they are monks who are good at combined attack, they will maintain the most comfortable attack distance for themselves, a distance of 200 miles.
Both the north and the south were rushing forward. In just five breaths, Li Yan was the first to collide with the other cultivator, like the tip of an arrow, surrounded by enemies on three sides.
Before these monks had time to surround Li Yan, the monks behind Li Yan rushed over like shooting stars. The battle reached its peak in an instant, and the explosion sounds that had just subsided rang out again continuously.
Shouts, curses, screams, and the sound of magic weapons colliding filled the world in an instant.
Balls of red, green, purple or blue light shuttled through the air and would collide with the target in the next moment, making a dull or sharp whistling sound.
Faced with the head-on fight between Li Yan and his men, the twenty or so demon soldiers who were controlling the South China Sea monks five miles behind were a little surprised.
"Does the monk from Fengliang Mountain want to commit suicide?"
Although they were all foundation-building cultivators, the head-on confrontation between more than 300 cultivators from both sides was so powerful that it shook the earth and filled the sky with rosy clouds.
The one who fought with Li Yan was a young monk from the South China Sea. The moment he saw Li Yan and the others, his eyes immediately turned into two pitch-black holes and he immediately fell into madness.
Seeing Li Yan rushing towards him, the cultivator suddenly raised his body and soared into the sky. Li Yan rushed forward, bent his elbow and hit the air with his elbow.
The cultivator in the sky spread his hands like a roc's wings, with golden sharp rays flashing between his hands. He waved his arms, and suddenly his hands turned into a pair of bronze claws of a monster.
The fingers on the scaly hands were like iron hooks, and blue light flickered between the five fingers. He pulled his hands out from his arms, and "zizizizi..." ten blue thin lines broke out of his claws and crisscrossed towards the back of Li Yan's head.
Li Yan below just leaned forward and bent his elbow to hit out, but under the bloodthirsty gaze of the monks in the sky, ten blue lines intertwined with each other, forming a cross-iron net, which instantly cut the back of Li Yan's head.
The aerial monk's mind went into madness, but this state stimulated his bloodthirsty nature even more, and excitement flashed in his eyes.
But before he could feel happy, a figure appeared above his head like a ghost as his body was suspended higher in the air.
It was Li Yan. He had a blank expression on his face and his body sank suddenly downwards. He still used his elbow to strike down, but this time it was from top to bottom, taking advantage of the momentum of his falling body.
With a loud "bang", the excitement in the monk's eyes had not yet disappeared, but his entire head had turned into a cloud of blood mist and exploded in the air.
Li Yan's speed was astonishingly fast, and the tip of his elbow hit the opponent's crown heavily. It was not until this time that the afterimage of Li Yan below slowly disappeared.
After killing his opponent, Li Yan flashed in front of another South China Sea cultivator. He didn't even pay attention to the storage bag on the cultivator's body.
He had been in Fengliang Mountain for some time, so he knew that the storage bags of these South China Sea monks had very few magic weapons and spirit stones, which had almost all been looted by the evil cultivators.
Even if a demon cultivator takes a fancy to a good innate magical weapon, he will have to sacrifice his cultivation level to take it away.
The cultivator just now should be just a physical cultivator, the kind that uses the power of monsters to cultivate. He swallowed the refined monster core and cultivated a method to develop a domineering body similar to that of some monsters.
This body cultivator should be practicing some kind of magic technique of birds of prey and monsters. They usually don't use magic weapons, unless they like a magic weapon, it's an exception.
Li Yan's killing this time was incredibly fast, and he did not give the demon cultivator behind him any chance to react, let alone let the cultivator self-destruct immediately when he saw the situation was not good.
Although the demon cultivators in the rear had already received the order to launch a reckless attack, and had been ordered to fully activate the restrictions on the South China Sea cultivators, they could not let the cultivators self-destruct right away.
What's more, it takes a cultivator a breath or two to mobilize his spiritual power to self-destruct, but it can't be done in an instant.
The demon army has been fighting with the monks of Fengliang Mountain for some time now. The monks of Fengliang Mountain have been extremely alert to this. As long as they are not entangled by the opponent or are not seriously injured, they can still escape from the explosion range.
At the moment when Li Yan was fighting with the opponent, the monks behind him also found their opponents.
Wu Ye followed closely behind Li Yan. When a woman in her thirties was about to surround Li Yan, she was intercepted by him. The originally pretty face of the woman was distorted and her eyes were no longer clear.
Although she was already crazy, her fighting instinct was not lost at all. She sensed the moment when her aura was locked by Wuye.
He quickly put a flute in his hand to his lips, and an invisible sound wave attacked Wuye. Wuye chose this female cultivator because he saw that she had also reached the great perfection realm of false elixir and posed a great threat to his side.
At this time, he didn't care that the other party was a cultivator from the Desolate Moon Continent, a female cultivator, or a cultivator who was restricted by others, and was no different from a murderous puppet. Wuye gently waved the bamboo stick in his hand, and a stick shadow appeared in front of him. With a crisp "ding" sound, a dark light flashed on the light ball of the stick shadow like a poisonous snake, and it was directly swept away.
Wu Ye's speed increased again, and a circle of staff shadows in front of him seemed to be sealed and protected his body.
"Ding ding ding..." A series of sounds rang out continuously, and dark lights were constantly knocked away by the shadow of the stick. At first there was only one sound, but when Wu Ye took the second step, the impact sounds had become continuous and dense like rain.
The sound from the female nun's flute changed from the initially barely audible sobs to a high-pitched whistle in a short period of time.
Wu Ye's forward movement was slightly slowed down. There was a dark light in front of his eyes, and he was forced to stop. At this time, Li Yan had already killed one person and flashed to another person.
There were also a series of sounds of clothes breaking through the air on both sides of Wu Ye, and several figures passed him and pounced towards the crowd on the opposite side.
Seeing Li Yan succeed, someone else surpassed him and rushed forward. Wu Ye frowned, held the staff in one hand, and quietly patted the storage bag on his waist with the other hand. A green shadow rushed out from the side of the staff like lightning.
At this time, he was only about twenty feet away from the female cultivator. The female cultivator opposite was holding a flute in her hand, with spiritual power surging all over her body. Suddenly, her figure shook and she left the spot.
There was a sharp "swoosh" sound, and a long red core passed through the place where the female cultivator had originally stood, but it missed.
Then, a long green snake appeared there, staring at the female cultivator a few feet away with a pair of cold eyes.
With just this short buffer moment, Wu Ye flashed and rushed in front of the female cultivator. Although his body movements were not as good as Li Yan's, they were still top-notch among those of the same level.
Suddenly, the bamboo stick in his hand moved from bottom to top, and hit the female cultivator's lower abdomen. The female cultivator flicked the flute downward, and the stick and flute intersected. With a "bang", the two of them shook, and their cultivation levels were actually about the same.
The female cultivator used this force to float backwards. While floating backwards, she slapped her storage bag, and a fist-sized black earthenware jar appeared behind her.
The black clay pot looked quite ugly, like something a beggar uses to catch rain and quench his thirst, and it was dotted with unknown stains of various colors, like a hairless, shabby dog.
When the black clay jar flew to the back of the female cultivator's head, it was upside down, with the dirty brown mouth facing downward. The spots squirmed, and a foul smell suddenly sprayed diagonally downward, hitting the female cultivator herself.
The moment the stench appeared, the space behind the female cultivator fluctuated, and a long green snake appeared, shaking its head and tail, and it was about to bite down.
In the big mouth, the sharp teeth were only two inches away from the female cultivator's shoulder. But when the stench came out, the long green snake quickly retreated, shaking its head constantly, and it was already a little unstable during the flight.
Neither the female cultivator nor Wu Ye seemed to notice anything. The female cultivator's quick reaction was beyond Wu Ye's expectations.
Just now, from the first time he released the "Green Phosphorus Snake" to attack and being dodged by the opponent, to his sudden close attack, and at the same time commanding the "Green Phosphorus Snake" to launch a hidden sneak attack, all were completed in a breath.
The female cultivator who seemed to have lost her mind actually had such rich combat experience that she was able to break Wuye's three killing moves just by instinct.
This made Wu Ye's plan to quickly deal with his opponent come to nothing.
All the cultivators on Li Yan's side knew that they had to fight with all their strength and end the battle quickly.
Now, firstly, they have no strategic location to defend, and secondly, the number of cultivators has been greatly reduced, so it is almost a two-to-one situation, not to mention that there are quite a few demonic cultivators mixed in.
In a one-on-one fight, they might not be the match of the demon cultivators, so they wanted to kill some of the other cultivators first and take the opportunity to turn the situation around.
In fact, this is already the worst possible strategy. If the other party gives Li Yan and his team a little more time, they can at least deploy a number of small formations at the original position, which can be linked together and used for defense. This is much better than the current battle situation.
But the demon race has too much experience in warfare. They constantly launch invasions on one interface after another. They are simply no match for the comfortable cultivators of the Desolate Moon Continent.
The demon army has made great use of various battle formations for long-range and close-range attacks.
If the "Sky Bomb" had not been too powerful, the aftermath would have caused heavy casualties to the cultivators. If the demon cultivators had not retreated, Li Yan and his companions might not even have had time to fly out of the Gravel Mountain.
However, such a plan of a quick victory can only be imagined, except for people like Li Yan and Gong Yuantai who have fought against the demons and are mentally prepared.
Wu Ye and other cultivators who were fighting against the devil cultivators for the first time had underestimated their expectations. At least they underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Nanhai cultivators who had lost their minds, so most of the cultivators were stuck in a stalemate and fought hard from the beginning.
Under the stimulation of the ban, these South China Sea monks are constantly stimulating their body's potential every moment. At this time, their sensory sensitivity and spiritual power circulation have reached their peak, and they are even more sensitive to external stimuli.
But this situation cannot last long. Every moment they are using their own lifespan to stimulate the opponent. In half an incense stick of time at most, the weaker South China Sea monks will die of old age without being attacked by the opponent.
Even a powerful cultivator would not be able to last more than a stick of incense, but this time is enough to kill or consume the cultivators of Fengliang Mountain.
Without leaves, you have invisibly stepped into a cognitive misunderstanding.