In the distance, a voice sounded somewhat excited. "You damn puppet, you want to block my way? Hey, you half-human, half-ghost creatures, what are you doing hiding behind me?"
It was Bro. Relying on his sharp magic weapon, he instantly killed a South China Sea monk who was at a lower level than him. He was even more excited and acted even faster.
However, he rushed too far forward, and the next moment, he was entangled by two South China Sea monks. The consequence of going deep into the enemy group became apparent, and he ended up being surrounded.
Bro tried several times to break free from the fight between the two South China Sea monks, but he was in danger several times and was almost hit by the enemy's encirclement.
At the same time, several monks from the South China Sea rushed towards him. Fortunately, they were taken over by other monks, but he still looked fearless.
Just as the female cultivator offered up the black earthenware jar, Wu Ye caught a glimpse of the two sides fighting on both sides. He, who was originally rushing in the front, was now fighting in the back.
The monk who rushed past him blocked the enemies in front of him from approaching. For a moment, he was the only one left in this area fighting the enemies.
Wu Ye's face was as gloomy as water. He immediately thrust the bamboo stick in his hand downwards. Although he was in mid-air, the bamboo stick was inserted into the void, as if it was inserted deep into the earth, standing upright in front of Wu Ye.
Wu Ye let out a low shout, put his hands on the bamboo stick, and then rubbed them together fiercely. The bamboo stick immediately spun wildly, instantly creating a column of wind in front of Wu Ye.
The wind column was spinning faster and faster, and getting thicker and thicker, causing sand and rocks to fly everywhere within a radius of nearly a hundred feet. Many monks from both sides who were fighting nearby had their protective spiritual lights flashing as they hurriedly moved out of the way.
But the female cultivator was not so lucky. Wu Ye was originally attacking her, and his force was naturally directed at the female cultivator. The two were very close to each other, and the wind column was already in front of the female cultivator as it spun.
Although the female cultivator had lost her mind, she instinctively felt the threat of death. She did not cast any spells to resist, but stepped into the empty space and tried to leave the area.
At this time, the suction force generated by the wind column in front of her sucked her in and pulled her rapidly into the wind column.
The column of wind spun faster and faster, and the female cultivator felt the breath of death coming from the column of wind. She couldn't help but scream in shock and anger, and a shrill scream that didn't sound like a human voice came out of her mouth.
At the same time, he pointed the flute in his hand to the sky, and the flute stretched instantly. After a "ding" sound, one end of the flute actually poked into the black earthenware jar that was still hanging in the air, and the body of the female official, which was constantly tilting towards the wind column, was immediately nailed in the air.
Wu Ye sneered in his heart when he saw this.
"Although the potential of these monks has exploded under the restriction, there is something wrong with their brains after all. If they directly drive the black jar to attack me at this time, it will definitely affect my spellcasting, and I may be able to escape. But now..."
The female cultivator's hands were shining brightly. She circulated the spiritual power in her body and was about to use the force to escape, but something strange happened again. Suddenly, two tall and thin bamboo hands stretched out from the rotating wind column.
The two bamboo hands were incredibly fast. Before the female cultivator could react, they had already grabbed her by the waist. Driven by the rapid rotation of the wind column, the female cultivator's body was almost instantly lifted up and pulled into a strange, curved and long diagonal shape.
The force was so great that the female cultivator had no time to exert force on the flute in her hand. With a "whoosh" sound, the flute in her hand was pulled several feet longer. Then, her body was wrapped in the rotating wind column.
The entire body of the female cultivator immediately disappeared from sight, leaving only one wrist exposed, still tightly grasping the end of the flute, stopping the rotating column of wind abruptly.
A sharp light flashed in Wu Ye's eyes. He withdrew his hands and rubbed the air fiercely again.
Then a scream was heard from the wind column, and then the wind column that was stopped abruptly made a muffled "buzzing" sound and began to spin violently again.
Outside the wind column, a wrist fell down out of thin air. It was the stump of a hand that was holding one end of a flute, and drops of blood were falling from the broken wrist like raindrops.
After seeing this, Wu Ye pressed the wind column in the air again, and the madly rotating wind column quickly shrank, then turned into a dark blue light and shot into Wu Ye's hand. Wu Ye grabbed it, and it was still a bamboo stick.
There was no trace of the female cultivator and she had completely disappeared from this world.
Wu Ye's chest rose and fell violently several times, and his face was a little flushed. It was obvious that the spell he had just cast had consumed a lot of his energy. It should be one of the secret techniques he was practicing.
As soon as he calmed down, Wu Ye stretched out his hand and took the flute and black earthenware jar, which had lost the control of their owner's spiritual power, into his hands and put them into his storage bag.
Wu Ye swept his spiritual sense and rushed to the other side quickly. He didn't even bother to remove the half limb and wrist on the flute, and put it into the storage bag.
Waste is not a good habit, especially for a casual cultivator. Even half a spirit stone needs to be fought for with one's life.
There was a loud "boom..." in the distance, and a ball of golden light exploded in the sky. The explosion was accompanied by several miserable howls from monks, but the howls were drowned out by the huge sound of the explosion as soon as they started.
There, a huge golden ball of light shot up into the sky, illuminating an area of a hundred feet in radius so brightly that it was impossible to look directly at it. Around the edge of the ball of light, many figures were flying away rapidly.
Those who flew away slowly were already affected by the side waves of the dazzling light column. Then a few screams were heard from afar, and several figures either staggered and continued to fly outwards, or fell directly to the ground.
Three miles away, Li Yan was fighting quickly with three people. Amid the sound of the explosion, he swept his spiritual sense.
"The battle has only lasted for a dozen breaths, and the demon cultivator has already detonated a South Sea cultivator."
In the huge explosion just now, in addition to the Nanhai monk who had already lost his soul, a Fengliangshan monk who was fighting against him also died before he could escape. Accompanying them were two Nanhai monks who were fighting nearby, and a Fengliangshan monk, who also did not escape and went to the reincarnation path together.
This cultivator from the South China Sea should be in the initial stage of foundation building, so he was no match for the cultivator from Fengliang Mountain who was already in the late stage of foundation building. The evil cultivator decisively detonated the restriction.
The self-detonation range of a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building is approximately between one hundred and two hundred feet, so there are quite a few cultivators in the surrounding areas who are affected.
Although most of them relied on defensive talismans or spiritual power shields to withstand the aftermath, there were still a small number of monks whose defenses were shattered, and whose limbs were blown away, or who fell to the ground seriously injured.
Most of these Fengliang Mountain monks had just been recruited. Although they had heard that the evil cultivators would detonate the restrictions, they were still not vigilant enough and forgot about it once they started fighting with the other side.
Unlike those people in Gong Yuantai, when fighting with others, they either take their opponents into the air and move away, or distance themselves from others sideways. They have long been accustomed to this.
If there were other people fighting in the space of a hundred feet to their side, the degree of chaos in the spiritual energy here and the abnormalities caused by the space would be beyond their ability to sense in time during the fierce fight, and they would be implicated.
After pulling the enemy away from the fighting range of others, they are also highly focused at all times. If there is any abnormal fluctuation in the opponent's spiritual power, they will immediately find ways to break away from the entanglement and escape as far away as possible.
This is the life-saving experience gained by veteran team members like Gong Yuantai.
Just now, when the evil cultivator detonated the restriction, two cultivators from Fengliang Mountain died.
However, because the number of monks from the South China Sea was greater than that of monks from Fengliang Mountain, they were basically in a situation of outnumbering each other, and three of them died as a result.
The demon cultivators in the rear were of course well aware of the distribution of cultivators from both sides in the field, but they didn't care at all. As long as they could kill one more cultivator from Fengliang Mountain, it was good.
Today, the higher-ups have issued a death order. Either the monks from Fengliang Mountain will die, or they will die.
After the ban was detonated, the monks from Fengliang Mountain who were recruited suddenly became alert. In an instant, they took the Nanhai monks who had already lost their minds and either flew to higher places to fight or went to other directions to distance themselves from others.
The entire battlefield expanded five or six times in an instant.
However, the various magical attacks of the cultivators will not appear sparse in this world due to the expansion of these distances. Instead, they will bloom everywhere in the world, making the battle more intense.
Curses, screams, strange cries of various magic weapons, and the sharp roars of spirit beasts rose one after another, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.
There were quite a few people like Li Yan and Wu Ye who killed their opponents too quickly, and for a moment they did not give the evil cultivators time to detonate the restrictions.
But now the number of monks on both sides is extremely unequal. Some Fengliang Mountain monks are even besieged by two to three South China Sea monks. In such a situation, the Fengliang Mountain monk would basically die within a few moves.
In just over twenty breaths, one-on-one situations became extremely rare. At the very least, one Fengliang Mountain cultivator had to face two or more South China Sea cultivators.
Bro had long lost his excitement, and just as he entered the opposite crowd, he did use two magic weapons to instantly attack a monk from the front and back, and then he used another magic weapon to kill the man in a flash.
However, that South China Sea cultivator was only in the middle stage of foundation building, so for Bro, he was already suppressed in terms of level, not to mention the many unexpected magic weapons.
But the next moment, his joy turned into sorrow. Maybe he was too high-profile and used three magic weapons at once. As a result, he was targeted by a demon cultivator behind him.
The demon cultivator stared at the bamboo basket behind Bro with shining eyes, and immediately ordered two South China Sea cultivators to surround it.
Bro didn't take it seriously at first, but when he realized something was wrong and wanted to escape from the encirclement, it was too late. The two men had already surrounded him.
If the evil cultivator detonated the restriction at this moment, not to mention the two cultivators besieging Bro, even if one cultivator entangled him at such a close distance, Bro would probably be in great danger.
But the demon cultivator was also a connoisseur. He could tell at a glance that the bamboo basket behind Bro was extraordinary. He was afraid that the cultivator would self-explode, and the bamboo basket might be damaged as well. He thus saved Bro's life invisibly.
Since the cultivators from the South China Sea have the upper hand, it is impossible for the demon cultivators to detonate the restriction just like that, as that would not do them any good.
It is also very difficult to place restrictions on the monks from the South China Sea. It requires a demon cultivator who is one major realm higher than the other party to do it.
The number of golden elixirs on the demon side was already very limited. Since the war began, golden elixir cultivators and demons have continued to die, so the number of demon cultivators who can place restrictions on foundation-building cultivators has become increasingly fewer.
Bro had a close call with death, and he was unaware of it. He can be said to be blessed with a long life.
Bro was attacked from both sides by two monks. He held a gold brick in one hand. There was a halo on the gold brick. Bro shook his left hand and the gold brick flew out of his hand.
The gold brick rose in the wind, and in an instant it had grown to the size of a basin, and with a "woo" sound, it hit the head of the man on the left. Bro did not pause for a moment, and at the same time he also used another magic weapon.