When the beautiful female cultivator fell, the snow-white jade whale at her feet was shaking its head in pain, with red and white liquid coming out of its mouth.
The moment the beautiful female cultivator fell from it, the snow-white jade whale roared and rushed away into the distance. It did not attack Tao Yishan again. When it left, its eyes were full of fear and resentment when it looked at Tao Yishan.
When Tao Yishan saw the scene in front of him, there was not much surprise on his face, as if he had expected it. He had seen this kind of fearful expression after being attacked by unknown things many times.
Tao Yishan's body also flashed and he flew out immediately, but he did not go after the snow-white jade whale, but flew directly towards the falling female cultivator.
When he passed by the black whip that had lost its magical power and returned to its original appearance, he grabbed it in his hand.
Then he quickly caught up with the corpse of the beautiful female cultivator, and with a roll of spiritual power, he rolled back the storage bag on her waist. Then he dodged and returned to the position where he had just fought, letting the female corpse fall to the ground.
As soon as Tao Yishan stood still, he stretched out his hand, and from the empty space in front of him, a sudden gray-brown light flew into his hand.
When he spread out his palms, Tao Yishan's facial muscles twitched involuntarily as his spiritual sense swept over them.
In his palm appeared a piece of mottled animal horn the size of his index finger.
One end of the mottled horn is as sharp as a cone, and the other end is somewhat thick. The whole horn is dark gray, and from the pointed top, circles of fine brown threads are densely coiled downwards.
However, after these brown threads reach the middle, they begin to become blurred as if they have faded, especially near the base of the horn. If you don't look carefully, you can't see any threads at all.
Tao Yishan's gaze fell on the middle part of the animal's horn, where there were two brown spirals that were rapidly fading in color and slowly turning dark gray.
This piece of animal horn is Tao Yishan’s life-saving trump card, which he found in a swamp when he was young and adventurous.
He still doesn't know what kind of monster this horn came from, nor does he know whether it was refined by someone to have such power, or whether the horn itself has such incredible attack power.
This small piece of animal horn was almost indestructible. It had saved his life countless times and helped him escape danger at the most critical moments time and time again.
According to Tao Yishan's own guess, this small piece of animal horn might be fatal to a Jindan cultivator. Of course, he never dared to try it, nor did he dare to take it out easily.
Both of these results would only bring him fatal disaster, but in the current chaotic war, he had no choice but to use them in order to save his life.
Moreover, this thing leaves almost no trace when used. Tao Yishan feels that even if a Jindan cultivator is nearby, he will not be able to discover it unless he pays close attention to his every move.
Tao Yishan only took a quick glance and then he saw the two disappearing threads, and he felt extremely sad.
He had carried this small piece of animal horn with him for decades, and he knew that every time he used it, one of the brown threads on it would be consumed.
When these brown threads completely disappear, this unknown magic weapon will be scrapped.
But now was not the time for him to think carefully. From the time he fought with the beautiful female cultivator, to being wrapped up by the white gas, and then to breaking out of the encirclement with lightning speed and killing the opponent, it only took four breaths of time.
This amount of time was really just a moment in the chaos of the battle. Amidst all the explosions, no one knew how he killed the opponent.
Tao Yishan glanced at the mottled animal horns and immediately put them away. This was not a place where he dared to delay.
He just took the beast's horn in his hand, and as he swept his spiritual sense, he heard a sound of breaking air rapidly approaching from behind him.
Feeling the other party approaching, Tao Yishan took a deep breath, turned around and greeted them. They were two South China Sea cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building. Facing such a level of cultivation, he was not afraid.
At this moment, the entire battlefield was filled with explosions, earth-shaking roars, and the unwilling screams of death.
Looking at the overall situation, more monks from Fengliang Mountain died. Their number of monks was less than that of the enemy, and it was often several monks attacking one person.
The potential of the monks from the South China Sea was being squeezed without regard for their lives. In the competition, monks from both sides would quickly die and disappear within a few breaths, and the monks from Fengliang Mountain were at an increasingly greater disadvantage.
There are no serious injuries here. As long as they can fight with minor injuries, every cultivator will fight desperately. Once they are seriously injured, they will die in the next moment.
Here, not only the monks from the South China Sea were controlled by the evil cultivators to self-destruct when they were defeated, but some seriously injured monks from Fengliang Mountain would also choose to self-destruct.
They were surrounded by enemies on all sides, and knowing that there was no hope of help from others, those with strong personalities pulled the other side together and embarked on a path of no return.
Those with a smooth temperament will use all their tricks and try every possible way to escape.
Ouyang Yi, the old man who had hesitated before and followed first, was already over 170 years old. Although he was already a fake Dan, his body was already in his twilight years.
The first person Ouyang Yi encountered was also a fake Dan. The opponent had lost his mind. Relying on his long fighting experience, Ouyang Yi dragged the opponent around in circles to avoid being surrounded.
After that, the two fought several times in a chase, and each attack from both sides was determined to kill. After only three fights, both ended up in a situation of loss.
Ouyang Yi saw that he was already seriously injured and failed to kill the other party. Even if he escaped and healed his wounds now, he could only delay for seven or eight years at most before he would perish.
He then opened his eyes wide and said, "Whether you are a monk from the South Sea or not, if you couldn't escape, you should have ended your life on your own. Instead of harming others, let's go to hell together!"
After he finished speaking, he summoned up his last bit of spiritual power and rushed to one side like a whirlwind, where three people were besieging a monk from Fengliangshan. The monk from Fengliangshan was already covered in blood, and was relying on a green talisman in his hand to hold on desperately. However, the green talisman had already dimmed, and he was about to die.
Ouyang Yi's departure dragged the seriously injured South Sea monk behind him to follow regardless of everything, and in just two breaths, they arrived at the battle group. The old man ignored the enemy that was chasing him from behind and rushed towards the back of a South Sea monk. At the same time, his spiritual light was shining brightly, attracting people's attention.
The South China Sea monk who had his back to him heard the bad news behind him and instinctively knew that someone was coming to help his opponent, so he moved to the side.
His dodging broke the siege, and the old man quickly sent a message to the monk from Fengliang Mountain.
"Daoyou... retreat quickly! Puff!"
As he was speaking, he was hit from behind by a gust of wind from the important monk who was chasing him. Fortunately, the man was also seriously injured before and could not launch the strongest attack, but he still made a big hole on the old man's back.
After the old man spat out a mouthful of blood, the spiritual light on his body became more and more dazzling. The other Fengliang Mountain monk was not as stupid as the three insane South China Sea monks in front of him.
He reacted very quickly, knowing that the unknown old man was determined to die, and was helping him before his death.
The cultivator reacted extremely quickly and had no time to think. He fired the magic weapon that was being sacrificed in the air, and with a strong spiritual glow on his body, he launched a full-strength attack at the other cultivator from the South China Sea.
With his desperate and desperate move, the siege suddenly stopped, and in an instant another talisman was attached to the bottom of his feet.
The monk from Fengliang Mountain didn't even have time to collect his magic weapon before he escaped into the gap.
At the same time, the two demon cultivators a few miles away also felt something was wrong, but the cultivators under the control of restrictions were no match for puppets and could not move them as they pleased. It was too late for them to control the four cultivators who were attacking them from the front and back to fly away.
Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Ouyang Yi turned around abruptly and once again faced the seriously injured South China Sea monk who was rushing towards him.
"I like you, hehe..."
Amidst a wild laugh, there was a loud "bang" and a dazzling light shone between heaven and earth. In an instant, sand and rocks flew everywhere and the clouds dispersed.
It was not until five or six breaths had passed that the world slowly regained its clarity.
The old man and the seriously injured South China Sea monk had long since disappeared, and the other three South China Sea monks, one of whom had only half a body, were falling rapidly to the ground.
The South China Sea cultivator who was forced to move sideways by the old man and was closest to him also disappeared without a trace.
The last South China Sea cultivator, feeling threatened, also received orders from the demon cultivator, but he instinctively held up his magic weapon and escaped the disaster. He was standing alone in the air in the dim light, with the magic weapon flashing.
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There were also many Fengliang Mountain monks who stayed behind and fought with several Nanhai warriors who rushed over for a few moves. When they saw that the situation was not good, they turned around and fled.
The monks ahead have entered the battle and it is very difficult for them to leave.
Although it was difficult to return, there were still seven or eight monks from Fengliang Mountain who were willing to sacrifice their essence, blood, or even their lifespans, and used their secret techniques to escape far away.
However, there were always one or two South China Sea monks following them, and there were battlefields on the east and west sides. They headed north, but they didn't know how far they could escape.
The entire battlefield was now in great chaos. In just fifty or sixty breaths, there were only seventy-seven monks left from Fengliang Mountain. After dozens more breaths, including those who had escaped, there were only about fifty people left.
Overall, this defensive battle was more like an encounter. There was no effective resistance or defense at all, and everyone was fighting on their own.
Therefore, some Fengliang Mountain monks began to hate Li Yan while fighting.
Although the previous "Tonggui Ridge" was not Li Yan's fault, the subsequent battles were almost like rushing up and fighting the enemy head-on without any deployment or organization.
There was not even a single defensive measure left, and even no cooperation or back-up plan was seen between them.
After they fought for a while, some monks from Fengliang Mountain noticed that their so-called captain had disappeared from the battlefield.
Many people took the time to scan with their spiritual sense, and they wondered whether Li Yan had escaped in the chaos or had been killed. For a moment, no one knew.
Even the veteran team members including Gong Yuantai who were far away felt that the situation was not good. Many of them began to move closer to Gong Yuantai and began to communicate with each other anxiously.
"Senior Brother Gong, where is Junior Brother Li Yan?"
"Brother Gong, if we continue to fight like this, we will be in great danger. Why don't we rush back together and lay some traps along the way? This will delay the enemy's attack, and with this kind of resistance, we can't be considered to have escaped."
"Friend Gong, Li Yan must be dead. Please make a decision quickly..."
Gong Yuantai was fighting with others while listening to various voice transmissions. He was now the person with the highest command authority here, although it had only been half a day since the deputy captain was appointed.
His face was also ashen. How could he know what happened to the proud boy of "Xiaozhu Peak"? The fighting here was so fierce, but he didn't notice it just now.
Defeat here is almost certain now. They are too few in number, and the reinforcements from the rear have not arrived yet. As a large number of Fengliang monks died in the encirclement, the other side has more and more monks freed up.