Lu Yang looked at Han Changming with a look of gratitude.
If it weren't for Han Changming's help, even if he didn't die, his injuries would have been much more serious.
The silver giant eagle failed to hit its target and let out a loud eagle cry. Its body glowed with silver light and thick silver arcs of electricity shot downwards, attacking indiscriminately. Several of the silver arcs of electricity shot towards Han Changming and Ye Xin.
Han Changming and Ye Xin were frightened. They pinched their fingers to form a spell, and countless yellow gravel flew up and turned into a huge yellow ball, wrapping them up. The Amethyst Flying Scorpion, Thunder Rhinoceros Insect and Ice Sculpture all avoided it.
Boom!
With a loud bang, the yellow ball disappeared, and Han Changming and Ye Xin also disappeared.
Several foundation-building monks were unlucky and were hit by several silver electric arcs, disappearing instantly.
A small mound of earth appeared on the ground and moved quickly towards the city wall. When it reached the bottom of the wall, Han Changming and Ye Xin crawled out from underground. Both of them had terrified faces and were sweating coldly.
A series of roars sounded and the ground began to shake as if there was an earthquake. A scarred green dragon flew towards the city wall, followed closely by several foundation-building monks.
Many scales on the green dragon's body fell off, and blood was dripping.
No matter how strong Long Yaowen and his men were, they could not withstand the siege of a large number of monsters. They killed more than a dozen second-level monsters. In order to protect him, most of the guards died at the hands of the monsters.
The sea water in the distance rolled violently, and waves rose dozens of feet high. A large number of monsters floated out of the sea and climbed onto the Golden Dragon Island. They were so densely packed that it made people's scalps numb. Most of the cultivators who went out of the city to fight were killed or injured. The monsters did not care about the losses and attacked the cultivators frantically.
"Come back first! Let others take up the fight."
A majestic male voice suddenly came from the sky.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yang flew back to Golden Dragon City. Han Changming and Ye Xin put away their spirit beasts and flew towards Golden Dragon City. The monsters naturally refused and quickly released spells to attack the cultivators.
Some immortal cultivators were unable to dodge and died under the intensive attacks of monsters. Han Changming and Ye Xin cooperated with each other, had a stronger defense, and escaped back to Jinlong City. At this time, thousands of immortal cultivators gathered on the city wall, most of them were in the Qi Refining Stage.
The first batch of immortal cultivators who went to fight returned to the city. Zhenren Chijiao and several other Jindan cultivators were still fighting with third-level monsters. With the help of a third-level dragon, Zhenren Chijiao still had a slight advantage.
Most of the immortal cultivators retreated back to Golden Dragon City, and tens of thousands of monsters released spells to attack Golden Dragon City. The colorful spells hit the golden light curtain, causing it to tremble violently.
If left unattended, the formation will consume a lot of energy.
"Go out and meet the enemy."
Soon, a group of foundation-building monks flew out of Golden Dragon City and fought with the monsters.
Han Changming and Ye Xin saw the dead cultivators, their bodies being eaten by monsters, and no one thought of helping to retrieve the bodies. If they had died at the hands of monsters, probably no one would have collected their bodies. This is the world of cultivators, where the strong prey on the weak.
It is unknown how long the beast tide will last, and it is estimated that many cultivators will die.
This has nothing to do with Han Changming. They have already done their best.
Han Changming and others walked down the city wall one after another. A team of cultivators were distributing supplies for cultivation under the city wall.
The monks who returned to Golden Dragon City alive were all rewarded.
Han Changming and Ye Xin are foundation-building cultivators. They each received a bottle of Qi-replenishing pills and one thousand spirit stones. Qi-replenishing pills are second-level healing pills suitable for foundation-building cultivators. They have the same effect as Yuan-replenishing pills.
After getting the benefits, the monks smiled, put away the pills and spirit stones, and returned to their residences.
One after another, monks climbed up the wall to fight. When they saw the monks distributing supplies for cultivation, the sadness on their faces mostly disappeared. Money makes the world go round. As long as they were given rewards, they could accept it. But if there was no benefit at all and they were asked to fight to the death, they would not be willing to do that.
After returning to his residence, Han Changming released the Amethyst Flying Scorpion.
It had devoured a lot of poison sacs and spirits of second-level monsters and became lazy, as if it was full. No matter how hard Han Changming tried to communicate with it, it did not respond.
Han Changming didn't care and put it back into the spirit beast bag.
"Madam, maybe I will have to go back to battle in a while. I will go and refine a few batches of elixirs. If you have anything else, please send me a sound transmission note."
Han Changming gave some instructions and walked into the secret room.
He sat quietly for a cup of tea, took out the materials for alchemy, and continued to make the elixir.
In a palace made of gold bricks and glazed tiles, a man and a woman were reporting the situation to a dignified old man in a golden robe.
"Master, the consumption on the front line is too great. The scale of the beast tide this time is not small. There are more than a dozen third-level monsters alone. This is just the beginning. I don't know if there will be more third-level monsters joining the battle later."
A fair-faced man in a green shirt said with a frown on his face.
"We must fight back the monsters first. Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals. Don't worry! They won't stay here for too long. Otherwise, if they provoke public anger, he might not be able to leave here. Let him vent his anger!"
The tone of the old man in the golden robe was indifferent. He was the Golden Dragon Master Long Yunfei.
Immortal cultivators have an agreement with the demon tribe that the transformed demon tribe cannot attack immortal cultivators. Similarly, Nascent Soul cultivators cannot attack low-level monsters. Whoever breaks this rule will face the other side's crazy revenge.
The one who can drive so many third-level monsters to attack Golden Dragon City must be a demon in the Nascent Soul stage.
Not long ago, Long Yaowen reported to him that someone was hunting a third-order dragon. A few days later, a beast tide broke out. The demons came for this matter. Long Yunfei knew it very well, but he had no intention of tracking down the murderer. He knew who the murderer was, but he could not afford to provoke the power behind the other party.
The Jinlong Sea is a relatively chaotic area, with various forces intertwined and complex. There are some forces that Long Yunfei cannot afford to provoke.
Of course, necessary blows are inevitable, otherwise the forces behind the other party will think that Long Yunfei is easy to bully.
The most important issue now is to repel the attack of the monsters. The Jiaolong clan has lost a third-level Jiaolong. If they want to quell the anger of a fourth-level Jiaolong, they can only have the corpse of the cultivator.
He sent Long Yaowen to fight to show his attitude, and sent other foundation-building cultivators to fight only to use them to resist the beast tide. Those who survived would naturally be rewarded. No matter how many low-level cultivators died, Long Yunfei would not care. The strong prey on the weak, and that's how the world of immortal cultivation is.
"Yes, Master."
The two Jindan cultivators agreed and bowed and left.
As soon as they left, a handsome young man in green clothes walked in quickly, bowed and said, "Grandmaster, Senior Lin from the Five Immortal Sect is here, and he is outside."
"Since Fellow Daoist Lin has come, why don't you invite him in quickly?"
Long Yunfei gave the order in a deep voice, thinking to himself, "The real master is here, is he here to clean up the mess for me?"
"Yes, Master."