With Ji Chuan arriving, Ji Shuo followed, greatly increasing the pressure on the cultivators. Xue Qingge, the sect leader of the Crimson Pill Sect, who had been refining pills nearby, also joined the fight against Ji Chuan and Ji Shuo.
In battles involving cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage, all cultivators at the Spirit Transformation stage and below must retreat.
Li Ze also stepped back, clinging to a rock, and looked over in this direction from a distance.
Battles between Nascent Soul stage cultivators are rare, especially group battles involving multiple Nascent Soul stage cultivators.
Li Ze watched intently, as if trying to etch every move, every attack, every dodge, and every counterattack into his mind.
On the human cultivators' side, there are six sect leaders and six Nascent Soul stage cultivators. On the demon race's side, in addition to the three Demon Kings, there are two early Nascent Soul stage cultivators and more than a dozen Nascent Soul stage demon generals.
Neither side gained an advantage in the fight.
However, the Demon Realm has a constant stream of demon soldiers and generals, while the cultivators have no support.
"How can there be so many demon soldiers? We can't kill them all. If this continues, we'll either run out of spiritual energy and be killed, or we'll be exhausted to death."
"The sect leaders of all the major sects have already sent messages back, ordering their disciples to send reinforcements. Let's wait a little longer and grit our teeth and hold on for a while."
"Please invite more elders over; the enemy's demon general is too powerful."
"Let's invite Senior Brother Mo over."
"......."
The disciples absorbed a spirit stone, consumed a pill, and hurriedly returned to the battlefield.
Another day has passed.
The battlefield between humans and demons was littered with corpses, the black earth stained dark red with blood, and the stench of blood was overwhelming.
Li Ze was just a wisp of mist, but he felt that his body was stained with wisps of blood.
The battle between the demons and human cultivators continued, but both sides suffered casualties, and the number of people on the battlefield had decreased slightly.
Ji Lin was trapped by the formation, and Ji Chuan and Ji Shuo tried their best to rescue him, but the sect leaders were not to be underestimated. Under their all-out resistance, Ji Chuan and Ji Shuo could not gain any advantage.
This war is far from over!
However, Ji Lin became impatient.
Li Ze saw that the greatsword in Ji Lin's hand was constantly absorbing the blood and evil energy on the battlefield, and the originally black greatsword was now beginning to glow red.
"Something's wrong with the knife in Ji Lin's hand," Jiang Qingtang said. He had a bad feeling; he sensed that the knife was about to unleash a massacre.
"Watch out for that knife," Sun Chenyang warned.
At this moment, everyone's hearts were in their throats. They watched the evil artifact glowing red brighter and brighter, and apart from continuously pouring spiritual energy into the formation, they couldn't find any other way to deal with it for the time being.
Another hour passed, and the evil weapon seemed to have finally eaten its fill. Its black blade turned a blood-red color, eerie yet alluring, captivating the soul.
Li Ze, in his black mist form, stirred and quickly shifted his attention away from the evil artifact. He couldn't look at it any longer; if he did, his mind would become unstable.
"Hehe!" Ji Lin straightened up, sneered, and looked at everyone present as if they were a group of ants. He inexplicably exuded an aura of dominance over the world.
The moment he swung his sword, a sense of fear inexplicably arose in the hearts of everyone present, as if they were facing a stronger person of a higher level than themselves, and a sense of awe and fear arose spontaneously.
But they and Ji Lin are clearly at the same level.
"ha!"
Ji Lin shouted and swung his sword with all his might. The evil weapon, carrying terrifying energy, landed heavily on the formation.
With a crisp crack, the formation shattered into countless pieces, the transparent fragments vanishing without a trace before even hitting the ground.
puff!
Jiang Qingtang, who was in control of the formation, spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backward.
Ji Lin, now free, smiled and swept his blood-red eyes over Jiang Qingtang and the others. "Since you're here, then stay."
"The situation is not good." Seeing this scene from afar, Le You immediately took the jade slip and notified the sect's Nascent Soul stage elder.
Shangguan Meng hid behind Leyou and said, "Senior brother, have you finished being separated from your body? Why don't we call the ancestor over as well?"
As Shangguan Meng watched Ji Lin fight three opponents alone, she was already considering whether or not to run away.
Leyou ignored Shangguan Meng's words and reported the situation here to the sect truthfully.
Shangguan Meng wasn't the only one trying to escape. Seeing the sect leaders constantly dodging and not daring to face Ji Lin's blood-red broadsword head-on, the cultivators present also felt fear.
They heard that this knife slaughtered an entire city a hundred years ago, and they certainly don't want to become victims of its blade.
On the cultivators' side, they fought and retreated, and their morale instantly weakened compared to the demons.
Before long, Jiang Qingtang was the first to be injured, followed by Sun Chenyang, Zhou Mobai...
The sect leaders were all shaken by the bloodthirsty power of the evil artifact, their blood and qi churning, and even their minds were affected.
If this continues, they might really lose their lives to this evil weapon.
No, we must intimidate Ji Lin and this sword!
The sect leaders all threw out their life-saving magic weapons.
The tide of battle turned again, becoming evenly matched.
Li Ze watched intently from a distance. At this moment, Ji Lin was fighting against the sect leaders of various sects. Next time, it might be him.
He wanted to find Ji Lin's weakness.
However, due to the vast difference in their cultivation levels, even with Li Ze's full concentration and the use of his divine sense, he could only barely see the battle clearly. As for finding a weakness, that was nothing short of a pipe dream.
Difficult! Extremely difficult!
The battle lasted for another day and night. Both sides were injured and their spiritual power (magic power) was greatly depleted. They were at their limit and were barely holding on by sheer willpower.
Of course, there are exceptions, such as Ji Lin.
Of everyone present, only this one grew increasingly frenzied with each kill, as if he were tireless and had inexhaustible magical power within him, each strike faster and more ruthless than the last.
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