On the other side, Sheng Yang led a group of laughing and joking Jiaolong clan youths into the battle. These Jiaolong clan youths were skilled in water attacks. After they joined the battle, ice swords and ice blades, as well as curtains and streams of water, soaked everyone's clothes, eliciting continuous laughter. This laughter spread leisurely, turning this fierce battle into a farce, making it exceptionally lively.
The Jiaolong is a water beast with dragon blood. At birth, they resemble small snakes, living in the sea. After a hundred years, they reach adulthood, growing scales and achieving a cultivation level equivalent to a Qi Refining stage cultivator in the mortal realm. Three hundred years later, they grow four legs, again achieving a cultivation level equivalent to a Golden Core stage cultivator. Three hundred years after that, they grow horns, achieving a cultivation level equivalent to a Nascent Soul stage cultivator. Three hundred years later, exactly one thousand years later, after passing the Heavenly Tribulation, they transform into true dragons, achieving a cultivation level equivalent to a Void Transformation stage cultivator. After another long period of time, their cultivation deepens, and after passing the final Heavenly Tribulation, they ascend to the Celestial Realm.
Like the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, the Flood Dragon Clan faces a Heavenly Tribulation every time their cultivation level increases by one realm. Each Heavenly Tribulation is more difficult than the last. Therefore, to this day, apart from the clan leader Sheng Yang and a dozen or so Flood Dragons with dragon horns, there is not a single true dragon in the Flood Dragon Clan.
The dozens of young dragons present were all at the second level of cultivation. Their ages varied, and their cultivation levels differed. They had lived in the sea for a long time and their days were quite boring. Now that they had suddenly participated in such a great battle, they did not feel the slightest fear. On the contrary, they found it very interesting and laughed continuously.
The laughter only stopped when a young dragon was injured. The blood of their own kind finally made them take the battle seriously, and the laughter gradually disappeared, replaced by the howling wind and rain.
Besides being adept at water attacks, the Jiaolong clan can also summon wind and rain. At this moment, dark clouds floated above the island, with lightning flashing and heavy raindrops pelting down, stinging the skin.
However, the dark clouds cleared a small patch of sky above the Undying Vine. Li Molin still stood in front of the demon, silently watching the battle. Although there were no dark clouds above his head, raindrops were blown by the wind and soon soaked his clothes.
Liuli, disgusted by the raindrops, had long since retreated to the innermost part of the demons' encirclement. She sat by the pool, hugging her knees, while Ahua sat opposite her, looking up at her sad expression. Ahua asked softly, "Sister, what happened? Can you tell me?"
Liuli pouted and remained silent for a while before whispering, "The little monk is afraid I'll break his precepts, so he won't let me talk to him, and he won't talk to me anymore either..."
Ahua shook her head and sighed, "That monk's devotion to Buddhism is too unwavering. Sister, you should... not like him."
Liuli pouted and said sadly, "But I just like him. What can I do? I can't control my heart, Ahua."
Ahua was silent for a while, then whispered, "Yes, our reason tells us what's best, but what can we do if reason can't control our hearts?"
Liuli nodded, her eyes lowered, still feeling sullen. So she overlooked the wisdom and insightful light in Ahua's eyes when she said those words. That light showed that Ahua had already gone through a long period of time, and it was not the kind of expression that a demon cultivated from an ordinary house cat could show.
As time went by, it was already afternoon. The battle between the righteous and demonic forces became increasingly fierce, with casualties on both sides. However, because the righteous disciples had already been weakened while in the battle, and because they were far outnumbered by the demons, they were inevitably outnumbered and outmatched, resulting in heavier casualties.
As Liu Lingying listened to the increasingly loud screams, her brows furrowed even more tightly. However, the demons in front of her seemed endless, and the thunder and rain above were truly annoying.
In one part of the battle, a golden dragon tightly bound a demon. Then, a series of palm-sized demon-subduing talismans entered the demon's brain through his left temple and exited through his right temple. During this process, the talismans shattered the demon's sanity. The golden dragon, which had been binding him, released him, flying into the air and transforming into a staff that landed in Shi Ning's hand. Looking back at the demon, he stood there blankly, seemingly forever mentally impaired.
Shi Ning caught the staff, and in a flash his gaze saw a monk being killed by the demons. He took a step forward, but it was too late to save him.
Shi Ning frowned, a pang of pain shooting through his heart.
Shi Ning pondered for a moment, searching through the chaotic battle amidst the heavy rain, and finally found Shi Chan's figure. His seven-jeweled kasaya shone brightly around him; although he was wounded, the kasaya protected him, preventing any fatalities. He breathed a sigh of relief, his mind calming slightly. Then, he turned his gaze and quickly found Yuan Jue. He took to the air and flew over. At that moment, four demons were attacking Yuan Jue. He landed beside Yuan Jue and began to fight alongside him against the demons' attacks.
The two stood back to back. While using his staff to deflect a demon's weapon, Shi Ning hurriedly said to Yuan Jue, "Junior Brother Yuan Jue, this won't do. There are too few of us righteous disciples. If we continue fighting like this, it will only increase casualties, and we won't be able to seize the Immortal Fruit at all."
Yuanjue, panting, replied, "That's right, we might as well retreat first, go back to the mountain to rest, and then come back again!"
"Alright." Shi Ning responded, then shouted loudly, "All Buddhist disciples, listen up, retreat!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Lingying, who was in the middle of a fight, changed her expression and shouted, "We can't leave! The Immortal Fruit is about to ripen. If you leave, we will never have a chance to get it! We can't leave!"
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