The lingering power of Qi Lanzhi's casual palm strike had not yet dissipated, and the black hole that had vanished into nothingness in the west of the city was still distorting space.
Lin Zhen stood on the city wall, his chest heaving violently, each breath accompanied by a tearing pain, and blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth, staining the bricks in front of him red.
He raised his head, gazing at the five godlike figures in the air, his eyes filled with tears of blood and profound despair.
That palm strike just now not only killed several Creation Realm cultivators, but also turned countless Dao Proving Realm cultivators along with the entire area into nothingness. This power was far beyond his comprehension.
"The Beginningless Realm...they are actually at the Beginningless Realm..."
Lin Zhen's voice trembled. Only someone like him, who had touched the threshold of the Tai Xu Realm, could vaguely sense the terror of the other party's realm.
The Taixu Realm is the limit that the rules of the Xuanqiong Realm cannot bear, while the Wushi Realm is a higher existence than the Taixu Realm, and is the true combat power belonging to the higher realms!
Even though he left the Xuanqiong Realm at all costs and broke through to the Taixu Realm, he was still as fragile as an ant in front of a Wushi Realm expert.
He hated it! He hated his own weakness, hated the constraints of the Xuanqiong Realm's rules, and hated the domineering cruelty of the five major sects! But what could he do even if he hated it?
The difference in strength was like an insurmountable chasm; he didn't even have the right to get close to his opponent and could only watch helplessly as his people were slaughtered.
"Could it be... that the fate of the Xuanqiong Realm has truly run its course?" This thought slithered into Lin Zhen's mind like a venomous snake, sending chills down his spine.
Just then, Hu San of the Duan Yue Sect suddenly roared, his voice like thunder rolling across the battlefield, making people's eardrums ache.
The elder in his monk's robes was no longer calm; his face was contorted with rage. He stared at the crumbling walls of Sunlight City, his right fist clenched tightly.
The earthy yellow spiritual energy gathered like a tsunami, condensing in the air into a giant fist even larger than Qi Lanzhi's.
The fist was covered with rock-like textures, each texture radiating an aura of destruction. The wind from the punch howled, compressing the surrounding air into a tangible form, and even distorting the light beneath it.
"Since you refuse to obey, then let more people die so you'll know the price of resistance!" Hu San's voice was full of violence, without the slightest pity.
Before he finished speaking, he swung his right hand down suddenly, and the massive, earthen-yellow fist in the air slammed towards the southwest of Sunlight City like a meteorite.
There gathered a group of cultivators who had just escaped from the west of the city. Most of them were injured and hadn't even had time to catch their breath when they saw the giant fist that blotted out the sky.
"Run!" someone roared, trying to escape, but the giant fist was too fast, giving them no time to react.
"boom--!"
The giant fist slammed into the city wall, producing a deafening roar that shook the entire Sun City violently, as if it were about to be overturned from the ground.
The earthen-yellow spiritual energy spread like a shockwave, instantly shattering the bricks and stones on the city wall, and causing the southwest section of the wall to break apart.
The gap was dozens of feet long, and rubble and dust fell like a torrential rain, burying the cultivators below.
On the ground, a huge fist-shaped imprint appeared, several feet deep and tens of feet in diameter, with cracks spreading around its edges like a spider web.
Within the fist imprint, flesh and blood were mangled. Many cultivators were directly shattered by the giant fist, and not even complete corpses could be found. Only scattered limbs and bloodstained weapons were left behind.
The cultivators who were lucky enough to survive were also thrown away by the shockwave, their bodies covered in injuries, and they could no longer get up.
"No--!"
An elder, his eyes bloodshot with rage as he watched his sect's disciple perish in the fist imprint, gripped his longsword and charged toward Hu San in mid-air, shouting, "I'll fight you to the death!"
But as soon as he flew into the air, Hu San gave him a cold glance, waved his hand, and a streak of earth-yellow spiritual energy flew out, instantly slicing the elder's body in two. Blood splattered on the city wall, like blooming crimson flowers.
This is the absolute difference in strength—the top cultivators of the Xuanqiong Realm don't even have the right to get close to a Wushi Realm expert; they can only become targets to be killed at will.
The cultivators on the city wall were completely plunged into despair. The will to die that had been ignited earlier was gradually swallowed up by fear after two consecutive devastating attacks.
Some slumped to the ground, their eyes vacant; others held the bodies of their fallen comrades, weeping uncontrollably; only a few still gripped their weapons, their eyes filled with resentment, yet they no longer had the courage to charge.
Xiao Chen, Jiang Li, Su She, and Shi Tou stood side by side in the center of the city wall. They were all covered in dust and blood, but there was no sign of retreat on their faces.
Xiao Chen gripped the rusty iron spear tightly. Although the azure spear intent was not as strong as before, it still embodied an indomitable will.
Jiang Li's longsword pointed diagonally at the ground, red sword energy flickering slightly on the blade, her eyes gleaming with unwavering determination; Su She unrolled his scroll, golden scholarly energy enveloping the young cultivators around him.
Even knowing he was no match, he still had to protect the last glimmer of hope; Stone's blood surged, his fists clenched, and even when facing a powerful expert at the Beginningless Realm, he still had the courage to fight.
They were not from the Xuanqiong Realm, yet at this moment, they empathized with the cultivators of this land.
They had witnessed the cruelty of the demons, but they had never seen such unbridled slaughter or such domineering oppression.
Looking down at the carnage below, Hu San, suspended in the air, revealed a cruel smile and said to Qi Lanzhi, "Brother Qi, it seems these ants haven't learned their lesson yet. Should we teach them another lesson?"
Qi Lanzhi shook his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the city wall, his tone icy: "No need. If we keep killing, no one will hand over the resources to us. Give them half an hour. If they still haven't handed over the map after half an hour, we'll massacre the entire city."
The half-hour deadline, like a death countdown, hung over the heads of every cultivator in the Xuanqiong Realm.
Lin Zhen struggled to his feet from the city wall. Looking at his desperate clansmen around him, and at the broken city wall and the bloody fist marks in the distance, his heart was filled with sorrow.
He guarded the Xuanqiong Realm his entire life, but in the end, he failed to protect this land and his people.
Is it really the only option to submit and become a slave to the five major sects?
Lin Zhen's gaze unconsciously drifted towards Xiao Chen and the other three, a faint glimmer of hope rekindling in his heart.
Perhaps only the masters of these four disciples from other realms can save the Xuanqiong Realm.
But seeing the four men gripping their weapons tightly, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to ask for help.
He was unwilling to drag innocent people into this inevitable crisis.
On the city wall of Sunshine City, Xiao Chen looked at the broken wall and the bloody fist marks in the southwest direction.
Feeling the pressure of the Boundless Realm emanating from Qi Lanzhi and the others, his fingertips trembled slightly.
He knew that the four of them alone could never stand against the powerhouses of the five major sects, and continuing to fight would only lead to more deaths.
"It seems we have no choice but to ask our master for help."
Xiao Chen took a deep breath, his voice soft but carrying an undeniable firmness.
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