Xiao Chen also drew his rusty iron spear, and with a flash of blue light, pierced the throat of a horned demon that was trying to ambush the villagers.
He didn't finish them off, but instead held back some of his strength to observe the horned demon's fighting style.
They are swift in movement, have sharp claws, and can also spew out small amounts of black mist, which, while not fatal, can paralyze the nerves, so they are worth being wary of.
In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, more than a dozen horned demons were killed. Their black corpses lay scattered throughout the village, and the smell of blood and stench became even stronger.
The surviving villagers emerged from their hiding place, looked at the corpses of the horned demons scattered on the ground, and then glanced at the cultivators.
They all knelt down, choking back tears as they expressed their gratitude: "Thank you, esteemed immortals! Thank you for saving our lives!"
Lin Jing walked forward, helped up an elderly villager, and said gently, "Old man, there's no need for such formalities. Protecting the people is our responsibility."
"Pack your things quickly and follow the escort team to move to an inland city. It's not safe here."
The old villager nodded repeatedly, but a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes. However, having experienced this life-or-death situation, he understood that although it was hard to leave his homeland, it was not as important as living.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Chen breathed a slight sigh of relief. This was their first time participating in a battle against the demons, and although it was only a small-scale battle, it was still a successful start.
But just then, Lin Jingxing suddenly frowned and looked up into the darkness outside the village.
His tone was grave: "Something's not right... This demon squad's arrival is too suspicious, it's like... bait."
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of dense roars suddenly came from the darkness in the distance, and countless scarlet lights were rapidly approaching Qingxi Village!
In the distant darkness, the crimson lights grew denser, like countless evil stars falling from the sky, accompanied by deafening roars.
A dense swarm of demons was charging towards Qingxi Village. Among them were the horned demons we had seen before, and also some "bone-spiked demons" with bone spikes on their backs and exposed fangs.
There were tens of thousands of them, forming a black, demonic tide that, carrying a stench, rushed out of the village in an instant.
"Go meet them! Don't let them rush into the village!"
With a low shout, Lin Jingxing unleashed a surge of golden dragon flames around him and charged towards the demonic tide.
He knew very well that if the demonic tide were allowed to flood into the village, the surviving villagers would surely perish, and he had to stop it outside the village.
Luo Qingyang and the other prodigies followed closely behind, showcasing the spatial secrets of the Flowing Cloud Dao Sect and the flame techniques of the Burning Flame Valley.
The water-based magic of the Azure Water Pavilion... burst forth with various colors of spiritual energy in the night, like dazzling blades of light slashing towards the demonic tide.
"Cloud Dragon Palm!"
Lin Jingxing raised his right hand, and golden spiritual energy condensed into a dragon palm several meters in size, carrying scorching dragon flames, and slammed it fiercely towards the horned demon horde at the front.
"boom--!"
As the dragon's palm landed, golden flames instantly spread, crushing more than a dozen horned demons. Black blood and charred chunks of flesh splattered everywhere, and a blank space appeared at the forefront of the demonic tide.
But the demons that followed seemed oblivious to the corpses of their companions. Instead, their crimson eyes gleamed with excited red light as they roared and sped up, trampling over the bodies of their fallen comrades as they charged towards the cultivators like madmen.
"These monsters are not afraid of death at all!"
One cultivator couldn't help but curse, but his longsword didn't stop; he pierced the throat of a Bone Spike Demon with a single strike.
Seeing this, Xiao Chen took out an ordinary iron spear from his storage bag. He deliberately concealed the rusty iron spear and his spear intent, not wanting to reveal his strength at this moment.
He gripped his iron spear, blending seamlessly into the ranks of ordinary cultivators. His movements were precise yet unassuming; each thrust aimed only at the demon's vital points—either the throat or the heart.
He took away a demon's life cleanly and efficiently, without dragging things out or drawing attention.
"Ha! Watch this!"
Stone, carrying a heavy spiked club, charged ahead, shouting and yelling.
He was already physically strong, making it easy for him to deal with these low-level demons. He swung his spiked club, the sound of it cutting through the air, and smashed it down on the horned demon's head.
With a loud bang, the horned demon's head was smashed to pieces, and black brain matter splattered all over the ground.
"That felt great! It was like hitting a punching bag!"
The more Shi Tou struck, the more excited he became, swinging his spiked club with ferocious force, each strike capable of killing a demon. Occasionally, he would encounter two demons attacking him simultaneously.
He simply withstood the claw attack, then retaliated with a blow that sent the attacker flying, delivering a satisfying and exhilarating blow, just like playing a video game.
The battle quickly escalated to a fever pitch. Tens of thousands of demons clashed with thousands of cultivators in a chaotic melee, their roars, the clash of weapons, and the explosions of spells all intertwined.
Black demonic blood and the blood of cultivators stained the land outside the village, and the stench of blood and gore in the air grew stronger and stronger.
While fighting, Xiao Chen secretly observed that most of these demons were at the early to mid-stages of the Dao Inquiry realm.
They pose little threat to the cultivators; the real trouble lies with the few demons hiding behind the demonic tide.
They were larger and more robust than ordinary demons, covered in thick black scales, and wielded bone knives.
He was constantly roaring and directing the demonic tide to charge, clearly the commander of this demonic tide, whose cultivation level was at the late stage of the Dao Inquiry realm.
"Brother Luo, leave those demons under your command to us!"
Lin Jingxing also noticed these demons, called out to Luo Qingyang, and with a swift movement, golden dragon flames condensed once more as he charged towards one of the commanding demons.
Luo Qingyang nodded, and with a flick of his white jade whisk, white threads wrapped around the power of space.
Like a sharp blade, it swept towards the other commanding demon: "Good! Let's finish this quickly!"
Both of them were at the peak of the Dao Proving realm, which was more than enough to deal with the demons who were in the late stage of the Dao Seeking realm. In addition, the demon commander was swept up by the demon tide and had nowhere to hide.
Lin Jingxing's Cloud Dragon Palm struck down, and a demon commander was burned to a crisp by the dragon flames before it could even scream.
Luo Qingyang's whisk thread pierced the heart of the other demon, a swift and decisive action.
The remaining few demon commanders, seeing the situation was dire, tried to turn and flee, but were blocked by the other prodigies and were all killed in no time.
Without a commander, the demons were thrown into chaos, their initial frenzied charge turning into aimless, chaotic rampages.
Their fighting strength was drastically reduced. Taking advantage of the situation, the cultivators launched a counterattack, unleashing sword light, spells, and fists, and the number of demons dwindled.
Xiao Chen and Shi Tou remained among the ordinary cultivators, not trying to steal credit.
Xiao Chen used an ordinary iron spear to kill several more horned demons, keeping a low profile throughout.
Stone continued to smash with his spiked club, but he didn't charge too far forward as before, so as not to expose his strong physical strength.
"That's about it."
Xiao Chen glanced at the battlefield; fewer than ten demons remained, mostly low-level horned demons barely clinging to life. He then gave Shi Tou a meaningful look.
"Don't be too flamboyant, know when to stop."
Stone understood, grinned, swung his spiked club, smashing the last charging horned demon to death, and then retreated to Xiao Chen's side.
Pretending to be panting heavily: "Phew... these things are pretty good at fighting, I'm exhausted!"
Xiao Chen remained silent, simply putting away his iron spear and gazing at the center of the battlefield.
Lin Jingxing and Luo Qingyang were standing beside the corpse of the demon commander, talking with other prodigies, clearly discussing their next move.
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