Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1551 With this powerful figure in charge, what's there to be afraid of?
After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Zhang Xuemo, Su Fan got down to business and asked if there were any cultivators from the Lingxuan Realm inside the Yaishan Fortress.

The answer surprised him slightly; in addition to the sword cultivators of the Polar Sword Pavilion, there were also disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Dao Palace stationed here.

Su Fan was pleasantly surprised. He had infiltrated the Yai Mountain Fortress alone, without even a trusted confidant by his side.

I never expected to find so many old acquaintances here. At least I won't be all alone anymore.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Xuemo immediately got up to contact the disciples of the two sects, but Su Fan stopped her with a raised hand.

"I have come here incognito, so it is not advisable to alert too many people..."

Su Fan pondered for a moment, then added, "How about this, you only need to contact your sect's Senior Brother Wuya and Senior Brother Xinghuai of the Heavenly Thunder Dao Palace. You don't need to inform the others for now..."

Zhang Xuemo received the order and sent a message. In just a short while, Li Wuyai and Zheng Xinghuai found the restaurant.

The two entered the stone house and did not recognize Su Fan at first glance. However, after sitting down and taking a closer look, they were immediately stunned.

After a long pause, they finally spoke in trembling voices: "But... Senior Brother Su... Su Fan..."

Su Fan smiled and bowed to the two of them in greeting.

"Senior Brother Xinghuai, Senior Brother Wuya, how have you been?"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, the two immediately stood up and respectfully bowed to Su Fan, saying, "Greetings, Senior Brother..."

"Please sit down, please sit down, there's no need for such formalities..." Su Fan waved his hand and laughed loudly.

At this moment, besides the ecstatic joy of their reunion, Li Wuyai and Zheng Xinghuai also showed an undisguised sense of relief, and each let out a long sigh of relief.

Su Fan has arrived; the Yai Mountain Fortress is saved.

Not only the two of them, but ever since they learned that the demon race was about to launch a large-scale offensive, all the cultivators in the Cliff Mountain Fortress have been living in constant fear.

This cliff fortress was inherently a dangerous place, and it simply could not withstand the fierce attack of the demon army.

Even more deadly is that every time the demon race launches a large-scale invasion, it summons avatars of its kin from the upper realm to descend and assist in the attack.

However, the bigwigs of the human race in the upper realm repeatedly ignored the pleas for help from the cultivators in the lower realm, leaving them to fight bloody battles on the front lines and fend for themselves.

Over time, the morale of the cultivators at Yai Shan Fortress plummeted to its lowest point.

Even key figures like Li Wuyai and Zheng Xinghuai were constantly anxious and uneasy.

But now, they are not afraid.

Because the one who came was Su Fan, the peerless prodigy who single-handedly used the ancient Thunder Dao secret technique to kill five avatars of great demons from the upper realm.

Su Fan's image has now spread throughout the entire Qianlun Realm war zone, and all the cultivators from the Lingxuan Realm are proud of it.

They never expected that Su Fan would personally descend upon the precarious Yai Mountain Fortress.

With this powerful figure in charge, what's there to be afraid of?

"How many disciples do your two sects have left now..." Su Fan changed the subject, his tone turning serious.

A trace of sorrow flashed in Li Wuyai's eyes as he replied in a deep voice, "I brought thousands of disciples with me, but now most of them have been wiped out, with only a little over a thousand survivors..."

The Polar Sword Pavilion was originally a sword sect. Apart from a few disciples who stayed behind, all the other sword cultivators at the Integration Realm were conscripted here.

With such a brutal battle consuming so much resources, it's uncertain whether anyone will be able to return to their sect alive by the time the war ends.

This time, the Polar Sword Pavilion was truly severely weakened and suffered heavy losses.

Zheng Xinghuai also sighed bitterly, saying, "I led several hundred disciples from the Heavenly Thunder Dao Palace to this aid, but nearly half of them have been lost. Now only about three hundred people remain..."

After listening to their stories, Su Fan couldn't help but sigh.

The brutality of the war far exceeded his expectations.

Those who came to the rescue were all cultivators at the Integration Realm, the backbone of both sects, yet in just a few years, more than half of them were lost.

Those bastards in the upper realm who stood by and did nothing deserve to die!

Su Fan had already made up his mind that once he had firmly established himself in the Qianlun Realm war zone, he would make those people in the upper realm who disregarded the safety of the lower realm pay the price they deserved.

Although the remaining disciples of the two sects total less than two thousand, they are all genuine Nascent Soul cultivators, and should not be underestimated.

They are all top-tier sword and lightning cultivators in the Immortal Sect, with combat power far exceeding that of ordinary cultivators of the same level.

"I will negotiate with the fortress's higher-ups. From now on, you will all follow me..."

Su Fan spoke slowly, his tone carrying an unquestionable certainty.

Upon hearing this, Li Wuyai, Zheng Xinghuai, and Zhang Xuemo immediately stood up and bowed deeply to Su Fan once again.

"I will obey my senior brother's decree..."

Su Fan raised his hand again to gesture for them to sit down, then pointed upwards, giving them a meaningful instruction.

"However, my identity must not be revealed before the great battle begins..."

All three were Nascent Soul cultivators, and they understood Su Fan's concerns immediately.

Ever since Su Fan single-handedly killed five avatars of powerful demons from the upper realm, he has become a thorn in the side of the big shots of the human race's Daoist sects in the upper realm.

If his identity is exposed now, those people will definitely take the opportunity to cause trouble and secretly create chaos for him.

After chatting for a few more minutes about the follow-up arrangements, Su Fan told them to leave first.

He sat alone in the stone house for a long time, pondering and sorting out his plans before getting up and leaving the restaurant.

Subsequently, Su Fan made a special trip to visit the three Nascent Soul Realm experts guarding the Cliff Mountain Fortress, expressing his desire to bring the disciples of the Polar Sword Pavilion and the Heavenly Thunder Dao Palace under his command.

Upon hearing this, the three guardians did not hesitate for long and immediately nodded in agreement.

After all, Su Fan was already infamous in the Qianlun Realm war zone, but after arriving at Yai Shan Fortress, he always kept to himself and never interfered in the management of the fortress.

Now he simply wants to recruit some of his old subordinates to his side, which is only natural, and they naturally have no reason to refuse.

And so, more than a thousand cultivators from the two sects of the Lingxuan Realm officially came under Su Fan's command.

In reality, Su Fan recruited them not to vie for military power.

With his strength, commanding so many cultivators on the battlefield would actually hinder his ability to exert his own combat power.

His real purpose was to prevent the disciples of these two sects from dying on the battlefield.

Especially the sword cultivators of the Polar Sword Pavilion, whose cultivation is extremely difficult. If they are all wiped out in this battle, the entire sect will be completely destroyed and will never be able to recover its strength.

For the next ten days or so, the battlefield at Yaishan Fortress remained unusually calm.

The atmosphere between the two border defense lines was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

At this moment, everyone knows that the more deathly silent the place is, the more it means that a fierce battle is imminent.

Besides studying the battlefield situation map every day, Su Fan would also spend some time wandering around the fortress.

These days, even he has been affected by this heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

Moreover, the weather has been uncooperative these past few days, with the entire sky shrouded in thick, impenetrable dark clouds. The leaden-gray clouds hang low, as if the sky were about to collapse at any moment.

Su Fan raised his head, glanced at the pitch-black sky, and cursed under his breath for the awful weather. Just then, he suddenly turned around, his eyes fixed on the direction of the demon race's defensive line like those of a hawk.

One after another, powerful and incomparable auras were spreading wildly from the distant horizon, and the endless, dense demonic energy roared and swept in like a flood that had burst its banks.

"Aww...aoww..."

Countless shrill screams suddenly erupted, transforming into visible sound waves that rippled from afar.

At the edge of the distant horizon, swarms of monsters surged forth like ants.

In just a short while, the waves surged forth like a tidal wave, crashing towards the Yaishan Fortress.

A few breaths later, the Nascent Soul Realm experts inside the fortress finally sensed the impending doom.

One after another, figures soared into the sky, a dense mass of people hovering above the fortress, their robes fluttering as spiritual energy surged in all directions.

"Bang...bang..."

Immediately afterwards, the bells throughout the fortress rang out in unison, their piercing tones both mournful and eerie.

The sound pierced through the dark clouds and echoed throughout the fortress, each note sending chills down one's spine and making one's scalp tingle.

Just then, Li Wuyai, Zheng Xinghuai, Zhang Xuemo, and others came rushing in from a distance, their landing creating a gust of wind.

"Senior Brother Su Fan...we're here..."

Su Fan nodded slightly to them and said in a deep voice, "Everyone has assembled..."

Li Wuyai nodded hurriedly and said, "The disciples of the two sects have already assembled in the square and are ready to attack at any time..."

Su Fan waved his hand and took the lead in walking towards the square, his voice reaching everyone's ears.

"Let's go...go and take a look..."

"Senior brother... let's go to the defense line to fight the enemy..." Zheng Xinghuai hurried after him, his voice filled with anxiety.

Su Fan waved his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"No rush...we're the reserve team..."

Just kidding, there's no need for him to personally deal with those demon cannon fodder.

Judging from the demon race's current formation, it won't be long before they summon the avatars of great demons from the upper realm to descend; that's their true target.

If the avatars of those powerful demons from the upper realm are not wiped out in one fell swoop, the morale of the entire "Yashan Fortress" defense line will be severely damaged.

They soon arrived at the fortress square, their eyes all fixed on the distant fortress defenses.

At this moment, dazzling spiritual energy shields rose above the defensive line, and countless human cultivators rushed onto the city wall, their magical treasures gathering power, ready for battle.

"Boom...Boom..."

Deafening explosions rang out one after another, and streams of demonic supernatural powers swept in from afar.

Like hailstones, they pelted the outermost spiritual energy shield, creating ripples that caused the shield's light to flicker.

In no time, the demon race cannon fodder legion at the forefront had already reached the cliff below the fortress defense line.

Their fearless bodies crashed into the spiritual energy shield like a tidal wave, producing dull thuds.

Above, a vast expanse of flying monsters pressed down on the fortress like dark clouds, blotting out the sun and dimming the light.

The demon race's first wave of attacks involved a massive number of troops, and the offensive was so frantic that it seemed to disregard the cost.

"Awwww..."

Suddenly, a terrifying, earth-shattering roar exploded across the heavens and earth, making people's eardrums ache and their blood surge.

Then a giant ape-like monster, over a thousand feet tall, strode forward from afar, covering dozens of miles in just a few leaps.

It rushed to the human defense line, then leaped high into the air and slammed down with tremendous force.

"Rumble..."

With a deafening roar, the outermost spiritual energy shield shattered like fragile glass, scattering countless fragments of spiritual light in all directions.

Upon seeing this, the Nascent Soul cultivators hovering above the fortress immediately retaliated without hesitation.

A dazzling array of magical techniques and artifacts, along with countless radiant magical treasures, shot into the sky like a meteor shower, raining down on the giant ape-like beast.

Although this giant ape demon beast had an incomparably strong physical body, comparable to a top-tier magic weapon, it could not withstand such a dense and saturating attack.

Its fur was charred and curled, and its flesh was torn open with deep wounds that exposed bone, with blood gushing out like a fountain.

It roared and tried to retaliate, but was suppressed by the continuous attacks and its movements gradually slowed down.

Finally, with a roar of resentment, its massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust. But it struggled to its feet and disappeared in a few leaps.

The giant ape demon beast had just disappeared when another rhinoceros demon beast, hundreds of feet tall, charged forward with a deafening roar.

Its massive beastly body moved as fast as lightning, instantly traversing dozens of miles, carrying a terrifying aura that could destroy the world, and crashed fiercely into the human defense line!

"Boom... Boom..."

The earth-shattering impacts rang out one after another, and the violent shockwave spread like a tsunami, shattering the two outermost spiritual energy shields of the defensive line, sending fragments of spiritual light flying everywhere.

However, this rhinoceros demon beast did not fare well either. As soon as it broke through the protective barrier, it was hit hard by a rain of Taoist magic and magical artifacts.

Its massive body was instantly covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds, from which blood gushed out; it was already covered in wounds.

However, the demon race's offensive did not stop. One after another, ninth-tier demon beasts charged towards the defensive line without fear of death, each one carrying a frenzied madness of mutual destruction.

The originally layered and impregnable spiritual energy shield was shattered and torn apart, like an onion being peeled layer by layer.

Before long, most of it was destroyed, and the crisis of the defense line was clearly visible.

On the plaza, Su Fan still stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly closed, seemingly oblivious to the fierce fighting on the front lines, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

His calm demeanor made Li Wuyai, Zheng Xinghuai, and the others beside him extremely anxious, like ants on a hot pan, with beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads.

"Senior brother, the defense line is about to break, when are we going to make a move...?"

Unable to contain himself, Li Wuyai asked again, his tone filled with anxiety.

Despite his shouts, Su Fan remained unmoved, simply uttering two words: "Wait."

The fierce fighting at the front line had already ignited the passion of the sword cultivators of the Polar Sword Pavilion. Sensing their masters' fighting spirit, the flying swords on their backs emitted buzzing sounds, as if they were thirsting to be drawn and drink blood.

Not only these "sword fanatics," but even the thunder cultivators of the Heavenly Thunder Palace were thrilled.

Lightning crackled around them, and they were all eager to fight, itching to rush onto the battlefield.

The fierce battle continued to escalate, and the corpses of monsters in front of the fortress defense line piled up higher and higher, already forming a mountain.

A thick, pungent stench of blood spread with the wind, mingling with gunpowder smoke and demonic energy, almost dyeing the entire world a chilling crimson.

(End of this chapter)