Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 187 The next generation is terrible
Beneath the cracked earth beneath their feet, thick, black demonic energy always rose from the crevices.

Some plants that thrive in such conditions possess incredible vitality, but they have also been distorted by the environment into individuals filled with malice towards any external activity.

They grow and mutate at an extremely fast rate, as if they could transform from a seed into a magical plant half the height of a person in just a few breaths.

The purplish-black thorns that entangled the ankles in the forest had twisted branches like skeletons and dripped corrosive sap from the edges of their leaves.

Following the instructions of the elders leading the Zhengyang Sect, Lin Jian's protective inner energy, which he had been keeping on his body, immediately sensed the attack from the outside. A faint light shimmered around Lin Jian's body, warning him that his body was under attack.

With a surge of golden metallic true energy, the Golden Spirit Body's counterattack instantly shattered the invasion of those demonic plants.

But that's just the environment...

This is also the situation that the three hundred Zhengyang Sect disciples present will face in the next month.

He made a sword incantation with his hands in the forest and flew swiftly on his sword.

Yun Feiyang used magic to escape and chased after him, shouting, "Wait for me!"

His mind was still pondering the meaning of that hum from the woods earlier.

What does "呵" mean?
Something doesn't sound right.

Are you questioning my status as a powerful Golden Core cultivator?

What's wrong with calling someone "junior disciple"?
Don't you know that you should use job titles in formal settings?
He instinctively followed through the woods but found it a bit difficult.

Ordinary cultivators' flying skills are no match for those of sword cultivators; flying on a sword is simply faster.

In a panic, he unleashed his inner energy to catch up, shouting, "Wait for me! I'm under orders to keep an eye on you!"

Fortunately, the entire Demon Rift battlefield looked vast and magnificent, with the boundless plains stretching endlessly into the distance.

But in reality, the sword-riding technique had just taken off in the forest, and its speed hadn't even reached its maximum, when it had already arrived at the heart of the battle.

It was an even darker rift, hanging high in the sky.

It resembles a horrifying scar, or a narrow, malevolent eye.

An even denser demonic aura flowed out from the crevice like a waterfall, cascading onto the earth and creating a bizarre, misty landscape.

Within the dense abyssal energy that surged down to the ground, countless demonic creatures emerged and roared as they charged outwards!

This is yet another wave of demonic energy...

The cultivators stationed in the Heavenly Abyss Demon Rift do not have to fight continuously for a whole month.

The invasions of demons from the Heavenly Abyss also follow their own rhythm.

In peaceful times, the four sects' cultivators stationed at the Heavenly Abyss Demon Rift might only encounter one or two demonic tides during their entire month-long stay.

Some lucky ones might not even encounter a single outbreak of demonic tides during their entire garrison period, and only need to perform basic tasks such as daily defense patrols.

The so-called outbreak now is simply the increased frequency of this demonic tide.

It happened three times... four times... even five or six times within a month!
The Immortal Sect and the Spirit Cloud Sect, who were stationed at the Heavenly Abyss Demon Rift just now, suffered a complete defeat and massive losses of manpower during the fifth demonic tide.

If the fifth demonic tide hadn't occurred, perhaps more than half of them would have survived.

And now... on the very day they were to evacuate, the sixth demonic tide has occurred! The garrison team from the Zheng Yang Sect and the Ping Ding Sect had just taken over the Tianyuan Demon Rift when they had to face the outbreak of this demonic tide!

"Quick! You all retreat to recover from your injuries, leave this to us!" The Zheng Yang Sect elder, who arrived first, shouted loudly, while simultaneously casting a spell to create a water curtain that protected everyone behind him.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The monster, resembling a giant ape, raised its fists and slammed them down. The seemingly thin layer of water curtain produced a muffled, earth-shaking roar upon impact, causing the ground beneath everyone's feet to tremble continuously.

The elders of the Immortal Sect and the Spirit Cloud Sect gritted their teeth and replied, "It's alright! We still have the strength to kill more for you!"

"You will have to stay here for another month. We will take as many people as we can in the end!"

Upon hearing this, the elder of the Zhengyang Sect did not say much. After a brief silence, he changed his hand seals and instantly cast several nourishing and restorative spells into the bodies of every frontline cultivator who was engaged in fierce battle.

The other four Golden Core cultivators from the Zhengyang Sect didn't waste any words and rushed into the formation, unleashing their spells. In an instant, all the elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth appeared, filling the sky with terrifying fireworks.

On the other side of the gap in the air, which resembled a demonic eye, cultivators from the Pingding Sect arrived in time to take over the Lingyun Sect's position, which was already showing signs of collapse.

The average strength of the disciples of the Lingyun Sect was already among the lowest of the four sects, and their methods of seclusion might be somewhat mysterious and difficult to discern among human cultivators.

But when facing the demons of the Heavenly Abyss, the most righteous and just power is the only way to end all evil.

Looking at the earth-shattering battlefield before him, Lin Jian felt a shock that rushed towards him.

How pitiful and pathetic is the power of an individual in such a great war between races?
Even elders at the Nascent Soul stage couldn't single-handedly withstand the full-scale assault of the demons.

If one does not possess absolutely extraordinary strength, how can one turn the tide in such a battle?
"What are you still waiting for?" Lin Jian suddenly turned his head and questioned Yun Feiyang.

"I'm ordered to protect you!" Yun Feiyang gritted his teeth.

"What do I have to protect?!" Lin Jian's eyes narrowed.

If my arrival is to become a drag on the Zhengyang Sect, then I would rather not have come at all.

"And what do I need to protect?" Lin Jian began to unleash his true energy, the small box in his arms vibrating slightly. "Do you really think that just because you've reached the Golden Core stage, you're stronger than me? Don't wait until there's a time when I have to come and save you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword case containing the swift and fleeting light suddenly leaped out of his arms.

The sword case lid is split in two along the center line, opening to the left and right sides.

Seven flying swords were built in and floated out of the air, growing larger as they faced the wind.

In an instant, seven flying swords of different shapes hung overhead in the forest. With a flick of the sword finger in the forest, the seven swords shot out and darted among the demons.

With the ultimate sharp metal energy, the seven flying swords sent the limbs of demons flying everywhere they went, and for a moment they even blocked a small part of the demons' attack.

Ordinary disciples neither dared to nor had the ability to rush directly to the deepest part of the forest.

In a battlefield dominated by Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators, the aura of a Foundation Establishment cultivator suddenly appeared.

Such a glaring change was obvious to all the powerful figures present, at least at the Golden Core stage. An elder of the Immortal Sect, taking a moment from the fierce battle to glance over, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes—

"These are the disciples of your Zhengyang Sect? Truly, the younger generation is to be feared!"

(End of this chapter)