I established the Eternal Immortal Clan by taming beasts.

More than three hundred azure dragons, like a winding silver river, cascaded down from the sky.

The morning light danced and refracted on their deep blue scales, dyeing the entire sky with a layer of flowing shimmer.

Each scale was like a polished mirror, reflecting the faces below that were looking up at them.

Their bodies are long and elegant, their whiskers sway gently in the wind, and each tail swish leaves a pale blue trail of light behind them.

It was an almost ostentatious composure, as if they weren't heading to a battlefield, but rather on a grand parade, their demeanor perfectly captured.

They hovered in the air, forming a huge arc array that covered the entire sky with a layer of dark blue shadows, exuding an aura of power that was almost indistinguishable from that of dragons.

The pressure wasn't heavy, but it surged in continuously like a tide, making the air feel heavy and causing everyone who looked up to gaze at it to unconsciously slow their breathing.

The garrison soldiers gripped their weapons tightly and involuntarily took a few steps back.

Someone bumped into their companion behind them while backing up, but no one complained.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the vast expanse of deep blue sky that was spreading out, and even their breathing became cautious, as if they had disturbed something.

Someone opened their mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound, as if something was blocking their throat;

Some people's spears clattered to the ground, but they didn't even notice. They just stared blankly up at the magnificent scene in the sky, their eyes following the swirling figures.

"What is that?" A young monk's voice trembled as he couldn't believe his eyes.

"My God, a dragon?" The old cultivator beside him trembled with an indescribable sense of awe.

He had seen many spirit beasts, and had hunted at least a hundred demon beasts on the outskirts of the Fulong Mountains, but he had never seen such a large group of dragons appear at the same time.

Those dragons that occasionally appear in the market and are enough to make major families fight tooth and nail are now circling hundreds above his head.

"No way, the Lin family has cultivated so many dragon-like spirit beasts?" Another cultivator's voice was full of disbelief. His gaze swept over the Cangming Jiaos and then looked at his palm, as if repeatedly confirming whether he was dreaming.

What did they see?

Flood dragon!

Not three, not thirty, but more than three hundred dragons in a group.

Most of the people present were former rogue cultivators who hunted demons, and they all had some knowledge of demonic beasts.

Which mythical beast is the rarest?

The answer is dragon-like monsters.

Because they are all synonymous with power, and have almost no rivals among their peers.

Those slender bodies conceal terrifying power.

Generally speaking, only top-tier body-refining cultivators can contend with them in terms of strength.

But besides their strong physical bodies, what's most unreasonable about dragon-type spirit beasts is their powerful magical abilities.

Those talents come from the depths of one's bloodline; they require no learning or comprehension, they are innate, like breathing.

The combination of these two abilities has brought about a qualitative change in their combat power.

If they possessed a second-tier dragon, they wouldn't be afraid to face four or five monsters of the same tier.

Of course, if we ask what weaknesses the dragons have, given how powerful they are?

Naturally, this results in slower childbirth.

They often only give birth to one offspring every few years, making it difficult for the clan to expand.

Of course, there is another drawback for them: they are too expensive, so expensive that independent cultivators simply cannot afford them.

The occasional appearance of a young dragon on the market can cost a Foundation Establishment family enough to bankrupt them, and powerful families will fight tooth and nail for it.

But what did they see now?

At least three hundred dragons were circling in the air.

The oppressive feeling was no less shocking than the mountain of spirit turtles in front of him, and even surpassed them in terms of momentum.

Because the spirit tortoise is silent, profound, and as steady as the earth itself;

The dragon is fluid, sharp, and as fierce as a blade slicing through the sky.

Although the Cangming Jiao Legion are still all Jiao, not Jiaolong that have completed their transformation into dragons, their combat power is still incomparable to that of ordinary spirit beasts.

But this is still not the end.

Behind the horde of Cangming dragons, at the juncture of earth and sky, a golden tide was surging in.

That was the Golden Lion Beast Clan.

Hundreds of golden lion beasts surged out from the direction of Qingze, their steps orderly and heavy, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Their bodies are covered with golden scales, which look like flowing molten gold in the morning light. Each scale undulates as they run, refracting tiny specks of light, like a moving golden galaxy.

They formed a square formation, pressing towards the crowd from the left flank, like a giant golden blade about to be drawn from its sheath. Their sharpness could be felt from a great distance, like the scorching sun burning their skin.

Most of the cultivators present did not recognize this kind of spirit beast.

Their forms are so unique, possessing the majesty of a lion, the scales of a dragon, and an indescribable ancient aura.

The golden scales gleamed warmly in the sunlight, and each step they took was accompanied by a steady rhythm. Judging from their appearance and their aura, their strength was definitely not to be underestimated.

This is not over yet.

There are also two spirit beast legions on the right flank.

Hundreds of giant frogs and bright red carp appeared at the same time.

The ancient bell patterns on the backs of those giant frogs gleamed with a soft golden light in the morning, like bronze bells frozen in time and inlaid on their spines.

They lined up in formation at the edge, the patterns on their backs flashing in and out, as if some invisible force was accumulating within them, each flash causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

The scales of the crimson fire carp flying in mid-air shimmered with a crimson light in the firelight, like burning glass, leaving trails of tiny sparks in the air.

Each leap of theirs stirs up a blast of scorching air, leaving brief, wound-like red arcs in the morning light that instantly make one feel hot all over and are clearly not to be trifled with.

Those were the two spirit beast groups: the Green Cattail Toad and the Crimson Fiery Carp.

These two spirit beasts already had a certain number of members, and they had been breeding and growing in the Qingxuan Secret Realm for more than 30 years without worrying about food and drink. In addition, the time in the secret realm was accelerated, so their numbers were also enough to fight.

These spirit beast species are the foundation that Lin Che has accumulated over the years.

Over the years, the Lin family has developed from Shattered Star Lake to Hundred Herbs Valley and finally to Green Marsh, along with the cultivation of a large number of spirit beasts.

Behind Lingcao Valley, towards the towering cliffs and precipitous mountains, a patch of emerald green clouds is approaching.

To everyone's surprise, there was still one.

Those guards who had thought the spirit beast legion had ended there had now completely given up on counting.

They simply looked up, watching the emerald green clouds grow closer and larger, like a falling sky, dyeing all the light in varying shades of emerald.

"It's a Jade-Eyed Eagle! It must be a Jade-Eyed Eagle clan bred by the Lin family!" A garrison soldier who was preparing to exchange his battle merits for a Jade-Eyed Eagle suddenly realized, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

That's right, it's the Lin family's best-selling and most well-developed combat spirit beast breed—the Azure-eyed Eagle.

Thousands of Azure-Eyed Eagles flew in from the direction of Spirit Herb Valley, their wings spread like sails, their emerald eyes gleaming sharply in the morning light, like thousands of ignited emeralds.

Their feathers display a gradient of colors from dark green to emerald blue under the sunlight, and each flap of their wings leaves behind flowing streaks of light, as if weaving a flowing net in the sky.

Although they weren't as imposing as the dragons, their sheer numbers completely overwhelmed them.

The oppressive feeling brought by the three thousand Azure-Eyed Eagles densely covering the sky was no less than that brought by the beast tide outside the city!

The flock of eagles circled below the swarm of Cangming dragons, forming a second aerial array that intertwined and overlapped, covering the entire sky with a flowing green and deep blue hue.

One eagle might not feel much, but when three thousand eagles flap their wings at the same time, the sound is like the mountain wind blowing through the forest, carrying a continuous whistling sound that is amplified countless times.

This is the number Lin Che had left as a backup plan.

It should be noted that the Lin family's original Azure-Eyed Eagle population originated from the Blue-Eyed Eagle population bred by Lin Che in the secret realm.

At that time, only a few hundred were taken out as a breeding group. The rest have been breeding continuously for more than 30 years, especially the Azure Sky Eagles after their bloodline was upgraded. There are very few of them here.

Following closely behind them were petrified lizards, a group of affordable combat spirit beasts bred by the Lin family.

Those colossal beasts, with bodies as large as rocks and skin as hard as stone, strode out from behind the mountain ridge with heavy steps, appearing as a moving sea of ​​rocks as far as the eye could see.

Although they are not as strong as the other spirit beasts, their numbers are definitely the largest, totaling five thousand!

Five thousand petrified lizards formed a square formation and silently pressed down on the battlefield, like a spreading layer of rock covering the earth with a dark gray texture, as if even the color of the ground had been changed by them.

Looking at the army of over ten thousand spirit beasts before them, everyone present finally understood the source of the Lin family's confidence.

Those eyes that were originally filled with panic were now filled with shock and a kind of ignited heat, which intertwined with the roars, growls and flapping wings of the spirit beasts, forming a scorching sound wave that shook the morning mist apart.

Lin Xuanjing, standing at the very front, knew the time had come.

He continued calmly, his voice cutting through the surging roar of the beasts, reaching clearly into everyone's ears: "This spirit beast legion is the Lin family's trump card! Don't forget, the Lin family's greatest skill is beast taming!"

Upon hearing this, the garrison soldiers present were somewhat dazed.

In recent years, the Lin family has been developing rapidly, but apart from selling some spirit beasts, they haven't shown this aspect, which has made them almost forget that the foundation that the Lin family has shown from the beginning is beast taming!

From the spirit turtle territory of Shattered Star Lake to the spirit beast ranch in Qingze, and then to the spirit beast trading company in Burning Bone City, everything the Lin family has shown is rooted in the word "beast taming".

Back then, Master Lin shocked everyone with his Crimson Flame Tiger on the arena in Chuyang City, a memory that remains vivid to this day.

They stood below the stage, watching the giant tiger, its body entirely crimson and its mane like fire, roar on the arena, and watching how the young patriarch used a spirit beast to subdue the entire Chuyang City.

I never imagined that after so many years, the Lin family would have grown to such a terrifying level.

Standing at the front of the garrison, Li Yunqing of the Li family and Zhou Wanhai of the Zhou family exchanged a glance and couldn't help but smile at each other.

Both of them were there back then, standing below the arena, and were eyewitnesses to Master Lin establishing his authority.

Now, those memories overlap with the scene before my eyes, like a painting being continuously magnified, deepened, and supplemented with details, transforming from a single line into a magnificent panorama.

"From the very first day our Lin family established ourselves in Chuyang City, we never considered fleeing!" Lin Xuanjing's voice rose several decibels, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, its edge gleaming in the morning light. "From the very beginning of our clan's founding, we have been preparing for the beast tide! This spirit beast legion before us is the best proof of that!"

"Please have faith in the Lin family. Believe that we can defend Chuyang City, and believe that the Lin family will continue to lead you forward!"

As he spoke, Lin Xuanjing raised his spear, its tip gleaming coldly in the morning light. His voice, along with the spear tip, pointed towards the surging tide of beasts: "So what if they're demonic beasts? So what if they outnumber us? We've all slain demonic beasts before! In a narrow encounter… the brave shall prevail!"

The initial panic in everyone's hearts has now been replaced by a burning, ignited fighting spirit.

With this spirit beast legion as their backing, they saw hope for survival once again.

The silent gazes of those enormous spirit turtles, the powerful bodies of those dragons, the dazzling gold of those golden lion beasts, and the sharp eyes of those emerald-eyed eagles—every single gaze silently tells them, "We are not alone!"

Everyone present was a cultivator.

What are cultivators? They are those who defy the heavens!

As long as there is hope, no one will give up!

"When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave shall prevail!" someone shouted first, their voice trembling slightly, but the trembling carried a burning passion.

"Fuck him!" another man chimed in, his voice rough and loud, like the beating of a war drum.

"So what if it's a demon beast? I've killed countless of them. Bring it on!" An old cultivator gripped a long sword in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly in the morning light, reflecting the long-lost sharpness that had rekindled in his eyes.

Those sounds went from scattered to a chorus, and from a chorus to a torrent, echoing, converging, and surging within the city walls.

The entire defensive force of Chuyang City was reignited at this moment, burning into a scorching flame that could never be extinguished.

Lin Xuanjing stood at the front of the line, his gaze sweeping over the faces that were being reignited by the spirit beast legion, and a smile finally appeared on his lips.

He turned around and looked at the dark barrier outside the city that was being impacted. His loud voice clearly reached everyone's ears, firm and sharp, like the first beat of a war drum.

"All battalions, form ranks—we prepare to march out of the city to meet the enemy!"