Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

Beside the battle platform, Lin Zhao's parents stood quietly.

Lin Tianhui held a wooden puppet about a foot tall in his hands, which exuded the spiritual pressure of the early Foundation Establishment stage.

The eldest brother, Lin Tai, held the Fire Bow, his gaze never leaving his daughter on the stone platform.

Lin Zhao paused for a moment when he arrived at this spot during his inspection.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

Lin You pursed her lips and shook her head: "I'm not afraid."

Ye Xiaoxiao took a deep breath: "Master, we can hold on."

Lin Zhao didn't say anything, but simply reached out and pressed on each of their shoulders.

A wisp of true essence was transferred in, quickly merging into their meridians, stabilizing their somewhat unstable aura.

"Before the formation breaks, the demonic beasts will not be able to reach you." He left these words behind and turned to leave.

Lin You watched his retreating figure and suddenly shouted, "Uncle! Be careful too!"

Lin Zhao did not stop walking; he simply raised his hand and waved.

When the human monks began to act.

The demons in the distance also sensed the approaching demon nest and began to move. The roars of the beasts grew louder and closer, and the earth began to tremble faintly.

On the watchtower, my grandfather held onto the railing, his gaze sharp as an eagle's.

He was the only Foundation Establishment cultivator remaining in the lower formation; the other Foundation Establishment cultivators all had their own tasks.

Behind him, the messenger's voice tightened: "The demonic beasts are beginning to gather in large numbers! Hordes of beasts are moving in all four directions—east, south, west, and north—totaling...over 100,000!"

The patriarch remained silent for a few breaths, then slowly uttered two words:

"Prepare for war."

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The outermost detection array of the defensive line sent out the first violent fluctuations – the vanguard of the demonic beasts had reached fifty miles away.

Inside the main tent, Lin Shanhe looked at the sand table for the last time.

The red dots representing the demonic beasts surged from seven directions like a crimson tide, rushing towards the human defense line.

He raised his head, and all the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the tent focused their gazes on him. "According to the plan, Lin Zhao will attack Black Wind Valley, and the three of us will attack Crimson Flame Pool. The flying boat will take off, and the Foundation Establishment cultivators will take their positions."

The clan chief and Lin Zhao stood up at the same time and walked out of the tent.

On the distant horizon, one could already see the dust kicked up by the charging monster, and countless scarlet eyes within the dust.

Lin Zhao took off on his sword, a blue rainbow streaking across the night sky, shooting straight towards Black Wind Valley in the northwest.

Behind them, on the defensive line, five fiery arrays hummed simultaneously, and crimson spiritual light shot into the sky like five pillars of fire, separating the vast beast tide from the defensive line behind them.

The final battle begins.

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The terrain of Blackwind Valley resembles a long, narrow scar.

The valley entrance is about three miles wide, with steep cliffs on both sides, gradually narrowing as you go deeper.

Black gales swirl year-round at the bottom of the valley, whipping up sand and gravel and emitting sharp whistles—hence the name "Black Wind Valley".

As Lin Zhao hovered above the valley entrance, the sight below caused his pupils to shrink slightly.

The valley was teeming with first-tier demonic beasts. From a large number of "Wind Howling Wolves," "Shadow Claw Sables," and "Black Armored Snakes," to a few "Ironclad Rhinoceroses" and "Crimson Flame Tigers," the species were mixed and the numbers were astonishing.

The herd of beasts was restless, and the dust they kicked up mixed with the black wind from the valley floor, forming a hazy fog that obscured the scene deep within the valley.

But three exceptionally fierce auras, like torches in the darkness, were present at the deepest part of the valley, where the three Foundation Establishment demonic beasts resided.

Lin Zhao did not hesitate.

With a flick of his left hand, the Three Flames Fan, which had taken him half a year to forge, appeared in his palm.

The fan is two feet long, with dark red ribs and a surface woven from red, gold, and blue spiritual feathers. The patterns on each feather spontaneously exhale and exhale spiritual energy.

He unleashed his full power, his inner energy surging like a river, flowing through his meridians into the fan.

"Crimson Flames"

He uttered those four words calmly.

The fan is gently swayed.

"boom--!!!"

It was as if the spiritual energy of the entire valley had been instantly detonated! The three-colored spiritual light on the fan surface surged, and the crimson, gold, and cyan flames surged like a burst dam.

Flames poured out from the edge of the fan! The flames intertwined, rolled, and expanded in the air, covering a hundred-foot radius in the blink of an eye, swallowing up the densely packed beasts at the valley entrance!

But it's not over yet.

Lin Zhao flicked his wrist, and the fan swung a second time. This time, the three-colored spirit feathers on the fan simultaneously emitted a dazzling light.

Three blurry bird phantoms emerged from the flames—the Crimson Feathered Eagle was mighty, the Sky-Burning Sparrow was agile, and the Flame Falcon was swift! The three bird phantoms cried out as they plunged into the sea of ​​fire, and with a flap of their wings, they actually drew the originally disordered flames to begin to rotate and converge!

The black winds from the valley floor were swept in by the raging fire; the wind fanned the flames, and the fire borrowed the wind's power—

A fiery tornado, over fifty feet in diameter, reaching from the gray clouds above to the rock strata below, suddenly took shape at the mouth of the valley!

Wherever the fire tornado passed, vegetation turned to ash and rocks crumbled. The low-level demonic beasts caught in it didn't even have time to scream before being torn to pieces by the high temperature and wind pressure, then engulfed by the flames and turned into countless scattered specks of light.

The lucky monsters on the edge howled and scattered in panic, only to be trampled and rammed by the horde of beasts surging from behind, turning the scene into chaos.

With just this one attack, over a thousand monsters at the valley entrance were killed or wounded, and the stench of burning flesh mixed with the smell of blood rose into the sky.

The fire tornado continued its advance deeper into the valley, like a raging fire dragon, ready to crush everything in its path.

"roar--!!!"

From the depths of the valley, three furious roars exploded simultaneously! The roars contained the power of Foundation Establishment demonic beasts, causing the flames at the tip of the fire tornado to flicker!

The next moment, three enormous black shadows rose into the air from the bottom of the valley and rushed straight at the fire tornado!

Leading the pack was a jet-black "Black Wind Winged Tiger" with two wings on its back. It was nearly ten zhang long and had a wingspan of over twenty zhang. Its body was shrouded in tangible black gales—a peak early Foundation Establishment cultivator, comparable to a mid-stage cultivator.

On the left is a "Rock-Armored Giant Bear" covered in thick rock armor, leaping across the rock face, each step causing the rocks to crack.

On the right is a "Corrosive Poisonous Azure Python" as thick as a water vat and more than 20 zhang long. Its mouth is open, spewing out dark green poisonous mist, which makes a strange hissing sound when it comes into contact with the flames.

The three Foundation Establishment level demonic beasts have chosen to join forces to attack!

The Black Wind Winged Tiger flapped its wings wildly, and dozens of black spiritual energy condensed into wind blades, slashing down on the core of the fire tornado.

The rock-armored giant bear slammed its paws on the ground, causing several stone walls to rise up and forcefully block the flames from advancing.

The venomous green python spewed out venomous mist incessantly, corroding the fire tornado and creating gaps in its surface.

With the combined power of the three beasts, the once invincible fire tornado began to tremble violently, and the flames on its surface continuously dissipated.

After a stalemate of about ten breaths, the fire tornado finally gave way and exploded with a bang!

"Bang—!!!"

Firelight streaked across the sky like a rain of meteors, turning half the valley crimson.

Burning rubble, charred animal carcasses, and still-burning fireballs, mixed with the black gales and poisonous mist scattered by the explosions, intertwined in the air to form a chaotic rain of deathly fire.

In that moment of flying flames and most chaotic vision—Lin Zhao moved.

His figure vanished like a ghost, and in the next instant he appeared thirty feet behind the venomous python. He pointed his right hand forward, fingers joined like a sword.

Three thin black lines silently pierced through the raging flames, shooting towards the three vital points of the Corrosive Poisonous Serpent: its seven inches, its head, and its inner core!

Breaking the Law Needle!