Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

Those early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators who managed to escape the inferno were now almost powerless to fight back.

The cultivator, who couldn't even stand steadily for ten minutes, was swept up by the fire dragon and turned to ashes.

The remaining forty or so lay sprawled on the ground, their eyes vacant, their bodies trembling, almost completely incapacitated.

Of the dozen or so Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, almost all were injured and their mana was disordered; fewer than five were able to move.

From the moment the Demon Needle of Breaking the Law was used to the moment the Three Absolute Demon Drums were used to finish the attack, it took no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Lin Zhao stood atop the Four-Element Yinglong, breathing slightly heavily.

His internal magical energy was almost depleted.

But deep within his dantian, the Thunder Gathering Pool was spinning wildly, continuously transforming the stored spiritual energy into magical power, which he poured into his nearly depleted supernatural abilities.

He raised his head and looked ahead.

Those ten late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators had ashen faces.

They were entangled by the two giant dragons, watching helplessly as their men fell one by one, unable to break free.

The Stegosaurus and Thunder Dragon attacked like madmen, sparing no effort and giving them no chance to come to their aid.

"Kill this man first!" someone roared. "Break his magic domain, and these spells will naturally dissipate!"

The ten men exchanged glances, then exerted their strength simultaneously, enduring the attacks of the two dragon-shaped figures as they charged towards Lin Zhao!

The Stegosaurus and Thunder Dragon attacked and tore at each other frantically, but the ten late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators fought desperately, using more than ten magical artifacts to block them in turn, and finally broke through the encirclement.

They were only a hundred feet away from Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao looked at them calmly.

Beneath its feet, the Four-Element Yinglong spread its wings and retreated instead of advancing.

The Stegosaurus and Thunder Dragon circled behind, then suddenly charged up and aimed at the last two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators—and swooped down!

A flash of silver sword light!

The late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator screamed as he was sliced ​​into countless pieces, his blood raining down.

The purple lightning bolt crashed down!

The other person was charred black and fell from mid-air, dying before even hitting the ground.

The remaining eight people's expressions changed drastically, but it was too late to turn around.

They gritted their teeth and continued their march towards Lin Zhao—

Lin Zhao flipped his left hand, and the Eight Desolations Ancient Seal flew out of his hand.

The small seal swelled in the wind, transforming into a phantom like a small mountain in the blink of an eye, crashing down on the late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator at the forefront!

"boom--!"

The man didn't even have time to scream before he was smashed into a cloud of blood mist, his flesh mixed with blood raining down on the ground.

At the same time, the Azure Lotus Sword was drawn.

A clear, melodious sword cry resounded through the sky, and the sword light, like a rainbow, slashed towards another person.

The man hurriedly raised a shield to shield himself—

"Snap!"

The sword flashed and struck the shield, shattering it instantly.

The sword light, its momentum undiminished, sliced ​​through the man's body.

Blood rained down.

In the blink of an eye, four of the ten late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators were dead.

The remaining six finally stopped.

Behind them, the Stegosaurus and Thunder Dragon had already turned around, blocking their retreat to the left and right.

Below, among those who had collapsed to the ground at the mid-stage and early-stage Foundation Establishment levels, some struggled to get up, some were still convulsing, and some had already died completely.

Corpses lay strewn across the fields, and blood flowed like rivers.

They hovered in mid-air, their faces pale and their bodies trembling, staring at Lin Zhao as if he were a monster.

In just a quarter of an hour, Lin Zhao killed twenty early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, nine mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, and four late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, totaling more than thirty Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Lin Zhao stood on Yinglong's back, her body swirling with spiritual energy, her clothes fluttering even without wind.

He looked down at the six late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, his gaze as indifferent as if he were looking at six ants.

Those who surrender will not be killed.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

The six late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and struggle.

Someone opened their mouth, as if to say something—

Suddenly, a deafening clap of thunder echoed across the distant horizon!

Rumble—!!

Everyone instinctively looked up.

More than ten miles away, a lightning field covering several miles was expanding wildly! Purple and white lightning intertwined into a net, turning the entire sky purple.

In the center of the lightning field, two figures could be vaguely seen fighting fiercely. Each collision created a shockwave, and the ground could be felt shaking even here.

It was Yan Chiheng and that leader of the Jiexiu.

The leader of the tribulation cultivators clearly sensed the situation here as well—he let out an angry roar, unleashing his full power, trying to break through the lightning domain and join up with these people.

But Yan Chiheng was not about to give him a chance.

The lightning domain suddenly contracted, and countless bolts of lightning converged into a giant lightning hammer, which smashed down!

boom--!!

The leader of the treacherous cultivators screamed as he plummeted into a low mountain, kicking up clouds of dust.

The lightning field continued to expand, and the thunder grew louder and louder.

If an ordinary cultivator had reached this stage, they would have already knelt down and begged for mercy.

The six late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators on the opposing side were not ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

They were actually representatives sent by the major powers of the three dynasties.

Some of them were even members of forces that had reached the Core Formation stage; they had no way out.

Such a person, even if he dies in battle, should not surrender.

If you surrender, your own death is a minor matter; your family, sect, and power will all be implicated.

So they chose to land and join the remaining dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators. The six of them stood at the front, their gazes fixed on Lin Zhao.

There was only one complex emotion—resolute determination.

"That's interesting," Lin Zhao said softly.

Lin Zhao saw that after the six people landed, one of them took something out of his storage bag.

It was a fist-sized, blood-red pearl. The pearl was entirely blood-red, and countless blood threads seemed to be moving inside. The aura it emitted made Lin Zhao's heart tremble.

The Tier 2 Supreme War Artifact – Formation-Breaking Blood Bead – is a special artifact designed to break through formation barriers.

These cultivators, as expected of the black gloves of the three great dynasties, do indeed have some resources.

Lin Zhao withdrew his gaze and looked down.

The four dragons beneath his feet and the Thunder Gathering Pool within his body were still operating, with spiritual energy continuously flowing into his body to replenish the mana that had been almost depleted after he released a powerful spell.

At this moment, Lin Zhao had already dispelled the magical fire tornado and put away the Three Flames Fan and the Three Absolute Demon Drum.

His mana was greatly depleted. After unleashing six powerful attacks in succession, his mana was exhausted once again. Fortunately, the spirit pool within his body continuously replenished his mana.

There was a moment of silence between the two sides. In just a quarter of an hour, more than twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators on the side of the Tribulation Cultivator died, but Lin Zhao seemed to be unaffected.

Even though they still had nearly sixty Foundation Establishment cultivators left, they had little confidence in defeating Lin Zhao.

But they had no way out. Having embarked on the path of calamity, there was no turning back.

More than fifty Foundation Establishment cultivators simultaneously poured their mana into the crimson orb. The orb immediately began absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy, and countless blood vessels within it swirled wildly, emitting increasingly powerful fluctuations—

As the blood bead absorbed spiritual energy, Lin Zhao felt his domain slowly loosening.