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Just as Nezha and the quasi-holy bishop were fighting in the sky, causing the heavens and earth to collapse and the laws of nature to be in chaos.

In the central area of ​​Starfall City, a plaza that had been temporarily cleared out.

Li Wuyou and more than ten other immortals and gods, all at the early stage of the Heavenly Immortal realm, were on high alert, forming a tight defensive circle.

At the center of their encirclement was a simple-looking wooden house, where the specially made dharma body created by Qin Le was quietly placed.

Don't underestimate this wooden house. Although its exterior is inconspicuous, its interior is expanded by an ingenious spatial array, making its actual area quite large. It can be described as a miniature Daoist cultivation ground.

Li Wuyou's divine sense always covered the entire city. His eyes suddenly narrowed, and he warned in a deep voice, "They're here."

The dozen or so immortals surrounding him tensed up instantly, their natal magic weapons quietly appearing in their hands, and array patterns faintly appearing beneath their feet.

The next moment, more than a hundred figures shrouded in chaotic energy appeared in the square. The dozen or so leading figures had an exceptionally strong aura, and as their chaotic energy surged, they exuded a pressure comparable to that of a Golden Immortal!

However, Li Wuyou and the others showed no fear.

Before the war, all civilians in the city had been urgently relocated to the most secure underground shelters.

At this moment, they were circulating the Myriad Spirits Returning Formation beneath their feet, and strands of pure spiritual energy were converging from the direction of the refuge, blessing each of them.

Although it cannot immediately grant them the true Golden Immortal Dao Fruit, it is enough to temporarily elevate their combat power to a level where they can contend with these traitorous Golden Immortals.

As Li Wuyou's gaze swept across the traitor's camp, it suddenly locked onto a man dressed in black, and an uncontrollable rage instantly surged within him:

"Zhou Ling! You traitorous scoundrel who betrayed your master and ancestors! Today, I will cleanse the Confucian school of its corruption!"

The man in black, referred to as Zhou Ling, merely scoffed disdainfully, "Purge the sect? Li Wuyou, you think you can do that? We'll see if you have the ability!"

"Let's do it!"

Without further ado, Li Wuyou gave an order and transformed into a sharp blade of light, rushing straight at Zhou Ling!

He was determined to kill this former fellow disciple who had now become a traitor.

Even if we cannot completely destroy its true spirit, we must severely injure it today, so that it will be unable to wreak havoc on the Three Realms for hundreds of years!

As soon as the order was given, the other dozen or so immortals and gods also sprang into action.

They cooperated seamlessly, advancing and retreating strategically. They used supernatural powers to bombard from a distance or used magical artifacts to intercept at close range. In a short time, through their formations and teamwork, they managed to keep more than a hundred traitors outside the wooden house, preventing them from getting close.

A fierce battle erupted instantly, with the roar of laws colliding with chaotic energy and the clang of magical artifacts striking each other filling the air.

The battle lasted for about ten minutes.

Despite the excellent teamwork of Li Wuyou and his group, the traitors ultimately had an absolute numerical advantage, and more than ten of them were Golden Immortal-level fighters who were not just for show.

The defenders' formation began to be gradually squeezed, and their coordination became somewhat sluggish, causing the situation to slowly tilt in an unfavorable direction.

Just then, a cold glint flashed in Li Wuyou's eyes as he secretly transmitted his voice to his two closest companions.

The next moment, the three of them suddenly surged with power, each preparing a killing move!

Their opponents instinctively became alert and prepared to respond to their respective attacks.

However, to the surprise of all the traitors, especially Zhou Ling, these three deadly moves strangely merged into a destructive torrent at the last moment, all crashing down on Zhou Ling alone!

Zhou Ling's pupils shrank sharply. He hastily mobilized all his chaotic energy to protect himself, but how could he withstand the combined attack of three opponents of the same level?

"No--!"

With a desperate roar, Zhou Ling's physical body, along with the protective chaotic energy, instantly disintegrated, turning into a large mass of chaotic energy that dissipated.

Its divine soul was directly shredded and completely annihilated!

"Zhou Ling!" A traitor exclaimed in shock and anger.

However, the leaders remained calm and composed despite the loss of their companion.

They keenly seized the opportunity—Li Wuyou and the other two joined forces to kill Zhou Ling, and two obvious gaps immediately appeared in their original defensive line!

"Now! Charge in!" a Golden Immortal-level traitor roared.

The two Golden Immortal traitors, who had temporarily lost their opponents, did not hesitate to feint and move around the obstacle like ghosts, rushing straight for the small wooden house!

boom!

Click!

The protective array on the outer layer of the wooden house was shattered under the full force of the two Golden Immortal-level traitors. The wooden door was torn to shreds by the airflow, and the two figures flashed and disappeared into the wooden house.

Seeing this, Li Wuyou and the others did not try to turn around and intercept them. Instead, they launched an even fiercer attack, holding the remaining traitors outside tightly to prevent them from sending more people in to provide support.

With the enemy losing three core combatants, the pressure on Li Wuyou's side was greatly reduced. The original decline was reversed, and the dozen or so people cooperated more and more smoothly, making the traitors outside somewhat flustered.

Li Wuyou seized the opportunity and used the same trick again, cooperating with another companion to beat a female traitor in red, causing her to vomit blood and fly backward, severely injured.

Unfortunately, the opponent learned from Zhou Ling's mistake and was extremely wary. At the crucial moment, he used a secret technique to withstand the attack and failed to kill him in one blow.

After a while, a muffled thud and violent fluctuations of chaotic energy came from inside the wooden house.

Immediately afterwards, of the two Golden Immortal traitors who had rushed in earlier, only one rushed out.

He looked extremely disheveled, with a hole the size of a bowl torn open in his chest, the edges of which showed signs of being burned by flames, and chaotic energy was constantly flowing out of it, attempting to repair it but with little success.

His face was deathly pale, but his eyes held a hint of mad triumph. He suddenly raised something in his hand—it was the faceless clay figure!

"Got it!" he yelled hoarsely. "Get out of here! Get out of here now!"

As he shouted, he forcefully activated his remaining power and rushed toward the other traitorous old man who was closest to him, shoving his Dharma body into the other man's hand.

However, the moment he finished the handover, Li Wuyou and his men launched their second coordinated attack, which they had been preparing for a long time!

boom--!

The dazzling divine light of the laws and the power of the magical artifacts instantly engulfed the already critically injured and dying traitor.

Before he could even utter another sound, he followed in Zhou Ling's footsteps, his body completely disintegrating into chaotic energy.

"Walk!"

The old man who received the Dharma body gave the order without hesitation.

Immediately, the remaining hundred-plus traitors abandoned their fighting and used their escape techniques to flee frantically out of the city.

"Chase!" Li Wuyou shouted, leading his men in pursuit.

They pursued the traitors relentlessly, inflicting varying degrees of injuries on many of them, but ultimately failed to save any of their lives.

Seeing that the opponent had completely escaped the coverage of the Starfall City formation, Li Wuyou decisively raised his hand: "Stop! There's no need to chase anymore."

The group stopped, staring at the rapidly disappearing point of light in the distance, their expressions complex.

"Unfortunately... in the end, we still couldn't hold on."

A woman dressed in a light blue fairy dress looked at the empty wooden house entrance, her tone filled with resentment and helplessness.

Li Wuyou wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled, "It's already a pretty good result that we managed to leave three 'Golden Immortal' level individuals alive. Our men only suffered minor injuries."

He was right. All of the dozen or so guardians were injured, but they were mostly minor injuries and could recover with a little rest.

On the other hand, the traitors not only lost three core members, but most of those who escaped also suffered serious injuries.

An elderly woman with gray hair sighed deeply, her voice aged and weary: "In the end... it's still because we don't have enough manpower..."

These words silenced everyone once again.

If there were three or four more Celestial Immortals, the defensive perimeter would be even more secure, and the traitors would have no chance of breaking through so easily. They might even be able to be surrounded.

If another true Golden Immortal could be stationed here... I'm afraid none of these hundred-plus traitors would be able to leave alive.

But reality doesn't offer "what ifs".

The battlefront in the Celestial Realm is long and tense at every turn. Every high-end combat force is like a nail driven into a key position, making them difficult to mobilize.

This predicament of being strapped for cash has lasted far too long.

Li Wuyou shook his head, temporarily suppressing the feeling of helplessness: "Don't think about it too much. The most urgent thing is to go check on the people in the shelter. Activating the Ten Thousand Spirits Return Formation will take a toll on them, and we can't let anyone push themselves too hard and cause a problem."

The group nodded and turned to fly towards the city's refuge.

As for the terrifying fluctuations still echoing high in the sky outside the city?

They were well aware of their own limitations—that was not a battlefield they could interfere with; simply getting close would result in them being crushed to death by the aftershocks of that quasi-saint level battle.

The gap in strength can sometimes be so disheartening.

High above the city, the battle between Nezha and the Green-Clad Bishop was nearing its end. With the support of the Starfall City formation, Nezha had firmly gained the upper hand.

The Green Cardinal had lost an arm, and her body bore seven or eight wounds from the Universe Ring and the Fire-Tipped Spear, burning with an inextinguishable Samadhi True Fire that constantly hindered the repair of the chaotic energy, leaving her in a sorry state.

As soon as she received a telepathic message from her subordinate confirming that the Dharma body had been obtained, she immediately had the idea of ​​retreating.

"Nezha! I will remember this grudge!"

She uttered a harsh remark, and the chaotic energy around her suddenly exploded, causing her to rapidly flee into the void.

If the fight continues, she really risks being killed by Nezha. Although her true spirit can be resurrected if it stays in the palace, it will take a long time to recover and the cost will be huge.

Even with these injuries, it will take at least a year and a half of rest and recuperation for him to fully recover.

Nezha did not give chase, but simply looked in the direction where the green-robed bishop had disappeared and couldn't help but sigh:

"Sigh... When will you send me more help... Even a Golden Immortal would be helpful."

If there were another fighter, even if it was just a Golden Immortal, the two of them working together would make it impossible for the Green-Clad Bishop to escape tonight; he would at least die once.

But the reality is, he can only watch the cooked duck fly away.