Simultaneous Time Travel: Only I am left dead?

Deep within the mine, before the mountain of spirit stones.

"How much has this been packed? It's less than a tenth! Hurry up, all of you!" Lu Tianmeng's eyes turned red as he looked at the mountain of wealth, and he kept urging his men on.

Just then, a disciple stumbled in, his face deathly pale, shouting, "Boss! Something terrible has happened! It's a warning signal! Outside... outside is full of demonic cultivators! The demonic army is attacking!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples who were frantically stuffing spirit stones into their storage bags froze in unison, exchanging bewildered glances, and the atmosphere instantly turned icy.

"What's the panic!" Lü Tianmeng shouted sternly, grabbing the disciple who had brought the news and pulling him over. "You, go and collect the spirit stones too!"

Having said that, he turned to Xuan Le, who was standing to the side fanning himself with a folding fan and whose face was ashen: "Brother Xuan Le, now that the demonic path has launched a full-scale attack, those idiots outside definitely can't hold out. What do you think?"

Xuan Le slammed the folding fan shut: "There are no outsiders here, so it's all up to Brother Lü to make the decisions."

Lu Tianmeng sneered, "If it really is the main force of the demonic path, the hastily put-together Four Fiends Formation above definitely won't last even half an hour. But if we withdraw everyone now, the formation will collapse instantly. We won't even have time to escape. Someone has to stay behind to cover the rear and stabilize the formation."

Xuan Le sighed and said in a feigned tone, "When the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken. But if the two of us and our trusted confidants all retreat, the morale of the army above will surely be thrown into chaos, and we're afraid they'll collapse immediately."

"That's right." A ruthless glint flashed in Lü Tianmeng's eyes. "Then... you and I will each pick one person to stay up there, and say we're setting up defenses down below. That way, they won't get suspicious. And..."

He glanced at the mountain of spirit stones: "The fewer people there are, the more we get."

Immediately, he pointed to several disciples whose faces showed fear: "You, and you, take two boxes of spirit stones up there, and say they're for charging the magic array!"

Then, Lü Tianmeng tossed several storage bags filled with top-grade spirit stones to Xuan Le: "It's a deal, two for five."

Then, as if dismissing a beggar, he tossed a mid-grade spirit stone to the disciple who had delivered the message.

The disciple looked at the mountain of spirit stones at his feet, then at the pitiful single spirit stone in his hand, and his expression was worse than crying.

"What? Still not satisfied?" Lu Tianmeng's eyes turned cold, and he unleashed the power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"No...no! Whatever the boss says goes!" The disciple trembled with fear and scrambled to follow the unlucky guys upstairs.

......

Outside the mine, dark clouds loomed over the city.

The enormous black chariot hovered in mid-air. Wang Chan lazily sat up straight, looking down at the Four Fiends defensive formation below, which resembled an inverted bowl, a cruel smile curving her lips.

"The Four Fiends Formation has been activated. It seems that coming here was definitely the right decision."

Zhong Wu, who was standing nearby, stepped forward and flattered, "Young Master is wise. Judging from this situation, those inside are definitely not our people."

Wang Chan glared at him coldly: "Nonsense! Do you need to tell me? Men, pry open this tortoise shell!"

"yes!"

At a command, hundreds of demonic cultivators attacked simultaneously. In an instant, a sky full of magical light, like a dazzling meteor shower, streaked across the night sky, carrying an aura of destruction, and bombarded the light barrier of the Four Fiends Formation.

The roar was deafening, and the light screen trembled violently, yet it remained steadfast.

"Heh... Li Feiyu, Rick... it's all because of you that I was punished by my father and banished to the rear like a dog!" Wang Chan looked at the crumbling formation, her eyes gradually turning crazed, and she actually laughed maniacally. "Let's see how long you can hide this time!"

Seeing Wang Chan's morbid, almost manic smile, Zhong Wu's lips twitched uncontrollably.

Above the mine shaft, at the key point of the array.

"Quickly! Increase mana output! Maintain the formation and prepare for the attack!"

Chen Qiaoqian's yellow dress fluttered in the spiritual wind. Holding an array plate, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat as she hoarsely directed the defense line.

Outside the mine, the relentless bombing continued.

Zhongwu looked at the stagnant battle and felt uneasy. Their unit was supposed to go to the front lines to provide support, and staying here too long would not end well.

"Young Master, this Four Fiends Formation is extremely strong defensively. At this rate, we don't know how long it will take," Zhong Wu cautiously advised. "If we delay our journey, the Sect Master will blame us..."

"Alright, that's enough of your nagging!" Wang Chan interrupted him impatiently, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes. "Someone, cease normal attacks and prepare 'Azure Sun Demonic Fire'!"

"yes!"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Wu's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly tried to dissuade him: "Young Master, please reconsider! Demonic Fire cultivators are extremely precious, nurtured for decades, and used only once a day. They are like consumables, one less to be used! Are you really going to use them here? Isn't the price far too high?"

Before he could finish speaking, a chilling killing intent instantly locked onto Zhong Wu.

Wang Chan looked down at him condescendingly, her eyes as if she were looking at a dead object: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Zhong Wu felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He waved his hands repeatedly, cold sweat pouring down his face: "No... I wouldn't dare... I shouldn't have said that."

Dozens of demonic fire cultivators, clad in dark red robes, emerged from the crowd and formed a strange array in mid-air. Without hesitation, they slit their wrists, letting the crimson blood gush out.

A strange red thread connected these dozens of people together, frantically draining their immense life force and spiritual energy.

In the blink of an eye, a huge dark red fireball, tens of feet in diameter, condensed and took shape above their heads, radiating terrifyingly high temperatures that would incinerate even late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.

This is the formidable weapon of the demonic path, the Azure Sun Demonic Flame!

......

Inside the mine.

The disciples of the seven sects, who were initially in a state of panic due to the bombing from the outside, suddenly discovered that the attacks outside had stopped.

"Look! The attack has stopped!"

"Haha, it must be that the lackeys of the demonic path have run out of magic power!"

"Run for your lives! This is the Four Fiends Formation left behind by those traitors from Yan Family Fortress; it's not something ordinary magic can shake!"

The faces that had been filled with despair were now filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.

However, before they could celebrate for long, the light in the entire mine suddenly went out.

A suffocatingly hot aura pierced through the formation and descended upon the hearts of everyone present.

Chen Qiaoqian suddenly raised her head, her pupils contracting sharply.

A massive, dark red fireball, resembling a miniature sun, was slowly crashing down towards the top of the mine with earth-shattering force.

"Oh no! It's the Azure Sun Demonic Fire!" Chen Qiaoqian exclaimed in alarm, her voice filled with despair. "Quick! Everyone prepare for the attack!"

boom!!!

The dark red fireball slammed heavily onto the light barrier of the Four Fiends Formation.

In an instant, the earth shook violently! The entire mine seemed to be overturned.

The light screen twisted and deformed violently, emitting a sickening "creaking" sound as it struggled under the strain.

"This...this power is comparable to an attack from a Core Formation cultivator!"

"Could it be that those monsters from the Demon Flame Sect have also arrived?"

"It's over! The formation can't hold on any longer! It's going to shatter!"

"What do we do? Uncle Chen! What should we do?!"

The disciples, who had been smug, were instantly plunged into extreme panic, and cries and screams filled the air.

Chen Qiaoqian bit her lip until it bled, and shouted, "Don't panic! Come here! Focus your defenses!"

At this critical moment, two figures appeared near the center of the formation like ghosts.

It was Chen Yi and Dong Xuan'er.