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The remnants of the ancient forces arrived much faster than expected.

Three days after Luo Tian killed the gaunt old man, the outer perimeter of the Battle Heaven Divine Sect's guard formation simultaneously lit up with red light from three directions.

The message from Master Tianxuan arrived first, his voice kept very low:

"Sect Master, a large number of cultivators are approaching from three sides, and the leaders are at least Loose Immortals."

Immediately afterward, a message came from Niannian, her voice tense:

"Dad, there are so many people coming from the west! They're so numerous, I can't see the end of them!"

Luo Tian stood in the courtyard, with the Xuanyuan Sword leaning against the well.

He replied to Master Tianxuan with one sentence:

"Everyone, tighten the defensive line. Don't hold back. Kill as many as you can."

She then replied to Niannian, "You guys move closer to the center, don't get separated."

At the same time, the Zhan Tian Divine Sect and all its disciples withdrew from the outer positions and retreated towards the central area.

When Ye Qianxue and Li Mengmeng retreated from the southeast defense line, there were several fresh cuts on their robes, with blood still seeping from the edges.

When Niannian came back from the west, she was holding her little hand and was covered in sweat from running.

She held the Taiyi Sword in her hand, the blade still wet with liquid.

Kiki followed behind her, a scale on her back was turned up, the edges of which were dark.

A section of her long, silvery-white hair had been burned, with the ends curled and blackened.

When Luo Nannan fell from the sky, she folded her wings. A few feathers at the tips of her wings were burnt, and smoke was still rising from the edges.

After landing, Niannian bent over, supporting herself on her knees, and took a few breaths before looking up at the approaching dark figure in the distance.

He glanced down at the sword in his hand, then stood up and said to the person beside him:

"There are too many of them. Let's not fight them head-on. If we can't beat them, we'll run."

Less than half an hour after everyone had arrived, the remnants of the ancient forces arrived.

They were pressing in from three directions simultaneously, their dark silhouettes covering the distant hillsides and valleys.

Like a slowly advancing tide, with more to come.

The people in the first few rows exuded a heavy aura, and the ground vibrated continuously when their feet landed, as if many people were stomping their feet at the same time.

The leader was dressed in a dark gray robe, was rather thin, and had a ring of light gray lines around his eyes. His gaze passed over the defense line and stopped on Luo Tian.

He spoke, his voice carrying over hundreds of feet, his tone calm:

"So you're the one who broke the seal? Take your people and leave Earth, and we won't pursue the matter further."

Luo Tian ignored him and continued drinking his tea.

The man in the gray robe waited a while, then raised his hand.

The ancient remnants behind them moved at the same moment, crossing half the distance in just a few breaths.

In that instant, the defensive line of the War God Sect was brought head-on into contact with the enemy.

Ye Qianxue's Ice Soul Sword sliced ​​open an ice wall at the front, which blocked the first wave of impact, but shattered upon landing.

Li Mengmeng's sword formation spread out, forming a large net that stretched across the defensive line.

The remaining rebels who rushed to the front in the first few rows were caught in the trap by the sword net and fell in batches.

But those behind them stepped on their companions' bodies and continued to charge forward.

Qiqi and Qianqian stood guard on either side. Every time Qiqi struck out with her palm, she would push a small group of people into the ground, but after those people fell, new people would take their place.

Qianqian's illusion spread out into a silvery-white mist. The momentum in the area covered by the mist was indeed a beat slower, but the range was limited and could not cover all directions.

Niannian and Xiaoxiao guarded the middle of the defensive line, and Niannian's Taiyi Sword slashed three times in mid-air.

Each strike knocks down a group of people, but the people behind surge forward faster than they fall.

Xiao Xiao pulled dozens of vines from the ground, wrapped them around the ankles of the people in the front row, and dragged them to the ground.

But the vines would sprout again after being broken by people behind them, and after several repetitions, they started to break and could no longer be rejoined.

Luo Nannan did not use her phoenix form; instead, she charged into the enemy ranks in human form. When the crimson-gold flames exploded in the crowd, they pushed away a large number of people.

But every time she pushed, she had to stop and catch her breath. During those gaps, someone circled around to her side and left a wound on her arm.

She took a half step back, pressed her hand against the wound, and then continued to rush forward.

The defensive line was being compressed; after the first wave of enemies fell, the second wave came to their rescue.

The third wave of troops flanked from both sides, and the battle lines began to contract inward.

The disciples of the Battle God Sect were forced to move closer to the center, and their original formation was squeezed and deformed.

Niannian was attacked by two people at the same time. The Taiyi Sword blocked the one in front of her, while the one on the side had already rushed to her side.

Xiao Xiao used vines to grab his ankle from the ground, dragging him off balance. Taking advantage of the situation, Nian Nian turned and delivered a finishing blow with her sword.

But when she sheathed her sword, her shoulder was brushed and her clothes were torn. She glanced down at it and continued forward.

Luo Tian stood motionless in the center, watching the lines of defense being compressed.

Looking at the enemy forces that were still replenishing themselves in the distance, I shifted my gaze from the east side of the battlefield to the west side.

As if waiting for something, they turned their gaze back to the center of the battlefield.

Luo Tian finally spoke, his voice amplified by spiritual power, sending it upwards:

"Heavenly Dao, are you still going to watch the show?"