Having figured this out, the two most powerful figures of the Falling Star Valley were now pinned down by them. In that case, there was no need for them to go over to Yu Rong's side. Furthermore, judging from the current situation, it was highly likely that they could kill Lin Xinghe. Lin Xinghe's intention was also clear: to use the grand formation to tie down their Golden Core cultivators. So Xue Qianzong and Ning Ying decided to seize this opportunity and made plans to take Lin Xinghe's life as well.
The situation on the other side was exactly as Xue Qianzong and Ning Ying had imagined. Although Yu Rong was at Initial-stage Golden Core, a Golden Core was still a Golden Core. Wherever she passed, the cultivators of the Falling Star Valley were all slaughtered. It wasn't that they didn't want to escape, but even with the no-fly restriction suppressing both sides, that Yu Rong seemed to have gone mad. At times, she would expend a great deal of magic power to chase down her enemies at a terrifyingly consuming speed. What followed was a bloody massacre. With her other hand, she would madly swallow large handfuls of medicinal pills as if they were free. This sight made even the cultivators of the four sects behind her feel their scalps tingle.
The cultivators on the Falling Star Valley's side finally witnessed the terrifying recovery speed and the power of immortal arts of a Golden Core cultivator. Often, for a small team, a single art from the opponent was enough to result in a complete slaughter. For a time, Tianxingzi's plan to use the opportunity of tying down the enemy's Golden Cores to heavily injure the disciples of the four sects with the help of the grand formation came to nothing.
Although they had small victories, and even great victories, in certain local areas, as Yu Rong frantically hunted everywhere, the number of surviving cultivators from the four sects grew larger and larger, while the cultivators of the Falling Star Valley were constantly dying. With Yu Rong wreaking such havoc, various illusions in the grand formation were continuously broken. The cultivators of the four sects began to converge as they advanced. As the teams merged again, they formed an even more powerful assault force.
The Feng Family Ancestor was bathed in blood, his former scholarly elegance completely gone. Even with his Spirit Power erupting at full force, he couldn't break free from the strangulation of the purple long whip. The barbs, like dragon scales on the long whip, had deeply embedded themselves in his body, tearing at him and causing blood to spray continuously. The Feng Family Ancestor trembled all over in pain.
Just then, the Green-Haired Jiangshi, which had become a riddled wreck, suddenly pushed off the ground with both hands, dragging its remaining upper torso as it leaped up fiercely. The next moment, it tightly hugged the waist of the Snow Moon Wolf Clan Foundation Establishment cultivator opposite it. The Snow Moon Wolf Clan cultivator was greatly alarmed. He had just blasted this jiangshi until only a small part of its upper body remained. If this had happened to a human cultivator, they would have been dead beyond dead long ago. Indeed, after he had blasted the Green-Haired Jiangshi, he had even scanned it with his Divine Sense. The death qi on its body was rapidly receding like a tide, and the fierce glint in its eyes was also dimming. It had finally fallen into a dead silence, completely devoid of any aura.
However, just as he was about to use an art to strangle the trapped Feng Family Ancestor, the Feng Family Ancestor's mouth suddenly uttered a strange syllable. This Snow Moon Wolf Clan Foundation Establishment cultivator suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of life-and-death crisis seeping from every pore of his body. Greatly alarmed, he rapidly swept his Divine Sense around, but there was no one else intruding within his Divine Sense.
In that brief moment of distraction, the half-corpse on the ground, which had been like a dead object, trembled slightly. Its dim eyes suddenly shot out a red glow. The next moment, it pushed off the ground with both hands and leaped up.
At such a close distance, and completely unguarded, the Snow Moon Wolf Clan Foundation Establishment cultivator felt his lower body suddenly sink. Then he let out a shrill, painful scream. The Green-Haired Jiangshi, with half of its head already rotted away, revealing the large teeth on its bare jawbone, had bitten down on his crotch.
Although the physical body of the Snow Moon Wolf Clan was tough, the jiangshi's teeth were also extraordinary. Before its mouthful of sharp teeth was shattered by the powerful force coming from the Snow Moon Wolf Clan cultivator's body, they had already embedded themselves deeply. The various pungent, foul-smelling green liquids in its teeth were instantly injected into the Snow Moon Wolf Clan cultivator's body.
An intense, stinging pain rapidly spread from his crotch throughout his entire body. The Snow Moon Wolf Clan cultivator suddenly had a strong urge to urinate. His skin, at a speed visible to the naked eye, was stained with a layer of greenish-black.
"Corpse poison!"
Extreme fear appeared in the eyes of this Snow Moon Wolf Clan Foundation Establishment cultivator. Although he had many detoxification pills on him, he had none for this extremely rare type of corpse poison. At this moment, how could he bother to cast an art to continue strangling the Feng Family Ancestor with his long whip? In his shock and anger, he had already slapped the Green-Haired Jiangshi's already tattered head, of which only a small half remained. This slap contained all the Spirit Power of his enraged strike.
With a "bang!", the last remaining small half of the Green-Haired Jiangshi's body was completely shattered into a pile of pulp.
At the same time, several small jade bottles had appeared in the Snow Moon Wolf Clan cultivator's other hand. The stoppers were instantly shattered by his Spirit Power, and he swallowed all the medicinal pills in the bottles in one gulp. But what terrified him even more was that the color of the hand holding the jade bottle was getting darker and darker. In just a blink of an eye, it had turned a deep black. And he found that his finger joints were beginning to stiffen, becoming more and more disobedient. The same was true for the joints all over his body.
He desperately urged the Spirit Power in his body, wanting to escape this place first. But where was the time? The moment the purple long whip strangling the Feng Family Ancestor lost the control of the hand seal, it could no longer trap him.
With his Spirit Power bursting forth, the Feng Family Ancestor had escaped in a sorry state. But he had experienced countless life-and-death situations in his life, and the instinct for self-preservation had long been deeply engraved in his bones. Before his body had completely broken free from the purple long whip's entanglement, a black light had already shot out from his hand like lightning.
The Snow Moon Wolf Clan Foundation Establishment cultivator, who was mustering his remaining strength to flee, suddenly felt his Hun and Po souls become somewhat dazed, and his body paused for a moment. In that brief pause, the green ghost claw magical treasure from behind the Feng Family Ancestor had shot out and lightly wrapped around the neck of the dazed Snow Moon Wolf Clan cultivator.
The Snow Moon Wolf Clan cultivator's eyes bulged out. A series of "ge ge ge..." sounds came from his throat. Then, his large head wobbled, and with a flash of red light, it rolled to the ground.
Only then did the Feng Family Ancestor stop moving, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.
Looking around, the battle was still fierce. Corpses were strewn all over the place. He only had time to catch his breath, carefully remove the purple long whip and put it in his storage pouch, before the Feng Family Ancestor immediately flew towards a battle group. That was where the Feng Family's Third Ancestor was located...
A dozen breaths later, the Feng Family Ancestor and Sect Master Wang, a group of ten, were flying forward at full speed. Sect Master Wang was also covered in bloodstains, with a large hole in her right chest. She had already applied medicinal pills externally and was using her Spirit Power to rapidly catalyze the medicinal effects.
"We must shake them off. We are in no condition to fight anymore... We are about seven li from the teleportation passage," Sect Master Wang said, holding a jade slip and quickly sizing up her surroundings.
The Feng Family Ancestor was carrying the Feng Family's Third Ancestor on his back. The ground beneath his feet was rapidly receding. He too had a look of exhaustion and weakness on his face.
This was the third defensive point they had moved to. But now, the total number of Qi Condensation disciples from their two families was down to six, including three who were heavily injured and unconscious. He and Sect Master Wang were also seriously injured and needed to heal properly.
The Feng Family's Third Ancestor on his back had already lost an arm and a leg. Unable to fly here, he could only be carried by the Feng Family Ancestor to escape. And behind them, more than thirty male and female cultivators from the Night Fox Clan and the Snow Moon Wolf Clan were in hot pursuit, no more than a hundred zhang away.
The Tingshan Sect's situation was even worse. Of the two Foundation Establishment cultivators other than Sect Master Wang, one had fallen, and the other's Divine Soul was damaged, drifting in and out of consciousness. For this Foundation Establishment cultivator to recover his Divine Soul, besides needing top-grade medicinal pills for treating the Divine Soul, he would need to enter seclusion for at least ten years to have a chance of recovery. This made Sect Master Wang's heart sink to the bottom of the valley. This time, the Tingshan Sect had suffered a great loss of vitality, shaking the very foundation of the sect.
Thinking of this, her face turned even paler.
"It's alright. Although medicinal pills for treating the Divine Soul are precious, the Falling Star Valley still has some in its collection. I can confirm this. We can just ask Sect Master Lin for them then. This was also one of the conditions agreed upon before. We put in the effort, and they will provide all the necessary medicinal pills free of charge and unconditionally."
The Feng Family Ancestor saw through Sect Master Wang's thoughts and said quickly.
"Sigh, let's hope so! In this battle, we have already done our best. We have a clear conscience. Now we just need to quickly shake off these pursuers behind us!"
These people behind them were too close. Even if they reached the teleportation passage later, if they were followed too closely, opening the teleportation passage would be a problem. What's more, they didn't know that under these circumstances, the cultivators in the inner valley wouldn't open the teleportation passage for them anyway.
There shouldn't be many cultivators left guarding the inner valley now. So even if the cultivators guarding the passages saw their critical situation, they wouldn't abandon their posts to come out and save them. But they did know that if the distance between the two sides was too close, opening the teleportation passage was absolutely out of the question.
It had been less than half a day since they had gone out to battle, yet the two families had suffered such heavy casualties. The Feng Family had also suffered a great loss of vitality this time. Not only had so many elite disciples fallen, but the ghost servants accumulated over so many years were also almost completely exhausted. Even the few remaining ghost servants were now tattered and broken, their strength reduced by more than half.
While running, the Feng Family Ancestor looked back at a certain spot. In the distance, he could see some debris on the ground. It was the remains of his Green-Haired Jiangshi, a ghost servant that had accompanied him for more than sixty years. If it weren't for the help of these ghouls, all of them would have perished here today.
A hundred zhang away, a handsome man, so beautiful it inspired a little jealousy, flew side by side with a burly man. More than thirty people followed closely behind them.
"Cui Ting, don't be in a hurry to kill them now. Just follow them closely. They are either heading towards a place with reinforcements, or they are retreating to the inner valley," the handsome man said to the burly man.
"It's more likely the latter. According to the information we got, the distance from the mountain gate to the inner valley is only about two hundred li even with detours. I feel that since we've fought our way here, we must be close," the burly man called Cui Ting said, also voicing his own speculation as he looked at this handsome, almost otherworldly man. Inwardly, he was also complaining.
'These Night Fox clansmen are too demonic. Even the men look so frail. But the women of the Fox Clan are still very alluring, hehehe...'
As he thought this, his peripheral vision glanced at several young girls from the Night Fox Clan behind him. Each of these girls was charming and beautiful, inspiring a desire to forcefully conquer them at first sight. A lustful glint flashed in his eyes, and then Cui Ting continued, "Ying Shiqi, the few remaining cultivators ahead are not easy to deal with. Although we killed one of their Foundation Establishment cultivators just now, our clan's Xiao Lei also died in battle. He was already half a step into the Pseudo-Core Realm, almost on par with me. And they injured three other fellow daoists. Those damned ghost cultivators. When we finally kill them, don't fight me for that middle-aged ghost cultivator. Leave him to me. I want to flay him alive and let him suffer for decades before slowly dying!"
Cui Ting's face suddenly became ferocious.