117: Chapter 76 Human-Demon Battle

Outside an unnamed valley in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range.

The Yao Race's ambush had come to pass, and they were now slaughtering their way toward the crowd.

A thousand Cultivators were fighting Foundation Establishment Yao Race on the outskirts of the valley. The number of Yao Race far exceeded estimates; they were everywhere, endless, covering the mountains and plains.

Foundation Establishment Yao Race, leading minor Qi Refining Yao, surged in from all directions, crashing against the Human Race's defensive line like a tide.

Chen Xuan of the Conquest Hall was naturally blocking the front line.

Sword Light Differentiation!

His sword light split into nine, weaving through the Yao crowd, each strike claiming the life of a Yao Race.

But his mana was rapidly depleting, and the mana in his Dantian was growing increasingly thin.

There was no other reason; there were simply too many enemies, stretching as far as the eye could see across the mountains and plains.

Liu Lili's Bright Moon Sword Qi froze wave after wave of Yao Race, but their numbers did not decrease; instead, they grew ever more numerous.

Senior Sister Wen Yao's twin swords transformed into two silver Dragons, rampaging through the Yao crowd. Wherever the silver Dragons passed, the Yao Race were torn asunder.

However, the red lotus petal mark on her forehead was flickering, the red light growing dimmer and dimmer; the Liu Family's secret technique was about to fail.

The two Foundation Establishment Senior Brothers and Senior Sister Wen Yao held the front of the small group, blocking the vast majority of the impact.

President Liu Yishou was at the very back of the team, the Low Grade Spiritual Artifact in his hand already stained red with Yao blood. His breathing was rapid, and his steps began to falter.

Liu He stood beside President Liu Yishou, the Magical Artifact in his hand broken in two. He used the broken sword to pierce the throat of one Yao Race, only to be tackled to the ground by another.

Chen Xuan saw this.

His sword light shifted, the nine rays merging into one, and slashed toward the Yao Race that had tackled Liu He.

The Sword Qi severed the Yao Race's head, which rolled onto the ground, while its body remained pinning Liu He down.

Chen Xuan rushed over, kicked the Yao Race's corpse away, and helped Liu He up.

Liu He's face was covered in blood, his left arm hanging by his side; the bone was broken.

His eyes were still open, his pupils filled with terror, and he whimpered:

"Fellow Daoist Yun, I..."

"Don't speak."

Chen Xuan took out a Medicinal Pill for healing, stuffed it into his mouth, and carried him on his back.

"Retreat!"

He shouted to the small team, his sword light splitting once again to protect himself and Liu He on his back.

Senior Sister Wen Yao heard him, and the silver Dragons changed direction, protecting the left side of the team.

Liu Lili's Bright Moon Sword Qi protected the right side.

President Liu Yishou cleared the path at the front of the team.

The five of them fought and retreated, breaking out toward the outside of the valley.

But the number of Yao Race was too high.

Foundation Establishment Yao Race, Qi Refining Yao Race, countless in number, surged in like a tide, wave after wave, without end.

Chen Xuan's mana was nearly exhausted, his body covered in wounds. Even though he had consumed many Medicinal Pills, his state was poor.

The Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters were in the same condition.

"Junior Brother, don't worry about us, go first!" Senior Brother Zhang Qian cast a minor Divine Ability, his sword light transforming into a golden rainbow!

In an instant, it severed the Yao Beasts within dozens of zhang in front of them, briefly alleviating the urgent crisis.

But the next moment, the tide-like Yao Beasts swept over, occupying the battlefield once again.

Chen Xuan thought to himself that it was bad; at this rate, they could never fight their way back to the camp.

He gritted his teeth, felt that a small portion of his internal mana had recovered, and unleashed his Talisman Treasure!

Drawing a strand of Sword Qi from it.

The Sword Qi from the Talisman Treasure.

The golden Sword Qi flew out, transforming into a golden light that slashed toward the Yao crowd ahead.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the Yao Race were reduced to ashes.

Foundation Establishment Yao Race, Qi Refining Yao Race, none were spared.

A bloody path was opened.

Carrying Liu He, Chen Xuan rushed into that bloody path.

Senior Brother Zhang Qian covered the rear, while Senior Sister Wen Yao, Liu Lili, and President Liu Yishou followed behind him. The five of them charged out of the Yao crowd's encirclement along the bloody path.

Behind them, the Yao crowd closed in, submerging the bloody path.

Chen Xuan did not look back.

Carrying Liu He, he gritted his teeth and ran forward.

After activating the Talisman Treasure, his mana was exhausted, and he could only run using the strength of his physical body.

His feet stepped on gravel, his knees weak, but he dared not stop.

To stop was to die.

Fortunately, they had broken out of the Yao Race's heavy encirclement.

Half an hour later, the five of them rushed back to the camp.

Chen Xuan placed Liu He on the ground, sat down heavily, and gasped for air.

His robes were soaked with Yao blood, his face covered in bloodstains, and his hands were trembling.

Senior Sister Wen Yao leaned against a stone wall, her twin swords stuck in the ground, the red lotus petal mark on her forehead having faded into darkness.

Liu Lili squatted on the ground, covering her face with her hands, her shoulders trembling.

President Liu Yishou knelt beside Liu He, bandaging his wounds, his fingers trembling.

Even the composed and steady Senior Brother Zhang Qian was regulating his internal Qi.

This Yao hunt was also to obtain a Yao Core for him!

He would soon attempt to break through to the Golden Core stage; if he failed, there was only the path of the False Core to take.

Liu He lay there, eyes open, looking at the sky.

In the sky, Demonic Qi churned, and the moonlight never shone through.

Chen Xuan raised his head and looked toward the north.

From the direction of the valley, an earth-shattering roar came.

It was not the sound of the snake Yao, but the sound of another Golden Core Great Yao.

Then came the second, the third, and the fourth.

Four Golden Core Great Yao.

In the northern part of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, there were far more than three Golden Core Great Yao.

Four Yao Kings had been lurking underground, waiting for the Human Race's Golden Core Cultivators to act.

The death of the snake Yao had awakened them.

Chen Xuan's pupils constricted violently.

Revered Master and the others had fallen into a trap.

He stood up and ran toward the watchtower.

Just a few steps out, a blinding light lit up in the northern sky.

Five Golden Core auras collided with four Golden Core auras, exploding into a visible shockwave.

The shockwave swept past, causing the outpost's defensive light barrier to tremble violently, with several cracks appearing.

Chen Xuan stood on the watchtower, looking north.

In the light, he saw the figure of Master Liu Yun.

White hair flying, long sword in hand, he was battling a huge bird.

A Cloud-Swallowing Eagle.

The other four Golden Core Cultivators were entangled by three Golden Core Great Yao and could not break free.

Five against four; the Human Race had one more Golden Core Cultivator, but False Core Cultivators, when facing true Golden Core Yao Beasts, were often inferior by a margin.

Therefore, it could be considered evenly matched.

Chen Xuan gritted his teeth, turned, and ran down the watchtower.

He needed to lead the people to retreat.

The camp's defensive barrier could not last long; once it shattered, the tide-like Yao Race would rush in.

By then, everyone would die.

"Everyone, listen up!"

He stood in the center of the camp, his voice spreading through the night sky.

"Take the wounded and prepare to retreat!"

"The flying boat is at the spaceport; board and leave immediately!"

The Cultivators stood up one after another, carrying the wounded, and ran toward the spaceport.

Chen Xuan ran back to Liu He, carried him on his back, and ran toward the spaceport.

Liu Lili followed behind him, Senior Sister Wen Yao guarded the left side of the team, and President Liu Yishou guarded the right.

The five of them ran onto the spaceport and boarded a flying boat.

The flying boat slowly rose, changed direction, and flew toward the south.

Chen Xuan stood by the ship's railing, looking at the northern sky.

The light grew dimmer and dimmer; the battle was nearing its end.

He did not know if Revered Master and the others could retreat, but he knew he had to return alive.

Only by returning alive could he bring reinforcements.

And only then could they fight back.

Liu He lay on the deck, eyes open, looking at the sky.

His pupils reflected the light from the northern sky, the light flickering like a heartbeat.

Chen Xuan crouched down and took his hand.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, you will be fine."

Liu He's lips moved, his voice very soft, like a fallen leaf in the wind.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, my clansmen..."

"They are all dead."

Chen Xuan's hand stiffened.

He turned his head to look at Liu He's clansmen, who were lying scattered across the open ground of the outpost.

Liu He's Family, a total of thirty-seven people, were all dead.

They had died in the Yao tide just now.

Chen Xuan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only coldness in them.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, I will avenge you."

"I promise you."

Liu He looked at him, something in his eyes slowly extinguishing.

He had lost this gamble!

Lost completely.

He had ruined his Family!

He closed his eyes, his breathing growing gradually weaker, and he had actually severed his own heart meridian!

Chen Xuan was speechless for a moment.

He could only stand up and look toward the north.