492: Big melee!

Nuwa was surrounded by an increasing number of invaders, nine of whom were of the Saint Realm.

Not to mention the other invaders who were Quasi-Saints, Grand Unity Golden Immortals, and at the Refining Spirit to Return to Emptiness Realm.

Boom—

Nuwa sent a Quasi-Saint invader flying with a palm strike, her face showing a hint of fatigue.

The number of reinforcements from the remnants was growing, and at this rate, their Spiritual Qi would eventually be exhausted.

This won't do; I need to think of a solution.

Her mind was brainstorming while her Law power struck the invaders with fluid grace.

The invaders clamored, and seeing Nuwa's movements were slightly slower than before, they became even more excited.

You know, this was Nuwa!

The Human Race's Holy Mother!

If they could kill Nuwa, how impressive would that be to boast about?

Moreover, it would dampen the Human Race's confidence; just thinking about it made them incredibly excited.

"Quick, Nuwa's movements are clearly much slower than before."

"Right, if it were before, a Quasi-Saint would be dealt with in one move, but look, Aigarth is still alive; the results of the wheel battle attacking her are showing."

"They are showing, but at the cost of many lives…"

"So what, hiss… as long as Nuwa is killed, their deaths will be glorious."

That existence of Saint Rank Seven, like an exiled immortal, gracefully descended from the boundless Void Realm onto the solid ground, each step seeming to shake heaven and earth.

On his face, a gruesome scar, ten centimeters long, like a dark curse, stretched from his deep skull all the way to the corner of his mouth, as if it were a cruel mark left by time on his face.

At this moment, he tightly gripped a scythe much taller than himself, the scythe gleaming with a cold light, as if it contained endless murderous intent.

His figure was like lightning, and he suddenly leaped towards Nuwa, like a fierce beast about to pounce on its prey.

And those other invaders, the moment they saw this person appear, their eyes instantly filled with shock and fear, that strong emotion almost crushing their hearts.

However, just after this brief shock, their eyes quickly turned to excitement, as if they had seen a battle thrilling enough to make their blood boil.

Immediately after, they shouted loudly: "Si Shen, kill her!"

The sound was deafening, as if it would pierce the clouds.

Upon hearing this shout, Si Shen's lips curled slightly, a minute movement that caused the scar at the corner of his mouth to lift as well, instantly making his already fierce face appear exceptionally terrifying.

A cruel glint flashed in his eyes, and he let out a roar: "Nuwa… let's see if you can withstand one of my strikes!"

With that, he violently swung the scythe in his hand, imbued with powerful strength and murderous intent, slashing fiercely towards Nuwa. Where the scythe passed, the air seemed to be torn in half, and a terrifying aura permeated the surroundings.

Nuwa simply shifted slightly and dodged the attack.

She countered with a wave of her hand, and a powerful Spiritual Qi beam shot towards the attacker.

The attacker hastily raised his scythe to block, but it was too late.

The Spiritual Qi beam directly pierced his body, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

The other invaders were shocked by the sight.

They had thought Nuwa was exhausted, but she still possessed such formidable strength.

Nuwa looked at them with a cold smile, her heart filled with rage.

"But those are merely a group of lingering remnants wantonly leaping about. Who gave you such audacious courage to dare be so arrogant and overbearing in front of me!"

With that, chilling powers of creation and Law power rapidly gathered in her palms, these two forces seemingly possessing endless majesty and destructive capability.

Immediately after, he violently hurled his hands, brimming with terrifying power, towards those invading individuals.

"Bang—"

With a deafening roar, a massive circle of various explosions instantly formed around Nuwa as its core.

The lower-Realm invaders had no time to dodge and were directly blasted away by the rampant force.

As if struck by an invisible giant hand, they vanished silently from this space without even a trace of blood.

And those invaders of higher cultivation Realm, although they managed to dodge in time by relying on their own strength, still showed some disheveledness, their clothes tattered and their Qi disordered, clearly having suffered no small impact.

Their eyes shimmered with a mix of excitement and disbelief, their hearts filled with a greater, more fervent madness for the powerful strength of the person before them; killing her would surely be very interesting.

At this moment, the entire space seemed to fall into a dead silence, with only the lingering aftermath of the explosion slowly dissipating…

Li Mu and an increasing number of Cultivators heard the commotion and rushed over, and upon seeing Nuwa, they were stunned.

Nu… Nuwa???!

Oh my heavens, I can't believe what my eyes are seeing?

But these damned invaders are actually besieging our Lady Nuwa, you truly deserve to die!

"Kill—"

Thinking of this, everyone grabbed their weapons and clamored as they charged towards the invaders; the scene instantly descended into chaos, becoming a massive free-for-all.

In an instant, shouts of battle, angry reprimands, and sounds of fighting were incessant.

Li Mu was at the forefront, his swordsmanship sharp, each strike carrying a will to kill.

Other Cultivators also displayed their unique skills; for a moment, Spell light shimmered, and the clashing of weapons was continuous.

However, these invaders were not to be underestimated; they each unleashed their unique techniques, engaging in fierce resistance against the Cultivators.

On the battlefield, blood splattered, some fell, some were injured, but no one retreated.

Nuwa watched all this quietly, her eyes filled with compassion and determination.

She knew this battle was not just for herself, but to protect the beings on this land.

"Bang—"

Si Shen, holding that gleaming scythe, was like the arrival of the God of Death; each swing seemed to carry a deadly howl.

He flickered, moving like a ghost among the many Cultivators. Wherever his scythe passed, blood splattered, and dozens of Cultivators perished in the Yellow Springs in a short moment.

The cruel smile on his lips became even more pronounced, his white teeth glaringly bright in the sunlight, as if showing off his killing prowess.

"Come on… Come on…"

His maniacal laughter echoed in the air, full of provocation and bloodlust.

"Ah hahahaha, bring more, my darling is hungry, hahahaha…"