167: The prodigy showed his power. It's not enough to kill them. Bring more.

The main cannon at the bow of the ship was charging, while the secondary cannons remained coldly locked onto the constantly emerging gap where the foreign race was pouring out, carrying out continuous, precise point-kills.

"Haha! Kill, kill, kill! Blow them up!" Qin Qingni and a hundred Cultivators clumsily operated the control panel.

Circles of artificial Divine Sense continuously swept out from the center of the warship, marking all Human Race Cultivators and foreign races as red dots.

One hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred cannons continuously fired, momentarily resembling a dazzling sun.

"I've never fought such a rich battle in this life." Wen Rouer felt a sense of relief as she glanced at the spiritual marrow reserves.

The Spiritual Energy, compressed to its extreme in the spiritual marrow, was converted into beams of light cannons and fired out.

The Qin Family's Profound Dome-class Sky Patrol Seat had arrived!

It wasn't just the warship.

Several incomparably powerful auras, like sharp swords, pierced into this chaotic battlefield from different directions!

The Prodigies and Cultivators of various races had also arrived!

"Hahaha! How could such a grand feast be without me, Chu Wujiu!"

A wild laugh echoed through the clouds.

Chu Wujiu landed like a meteor, causing the ground to violently crack.

His body's Qi and blood roared, and his three-stage Spiritual Energy Furnace operated at its peak.

It even condensed into a phantom image clinging to his back, emitting terrifying heat waves.

This was the terrifying aspect of the Chu Family's Bloodline; it could unleash strength beyond limits in battle.

Without using any Move, he directly punched forward!

The pure Physical Body strength compressed the air, forming a visible vacuum shockwave that instantly crushed dozens of foreign race members in front into a pulp!

His burning, furnace-like Qi and blood instantly attracted more foreign race members to attack him madly, like sharks smelling blood, swarming from the ground and air, heavily surrounding him.

Chu Wujiu's fists pounded like war drums, each strike unleashing a violent storm of power, shattering the foreign race members attacking from the ground.

Just as he twisted his body to gather strength, preparing to deal with the threat swooping down from above—

"Keeping your head down in battle isn't a good habit."

A voice as clear as an ice spring sounded from a higher position beside him.

Before the words finished, the Sword Intent, like the Milky Way descending from the Nine Heavens, suddenly lit up!

Li Xuan had quietly stood atop a ruined wall at some unknown point, his robes fluttering in the strong wind.

He didn't even bother to look down at the chaotic battle below, drawing his longsword and lightly slashing at the swooping flying foreign race members.

Hiss—!

An invisible yet incomparably sharp Sword Intent swept across the sky.

Those ferocious flying foreign race members seemed to crash into an invisible, sharp cliff, instantly disintegrating in mid-air, turning into a sky full of blood rain that scattered downwards.

"Li Xuan, no matter how many times I've seen it, I still think your sword can't compare to his." A slightly emotional voice came.

Ji Wuchen, holding the Tai Xu Halberd, stepped out from the ripples of the Void Realm.

His gaze first fell on Li Xuan's sword, then he shook his head as he looked at the foreign race member in front, split into two.

Having stopped Cultivating the "Nine Tribulations Life-Burning Art," combined with some Heaven And Earth Treasure, and nourished by the Longevity Token Qin Wangchuan had given him, Ji Wuchen's hair had mostly recovered, and his strength had advanced to another level.

"His sword is clean and concise, returning to simplicity; I naturally can't compare." Li Xuan readily admitted this fact, then paused and added, "Few people can compare."

Chu Wujiu blasted the last foreign race member beside him, shook the blood from his wrist, and interjected with a booming voice:

"Hey, Ji Wuchen! You little brat, stop talking so glibly over there."

He extended a finger, looking at Ji Wuchen, who held the Tai Xu Halberd, with a hint of challenge.

"Li Xuan's sword indeed can't compare to that pervert Qin Wangchuan, but your halberd isn't much better either."

As he spoke, he arrogantly pointed his thumb back at himself.

The Chu Family not only possessed a divine artifact like the heaven-opening battle halberd, but their halberd techniques were naturally also exceptional.

"Alright, alright, I know you two are thick as thieves; you always speak up for him. Anyone who didn't know would think Li Xuan was your delicate wife." Ji Wuchen didn't dwell too much on this and instead turned to join the battle.

Behind, Yun Zexuan floated in mid-air, his Cloud Calculation Plate glowing before him.

"Only one gap is fortunate."

"Placing Chu Wujiu and these others in the middle is correct, intercepting the foreign race from the center, diverting them in layers. As long as we pay attention to both sides, advance orderly, killing the foreign race while moving towards that gap."

"This calamity can be broken."

He stood with several strategists, and in an instant, they had devised a method to deal with it.

Then he informed the main figures.

"I stand on the left side? Isn't that a bit of an overkill?" Zhao Lingyun walked over and immediately understood Yun Zexuan's plan.

Although he was somewhat dissatisfied, he said nothing.

With a flick of his sleeve, he led his people to the leftmost side of the Immortal Path.

"Soldiers, form ranks!"

Countless Heavenly Talisman papers scattered, accompanied by a series of dense and crisp sounds of clashing metal.

Upon landing, they transformed into figures of soldiers, clad in black armor, holding runic long halberds, their faces shrouded by ferocious masks!

Their movements were uniform and silent.

But a chilling, murderous aura of a military formation shot into the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers completed their formation almost in the blink of an eye, their shields thudding heavily on the ground, long halberds pointing forward, forming an iron barrier that spanned the battlefield, flickering with cold runes, completely blocking the surging torrent of foreign race members from the left!

"The right side, huh. I actually wanted to go to the middle."

A low, suppressed sound of footsteps came, and Ye Lingchuan, carrying an ancient bronze coffin on his back, slowly walked into the battlefield.

He led his people to the far right, and wherever he passed, the foreign race members retreated in terror as if encountering a natural enemy.

A powerful foreign race leader, disbelieving, roared and charged forward.

Ye Lingchuan's steps did not stop; only a corner of the ancient bronze coffin on his back slowly opened.

"Whoosh—"

Several tentacles formed from Spiritual Energy extended from the ancient coffin, instantly piercing through the foreign race leader's body and devouring it.

The foreign race's massive body instantly shriveled and decayed at a visible speed, turning into a handful of dust, unable to even let out a scream.

Ye Lingchuan expressionlessly walked forward, found a slightly elevated boulder, brushed off the bloodstains, and actually sat down directly.

He gently placed the ancient bronze coffin, bound with heavy chains, beside him.

And all of the Ye Family members tacitly stayed dozens of feet behind him, forming a formation, no one stepping forward, looking at the solitary figure sitting before tens of thousands of enemies with awe mixed with fear.

In front was a vast, dark, roaring but hesitant tide of foreign race members.

Behind were the Ye Family Cultivators, ready for battle.

And between these two, there was only Ye Lingchuan, alone with his coffin.

He sat there quietly, his eyelids lowered, as if in his own courtyard. And before him, the thousands of ferocious foreign race members, not a single one dared to cross the line!

This silent deterrence was more chilling than any roar or slaughter.

"Screech—!"

A clear bird cry pierced the sky, and Yan Wujin, treading on the Nine Flame Golden Crow, descended from the sky, scattering the True Sun Fire that could incinerate all things.

"What do you mean by 'go find the stragglers'? I don't understand!"

"All the scum in the sky belong to me!" Yan Wujin looked as excited as if he had taken drugs; wherever the Golden Crow passed, its dazzling Golden Crow Divine Fire instantly swept across, dyeing a large part of the sky a crimson-gold color.