The plight of Xifuzhou, the human race is so insidious!

That Divine Pill remained in Xiao Fan's abdomen, its powerful medicinal properties constantly nourishing the Dragon Elephant particles within his body.

Without stopping!

Even though he wasn't intentionally Cultivating, the Dragon Elephants were still continuously Awakening. Every day, tens of millions of Dragon Elephants Awakened.

After Yuer Revered Master refined the Divine Pill for him and controlled its potency, he had already Awakened 360 million particles. The remaining 480 million were all that stood between him and the full 840 million.

At this rate, all Dragon Elephant particles would Awaken in just over forty days. Then, after some time to fully replenish his internal power, he could continue his Breakthrough to Yuan Elephant!

"When the first Dragon Elephant transformed, I felt my body undergo a metamorphosis. It was a leap in life-level, and my strength also soared."

He clenched his fist.

"Can an Immortal withstand one of my punches?"

He was somewhat curious, wondering when an Immortal might appear to serve as a punching bag, the kind that wouldn't turn into a broken board.

...

Western Symbol Prefecture.

At this moment, the entire city was on high alert, with everyone on edge.

This was because a city not far from them had already become a Hell on Earth, with rivers of blood flowing.

And the mastermind behind it had not stopped; he was still harvesting the blood of living beings.

"How is it? Has the news of the great calamity in my Western Symbol Prefecture spread? Has anyone said they're coming to save us?"

On the towering city wall, a resolute-faced man, clad in thick armor and with a treasured sword at his waist, asked the messenger who had come to report.

Western Symbol Prefecture, located in the desert, was a border city of the Human Race. Its strongest Cultivator was only at the Soul Transformation Realm. However, this place had a defensive Formation that could withstand three days of attacks from a Body Integration Cultivator, making it a sturdy city.

"Yes, Tai Xuan Holy Land said they'll arrive immediately and told us to wait."

The man waited for his report, but the rest of the information was slow to come.

"Is there anything else?"

"No, only Tai Xuan Holy Land."

The City Lord was stunned. That was it?

There were so many Human Race Holy Lands, and only Tai Xuan Holy Land was willing to help?

"What about the Sects, factions, aristocratic families, and Imperial Dynasties below the Holy Lands?"

"None. Only Tai Xuan Holy Land is willing to come and save my Western Symbol Prefecture."

"Alas."

The City Lord couldn't help but sigh, feeling quite helpless.

Western Symbol Prefecture was remote and not fertile. The Spiritual Qi here was also quite scarce, so few major forces were willing to extend their influence to this area.

Western Symbol Prefecture could only rely on the Sky-Supporting Sect above it. To gain protection, Western Symbol Prefecture annually submitted seventy percent of its taxes to the Sky-Supporting Sect.

So, at the first sign of trouble, Western Symbol Prefecture sought help from the Sky-Supporting Sect, but there was no news.

Not only that, the Sky-Supporting Sect immediately transferred its Disciples and assets from within Western Symbol Prefecture.

"They eat more than anyone else, and they run faster than anyone else, that damn Sky-Supporting Sect!"

The City Lord of Western Symbol Prefecture cursed angrily. But it was just an outlet for his frustration, and it was useless.

The messenger said, "City Lord, why the sighs? Tai Xuan Holy Land is a Righteous Path Holy Land of our Human Race, and its strength is formidable. With Tai Xuan Holy Land's rescue, our Western Symbol Prefecture will be safe."

The City Lord of Western Symbol Prefecture sighed, "The world is degenerating, and people's Heart-Nature is no longer what it once was. Look at all these Holy Lands; they don't even bother to show some concern."

"Tai Xuan Holy Land has no direct subordinate relationship with my Western Symbol Prefecture. To come all this way to help is already a great kindness. Do you still expect them to dispatch a large army?"

"This calamity, we must rely on ourselves," he said in a deep voice.

"Report, City Lord." A Golden Core Cultivator galloped over, cutting through the wind, in a great hurry.

"What's with all this fuss? Speak."

"City Lord, the people from Tai Xuan Holy Land have arrived."

"Three people came, all of them great Cultivators at the Body Integration Realm," the Golden Core Cultivator said, extremely excited.

Body Integration Cultivators, these were people he had never seen before!

The City Lord of Western Symbol Prefecture was overjoyed upon hearing this and exclaimed, "What? Body Integration Cultivators, three of them?"

He thought he had misheard.

"Yes, but they seem a bit dissatisfied. They said our teleportation Formation is too poor and can only transport a few people, and then they left."

"They said they're going back to fix the Formation and get some Magic Treasures for building a teleportation Formation."

The City Lord of Western Symbol Prefecture's excitement lasted less than two minutes before a basin of cold water was poured over him.

"City Lord, aren't you happy that there are Body Integration Cultivators helping us?"

"Are three Body Integration Cultivators not enough? Going back now, I'm afraid it's just for show, a mere formality."

"Forget it, we'll have to rely on ourselves."

During this time, not a single person from any major force arrived.

Instead, many Loose Cultivators arrived one after another. They were either Golden Core or Nascent Soul, and two or three Soul Transformation Cultivators also rushed over.

There were always people who disregarded life and death, but such people were too few.

The City Lord looked at these Loose Cultivators, feeling a mix of emotions and some gratitude.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoists, for coming to our aid in the time of crisis for my Western Symbol Prefecture."

"If, if the city ultimately falls, Fellow Daoists, you need not blame yourselves. There is a small teleportation Formation beneath my city lord's mansion. You can use my token to escape from there."

The Loose Cultivators laughed heartily and said:

"City Lord, we are Cultivators originally from Western Symbol Prefecture. Now that Western Symbol Prefecture is in trouble, how can we stand by and do nothing?"

"Exactly. Some people seek power for Immortal Ascension and longevity. I seek the Dao and Immortality only to protect what I care about. The City Lord must be the same."

"Fellow Daoists, indeed."

These Loose Cultivators said jokingly, without the slightest fear.

Although in their hearts, they had already understood the outcome of their stand.

"It's just death, that's all. If I can't even protect what I want, then this Immortal Cultivation is pointless!"

"Thank you all." The City Lord of Western Symbol Prefecture sincerely bowed to them in gratitude. True friendship is seen in adversity, and this was probably what it looked like.

Time was pressing, so he didn't bother with any formalities and directly assigned tasks to everyone.

Soon, in the distant sky, a dark, oppressive cloud swept over, the prelude to a storm.

Dark clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to destroy it!

"They're here!"

"Activate the city-defending Formation! Defend Western Symbol Prefecture!"

"Fellow Daoists, hold this defensive line! If Western Symbol Prefecture falls, vast lands behind us will be lost, and countless people of our Human Race will perish. Western Symbol Prefecture cannot fall!"

"Understood."

The leader of the Witch Race was merely a Late Stage Body Integration Cultivator. The appearance of such a Cultivator already indicated a high level of importance.

After all, those with profound Cultivation often had a detached nature.

The passage of time had caused many Mahayana Cultivators to forget their emotions; longevity was their sole objective.

So, there was no need to worry about a Mahayana Cultivator appearing.

The facts were indeed as the Witch Race expected; even after killing for a long time, no Mahayana Cultivator emerged.

"Revered Master, why are we slaughtering so brazenly, yet no one comes to stop us?" the Body Integration Cultivator's Disciple asked.

"The Human Race is like this. They appear strong on the surface, but their Heart-Nature is very complex. Everyone has their own agenda, and they can't unite."

"I once infiltrated the Human Race and Cultivated for a period. What impressed me most was that everyone among them is very intelligent. This is both an advantage and a disadvantage."

"They always think, 'If I don't step forward, someone else will,' and 'If I step forward too early, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. What if I become the nail that sticks out and gets hammered down?'"

"In the end, no one steps forward."

The Body Integration Realm Witch Race Cultivator laughed. What's the use of being smart? If they can't unite, they're just a pile of loose sand.

Saying that, he then said to the Witch Race Disciples behind him, "When you kill later, remember to leave an opening. Don't surround them too tightly, lest they fight to the death. I'll be waiting for them at the exit."

"Understood."

It was an old trick: when besieging an army, leave an escape route. Give them a way out, and they won't fight to the death.

It seemed this Body Integration Witch Race Cultivator hadn't wasted his time Cultivating among the Human Race all these years; he deeply understood human nature.

Closer and closer!

Eight hundred li...

Five hundred li...

Three hundred li...

The enemy was at the city gates!

"Formation, activate!"

The Western Symbol Prefecture's great Formation activated. A mysterious and solid beam of light shot straight into the sky from the city center, then spread out, forming a light shield that descended, covering the entire Western Symbol Prefecture and creating a solid defense.

Outside the city, the dark, oppressive Witch Race Cultivators hung silently in mid-air.

They confronted the people in the city.

"Another defensive Formation? Are you going to hold out and not come out? Watch me shatter your turtle shell."

He raised his hand, and a large hammer appeared. The hammer left his hands, flew high into the sky, transformed into a giant iron hammer a thousand zhang in size, and fell straight down.

With a loud bang.

The entire defensive Formation was like a calm surface of water struck by a large rock, sending ripples through it.

However, the great Formation still had some power and was not shattered by his hammer, but it felt precarious. If there was no support, it probably wouldn't last much longer.

The seriousness of the situation was far more than that.

The Cultivators, who were distributed in eight directions, each suppressing a Formation base, were struck by this hammer. Although it didn't directly hit them, the immense force transmitted from it caused everyone's hearts to sink, making them dizzy and disoriented.

If this happened a few more times, the Formation wouldn't break, but the people would be shaken to death by the aftershock.

"Let's see how many hammers you can withstand." The Witch Race Body Integration Cultivator also chuckled lightly; it was too easy.

With each hammer strike, the fluctuations of the great Formation became more and more obvious, as if it would break in the next moment.

The City Lord of Western Symbol Prefecture sighed deeply. Could it be that heaven intended to destroy my Western Symbol Prefecture?

The Body Integration Realm Witch Race Cultivator pushed again, and the originally thousand-zhang giant hammer transformed into a mountain, a full ten thousand zhang high.

This strike could flatten the entire Western Symbol Prefecture.

The great hammer drew closer and closer, pressing down on the defensive Formation. The defensive Formation shattered with a roar, leaving no defense!

Not just the City Lord, but everyone, looking at the giant dark shadow in the sky, felt certain death.

However, they still couldn't give up.

"Damn it, at worst, it's just death! Let's fight!"

Some Cultivators, resolved to die, began to activate forbidden techniques.

"Where did this hammer come from? Making it so big, is it trying to kill people?"

"Don't you have any public morality?!"

As everyone fell into despair, an angry shout came.

Then, an invisible giant hand, from the center of the city, shot up into the sky and pulled down the ten-thousand-zhang giant hammer.

The giant hammer grew smaller and smaller, finally shrinking to the size of an ordinary hammer. Everyone was dumbfounded.

They looked back in astonishment.

They saw a middle-aged man with long green robes, sword-like eyes, and starry brows, holding a hammer and casually weighing it.

"Who is this? So strong."

"Where did this Senior come from?"

The City Lord of Western Symbol Prefecture, with his sharp eyes, immediately recognized his Daoist robe: Tai Xuan Holy Land!

Elder You Xu weighed the hammer, seeing that the great Formation hadn't broken yet. He nodded and said:

"No casualties, not bad."

The Body Integration Realm Witch Race Cultivator's pupils constricted. There was still a Revered Master?

He couldn't disrupt the plan. First, he would see if he could talk to him. Mahayana Cultivators were emotionally detached; if he offered benefits, he probably wouldn't stop him.

Thinking this, he respectfully said:

"Fellow Daoist? I am from the Witch Race..."

Whoosh!

A sound of air breaking rang out, and that small hammer actually flew out, as fast as lightning.

"Witch your mother's head!"

"You're the damn one called the Witch Race, aren't you!"

The Body Fusion Elder was terrified. Before he could react, his great hammer flew back, filled with overwhelming Killing Intent.

With a muffled thud.

The great hammer struck his head squarely, a single hammer blow exploding his head. Boundless Killing Intent invaded his body, extinguishing his Divine Soul as well, cutting off his life force!

A headless corpse thus fell, crashing heavily to the ground.

Hiss, so strong? Gone with one hammer!

The Cultivators of Western Symbol Prefecture gained confidence. With such a Senior here, what was there to fear?

With the death of the Witch Race leader, the rest of the Witch Race did not panic. Even more, some directly shouted:

"Quick, that person is a Mahayana Cultivator! We can't escape if we stay together. Disperse and rush into the city!"

"Take the Human Race Cultivators hostage, otherwise we'll all die here."

In a moment of desperation, these Witch Race members even understood the tactics of a melee. So what if he was a Mahayana Cultivator?

If we mix with the Human Race, will you kill all of us?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

This method was indeed feasible. Among the Witch Race, besides the Body Integration Cultivator, there were several Void Refining Cultivators, dozens of Soul Transformation Cultivators, and countless Nascent Soul and Golden Core Cultivators.

This group of Witch Race numbered over ten thousand!

At this shout, the people of Western Symbol Prefecture immediately became nervous. The Mahayana Cultivator was strong, but they were weak!

If these people rushed in, surely this Mahayana Senior couldn't take care of everyone, could he?

"Retreat, enter the inner city for defense."

Elder You Xu was stunned for a moment. Ah, they're not running? They still dare to attack?

That makes things easier!

"All units, listen up."

Behind Elder You Xu, tens of thousands of Tai Xuan Disciples soared into the sky.

The Witch Race, who had just rushed halfway, looked at the overwhelming sea of people, caught between advance and retreat?

This, this, this?

"The Human Race is truly cunning! Hiding so many people and still using schemes."

"Quick, escape."

From attack to retreat, the change took only one second!

The Disciples of the Taixuan Holy Son's eyes gleamed fiercely?

Just this many people, is that enough to kill?

Some astute Disciples immediately flew at their fastest speed. Where were these Witch Race? These were their future wives' dowries!

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