167: Chapter 166 Borrowing a Cannon

In the Great Qian Imperial Palace, Xiao Ye was holding his newly accepted demon concubine, Palace Master Mosha, lying on the dragon couch, enjoying the flowers and the moon; his days were more carefree than those of an immortal.

The front lines of the Endless Sea, however, were a different scene.

The armies of the Tianji Holy Land and the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land had long since been blinded by bloodlust.

The seawater was dyed dark red with demon blood, and countless corpses and fragments of broken Spiritual Artifacts floated on the sea surface, with a thick, bloody stench permeating the very air.

On the battle lines of both sides, several Mahayana Realm Cultivators had already fallen.

One must know that, excluding the Earth Immortal Old Ancestors who remained in seclusion, a Holy Land only had about a dozen Mahayana powerhouses; losing even one would cause heartache for years.

Now that several had been lost in one go, this grudge was completely set in stone.

"Ah—!"

High above, a figure fell like a shooting star, smashing heavily into the scorched black earth and creating a bottomless pit.

"Sky Wolf!" Master Wujizi shouted in grief, his eyes bloodshot, his voice trembling.

"Revered Master of Sky Wolf Peak!" Countless Disciples of the Tianji Holy Land saw this scene, their eyes turning red.

The Revered Master of Sky Wolf Peak, a Middle Stage Mahayana Cultivator of the Tianji Holy Land and one of the few powerhouses in the East Sea Region, had fallen.

"Revered Master!" The Disciples of Sky Wolf Peak knelt on the ground, crying in unison, their heart-wrenching wails echoing in the sea breeze.

Master Wujizi clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, blood dripping from between his fingers.

Beside him, several Mahayana Elders stared with red eyes at the blood-drenched demon figure in the opposing Yao Race camp, gritting their teeth.

"Kill—!" It was unclear who roared first, but several Mahayana Elders charged out simultaneously, their spiritual power fully unleashed, their combat strength soaring, engaging the Mahayana powerhouses of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land.

With flashing blades and clashing spiritual power, the battle shook the heavens and the earth, causing the seawater to churn and reverse.

However, it was useless.

The Heavenly Demon Sacred Land had a greater number of Mahayana powerhouses and already held the advantage; combined with the successive losses on the Tianji Holy Land side, even if they fought with their lives, it was to no avail.

The Elders were suppressed and forced to retreat steadily, their bodies covered in countless wounds, blood staining their robes.

"I will fight you to the death!"

An Elder of the Early Stage Mahayana with white hair and beard roared, the spiritual power within his body surging violently, and blinding white light shone from his entire body, like a sun about to explode.

He grabbed the opposing Middle Stage Mahayana Yao Cultivator and refused to let go.

"Lunatic—!" The Yao Cultivator's expression changed drastically, struggling desperately and unleashing spiritual power, but he could not break free from those withered hands.

"Boom—!"

The white light exploded, and a world-destroying shockwave swept in all directions, leveling everything within a hundred miles.

That Mahayana Elder had self-detonated, his Physical Body and Primordial Spirit turning into nothingness.

The Middle Stage Mahayana Yao Cultivator was blown to shreds, dying on the spot without even his Primordial Spirit managing to escape.

"Old fellow... so fierce..." In the distance, another Mahayana Elder of the Tianji Holy Land looked at the ball of white light that had not yet dissipated, his eyes rimmed with red, his lips trembling, his voice hoarse.

The price of self-detonation was Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, not even leaving a chance for Reincarnation.

He was not unaware of this, but he had done it anyway.

Because, for the Tianji Holy Land, there was nowhere left to retreat.

The remaining Mahayana Elders looked at each other, and in each other's eyes, they saw the same thought—since we cannot beat them, let us die together.

Their spiritual power began to churn and surge, blinding light shining from their bodies, each one like a powder keg about to ignite.

When the Mahayana powerhouses of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land saw this, they were scared almost to the point of wetting themselves.

They shouted one after another, "Damn it! These old geezers are throwing their lives away!"

One self-detonation had killed one of their Middle Stage powerhouses; if they all blew themselves up, none of them would be able to escape.

"Retreat—! Retreat quickly—!" It was unclear who shouted first, but the Mahayana powerhouses of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land turned and fled, oiling their feet, each faster than the last.

They fled with their tails between their legs, in a sorry state.

"Pursue!" Someone on the Tianji Holy Land side shouted.

"Do not pursue." Master Wujizi waved his hand, watching the fleeing figures, and sighed, looking as if he had aged several hundred years.

Their lives were lives, but the lives of his own Elders were also lives.

There was no need to sacrifice the lives of more Elders just to chase after a pack of stray dogs.

He turned around, looking at the devastated battlefield behind him, at the Disciples lying in pools of blood, at the wreckage still burning, and remained silent for a long time.

"Pass down the order: cease hostilities and recuperate." Master Wujizi's voice was hoarse.

When the transmission talisman lit up, Xiao Ye was cuddling Palace Master Mosha, lying on the dragon couch eating grapes.

Sunlight spilled in through the gauze curtains, warm and cozy; the grapes were large and sweet, and with a beauty in his arms, the life of an immortal was nothing more than this.

"Who is it? It's mid-afternoon, disturbing one's dream." Xiao Ye lazily picked up the transmission talisman and injected a trace of spiritual power into it.

Master Wujizi's voice popped out from the stone, carrying a bit of urgency and a bit of embarrassment: "Little Friend Xiao, I would like to borrow your aurora warship. The war on the front lines is tight, the Yao Race has too many Mahayana powerhouses, and we cannot hold on."

Xiao Ye heard this and said without hesitation: "Borrow it. When do you need it?"

Master Wujizi was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting him to agree so readily: "Right now. The front line is an emergency."

"Fine, I will have A-Diao send it to you." Xiao Ye paused and added, "You must provide your own cannonballs; I don't have many Spirit Stones left. The last time I fired a few shots, it burned over a million, and it made my heart ache so much I couldn't sleep for days."

Master Wujizi's mouth twitched: "... How many Spirit Stones for a cannonball?"

"Two hundred thousand Spirit Stones per shot." Xiao Ye quoted a price, his tone as sincere as someone selling vegetables at the market.

System: ??? Why do I remember it being one hundred thousand per shot? Are you profiteering from the war here?

Master Wujizi was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth: "Fine."

"Deal." Xiao Ye hung up the transmission talisman with a smile, rolled off the bed, and patted A-Diao on the head: "Go, send the aurora warship to the front lines. Take one hundred thousand Spirit Stones with you while you're at it; don't let people say we are stingy."

A-Diao let out a "Chi" sound, expressing protest—why should I be the delivery person? I'm not a courier.

Xiao Ye glared at it: "Are you going or not? If you don't go, there will be no roast spirit lamb tonight."

A-Diao immediately flapped its wings and flew away.

In the face of roast spirit lamb, what was dignity?

A month later, the war began again.

The army of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land returned, and this time, they had mobilized the Mahayana powerhouses from the Heavenly Demon headquarters, swearing to break through the Tianji Holy Land's defense line in one fell swoop.

The Yao Race Mahayana powerhouses stood in the clouds, looking down from above, aggressive and menacing, each one looking ferocious with fangs exposed, as if they wanted to swallow the sky.

"Kill—!"

The Yao Race army surged forward like a tide, with the Mahayana powerhouses charging at the very front, spiritual power fully unleashed, palm shadows flying, blades and swords flashing, covering the sky and the earth.

On the Tianji Holy Land side, Master Wujizi stood on the deck of the aurora warship, looking at the black mass of the Yao Race army surging from afar, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

Beside him, several Mahayana Elders stood in a row, their expressions grave, but their eyes held a hint of anticipation.

"Aim." Master Wujizi spoke calmly.

Below the aurora warship, three giant cannon barrels slowly extended, the muzzles shining with blinding white light, surging energy condensing crazily within the cannon chambers, and the entire Airship trembled slightly.

"Fire."

"Boom— Boom— Boom—!"