136: Reinforcements arrived, and the situation took a dramatic turn!

As Su Ling quietly walked out from the shadows of the mine, a thunderous cheer rang in his ears.

He saw two behemoths breaking through the clouds and speeding over from the distant sky.

Their pitch-black hulls gleamed with a cold metallic light, and they hadn't even activated the stealth Formation unique to the black armor mothership.

It was clear they were afraid of delaying their speed, terrified of being even a step late.

"Two black armor motherships!"

A trace of surprise flashed in Su Ling's eyes, and he secretly pondered:

One mothership is equipped with at least one Nascent Soul Cultivator and a thousand Core Formation Cultivators; two of them mean two Nascent Soul Cultivators and over two thousand fresh troops.

With this force joining, the chances of turning the tide in this battle for the resource point are high!

However, having said that, it would actually be best if they had activated their stealth Formation and gotten closer before launching their attack.

In that case, they could have at least caught the Qingming Faction off guard.

They might have even been able to secure more points.

Bai Yifan's figure suddenly appeared above the Formation, his cyan robes rustling in the wind.

He waved his hand at the Cultivators within the Formation, his voice filled with long-suppressed fervor.

"Everyone! Reinforcements have arrived, let the counterattack begin!"

Before his voice even faded, countless points of light suddenly lit up within the area covered by the Formation.

Streams of small Formation attacks shot out like a meteor shower, containing all the fear and frustration the Bitao Faction Cultivators had felt while being besieged for over two hours.

The two motherships in the sky also attacked simultaneously, with the spirit crystal cannons on their sides spewing out various colored spirit energy shells, blasting the front-line Cultivators of the Qingming Faction into chaos.

Furthermore, small combat Flying Boats flew out from the mothership hatches like locusts, skimming the ground to conduct guerrilla warfare.

For a moment, the Qingming Faction was forced into a continuous retreat, their ranks thrown into great disorder.

Following that, two figures swept out from the motherships.

One, wrapped in azure light and accompanied by a gale, was Ye Linfeng, who excelled in wind-element Cultivation Techniques.

The other, a water-blue sword light carrying a chill, was Xiao Hanque, who cultivated water-element Spells.

The two of them rendezvoused with Bai Yifan and Yan Wushuang, who had rushed out of the Formation.

The four figures were like four sharp swords, diving straight toward the four Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Qingming Faction.

"Nangong Yan! The previous battle was a draw, but today I will surely slay you!"

Bai Yifan channeled his ice-element Cultivation Technique, condensing countless ice shards around his body as he took the lead to engage his old rival, Nangong Yan.

Yan Wushuang transformed into a streak of golden light, lunging directly at Black Rock, who had not yet recovered from his injuries. His golden fist whistled through the air, "Black Rock, I let you escape last time, but this time I will definitely take your dog life!"

Ye Linfeng and Xiao Hanque did not hesitate either, each engaging one of the other two Sword Cultivators of the Qingming Faction.

In an instant, piercing sword lights tore through the sky, and the howling gale and biting cold scattered the dark clouds in the heavens.

The roar of the battle between the eight Nascent Soul powerhouses was incessant, and the fluctuations of their magic power spread out like giant waves, even sending rubble on the ground flying several yards into the air.

Seeing this, Su Ling's tense heart relaxed slightly.

He circulated his Thunder Shock Technique, causing blue lightning arcs to coil around his body. Standing near the Formation's light barrier, he continuously fired Azure Sky Thunder Fingers from his fingertips, precisely killing those Qingming Cultivators who were closest to the Formation.

However, everyone knew very well that although the Bitao Faction had added two thousand fresh troops, the Qingming Faction still had over three thousand Cultivators, so rashly rushing out of the Formation to fight would still leave them at a disadvantage.

The primary goal right now was, after all, to defend the resource point and preserve their base points.

Su Ling took a moment to glance at Bai Yifan high in the sky, and sure enough, he saw that while the other man's moves appeared lethal, he was actually holding back his strength.

It was clear he was also playing with the strategy of 'defense first'.

The battle situation gradually stabilized, and Su Ling was finally able to divert his attention to observe his surroundings.

But when his gaze swept toward the four Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Qingming Faction, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw that the corners of the mouths of Nangong Yan and the other three were slightly upturned; there was not the slightest panic on their faces regarding the arrival of reinforcements, but rather a strange, confident composure.

They even allowed the Bitao Cultivators from the motherships to successfully enter the Formation, watching as they relied on the Formation to counterattack recklessly.

"Something is wrong!"

Su Ling's heart suddenly chilled, and he expanded his Divine Sense to its limit, attempting to find the trick behind it.

But before he could detect anything unusual, a bone-chilling fluctuation suddenly spread from underground.

Countless shadowy Wandering Souls broke through the ground like a tide, and their shrill shrieks exploded within the Formation's light barrier!

"Ah..."

A chorus of screams immediately erupted within the Formation.

Over a hundred Core Formation Cultivators with weaker Divine Soul cultivation didn't even have time to react before their Divine Souls were torn apart by the soul tide, and their bodies collapsed limply to the ground.

"Not good! It's a soul tide!"

"How could it erupt at this time?! Quickly activate the Soul-Suppressing Drum!"

"The Formation nodes are broken? Some Cultivators have been devoured!"

In the chaos, the Cultivators at four or five Formation nodes were forced back or devoured by the Wandering Souls.

Losing the support of the nodes, the Formation's light barrier instantly dimmed, teetering like a candle in the wind.

"Dong!"

At this moment, a dull drum sound resonated through the sky.

A massive black war drum hovered within the Formation, and invisible sound waves rippled outward in all directions.

Wherever they passed, low-level Wandering Souls dissipated in wails, and a single strike annihilated tens of thousands of them.

But before everyone could heave a sigh of relief, an extremely sharp shriek from a Wandering Soul suddenly came from deep underground, instantly dispersing the sound waves of the Soul-Suppressing Drum.

Immediately after, an even larger scale of Wandering Souls surged out like a black tide, completely turning the mining area within a radius of more than ten miles into a ghost domain.

Hundreds of thousands of Wandering Souls shrieked in unison; although it did not possess the soul-shaking power of the Soul-Devouring Spider Mother's Soul-Shaking Shriek, it won by sheer numbers, to the point that every Bitao Cultivator within the Formation felt their minds shake violently, and even their hands forming hand seals began to tremble, making it impossible for them to cast complete Spells.

"Nangong Yan! What exactly have you done?!"

High in the sky, Bai Yifan detected the anomaly immediately, his eyes full of shock and anger.

Past soul tides were at most a scale of tens of thousands, but this time there were hundreds of thousands.

Wandering Souls above the third rank actually accounted for thirty percent, and there was even a Wandering Soul hidden within that radiated the aura of a Nascent Soul!

A soul tide of this scale could absolutely not have erupted naturally!

"Haha! Fellow Daoist Bai, you have realized this far too late!"

A hearty laugh shook the heavens, and in the sky more than ten miles away, a golden sword light shot over, revealing the figure of Jiang Wushe.

Without a word, his life-bound Flying Sword had already transformed into a streak of light, slashing directly toward Bai Yifan.

"Jiang Wushe?!"

"Five Nascent Soul Cultivators?!"

Bai Yifan's mind was shaken; he had never expected that the Qingming Faction was actually hiding a fifth Nascent Soul Cultivator!

Caught off guard, his protective ice armor was slashed open by the sword light, and his waist and abdomen were instantly drenched in blood.

"You are wrong!"

Nangong Yan's voice carried mockery. As his sword formula shifted, the cyan sword light transformed into a ferocious sword Dragon, lunging down, "It is six Nascent Soul Cultivators, plus one Nascent Soul-level Wandering Soul..."

"Today, we will not only take this resource point, but all of you must also remain here!"

In an instant, the cyan and gold sword Dragons crossed each other.

Like a pair of giant scissors, they sought to shear Bai Yifan into pieces.