137: The tide has turned.

"Six Nascent Souls plus one Nascent Soul remnant soul..."

Bai Yifan looked at the wound on his waist that was constantly seeping blood, his face instantly turning pale as paper, and even the ice-blue Flying Sword floating beside him began to tremble.

Ye Linfeng and Xiao Hanque also had similarly grim expressions, and the wind and water-based mana on their bodies showed a hint of disorder.

They had traveled thousands of miles to provide support, originally aiming for the 'massive amount of merit points' promised by Bai Yifan.

But now, let alone defending the resource point and gaining a large number of points... whether they could leave alive had become an unknown.

With seven Nascent Souls against four, the high-end combat power was already an overwhelming force!

Not to mention there were four Direct Disciple Sword Cultivators from the Qingming Sword Sect among them.

As the head of the Seven Sects, the Sword Cultivators produced by the Qingming Sword Sect were already known for their fierce attacks.

At this moment, their Aura was like a rainbow and their sword intent surged, each sword light carrying a sharp whistle that seemed to tear through space.

In contrast, Bai Yifan and the other two could only shrink their defensive line and resist passively, even their counterattacks appearing hesitant.

The Cultivator controlling the Nascent Soul remnant soul remained nowhere to be seen, like a venomous snake hidden in the shadows, making them not dare to be the slightest bit careless for fear of exposing a weakness and being ambushed.

Even for escaping, they had to carefully consider the direction.

Only Yan Wushuang's side was still relatively relaxed.

Black Rock had already been injured in the previous battle, and now, facing Yan Wushuang's metal-attribute Body Refining Cultivation Technique, he dared not fight head-on.

The two seemed to be evenly matched, with fist winds and Magic Treasures constantly colliding.

In reality, both were holding back, forming a strange tacit understanding.

Black Rock feared a slip-up that would cost him his life, while Yan Wushuang wanted to preserve his strength to deal with the subsequent crisis.

"Screech!"

A sharp, ear-piercing screech, like metal scraping, suddenly exploded within the Formation's light barrier, instantly penetrating the Divine Soul defenses of the Bitao Faction Cultivators.

The dozen or so Core Formation Cultivators controlling the Soul-Suppressing Drums didn't even have time to scream before blood leaked from their seven orifices and their Divine Souls were extinguished.

Immediately after, a massive soul body surrounded by black mist rose from the ground; it was precisely that Nascent Soul-level remnant soul!

With a wave of its hands, countless soul arrows as black as ink shot out in all directions.

The eyes of over a hundred Bitao Cultivators instantly rolled back, and their bodies slumped down; their Divine Souls had been annihilated by the soul arrows, and their lives were extinguished.

Under this strike, another four or five Formation nodes completely collapsed.

Coupled with the Formation bombardment launched by the Qingming Faction Cultivators taking the opportunity, the already teetering grand Formation barrier cracked with a "ka-cha" sound, forming spiderweb-like fissures.

After just a few breaths, it shattered with a bang, dissipating into spiritual energy fragments across the sky.

The Bitao Faction Cultivators, who were already in disarray from the harassment of countless Wandering Souls, were suddenly exposed to the enemy's eyes.

"The grand Formation is broken! Charge and kill with me!"

Several Sword Cultivators from the Qingming Faction soared into the air, their natal Flying Swords turning into streaks of azure light as they one after another performed the 'Sword-Body Unification' secret technique, charging straight into the resource point that had become a ghost domain.

The Qingming Core Formation Cultivators below also quickly formed squads, launching a slaughter through cluster charges.

The Bitao Faction had long since become a heap of loose sand, unable to organize any effective counterattack.

They could only struggle in vain between the Soul Tide and the rain of swords, or flee frantically in all directions.

However, even more people were rapidly cut down.

"Seize the points! Don't let a single one escape!"

The roars of the Qingming Cultivators rose one after another, their eyes flashing with greedy light.

Every time they killed a Bitao Cultivator, the point count on the token at their waist would jump once.

This was precisely their most urgent desire at this moment.

"The situation is lost."

Su Ling sighed helplessly in his heart, yet his fingertips shot out several Azure Sky Thunder Fingers without hesitation, killing two Qingming Cultivators who tried to ambush him on the spot.

Then, without any hesitation, the thunder light around him surged, turning into a streak of azure-blue lightning as he fled toward the west side of the resource point.

He clearly remembered that Jiang Wushe had come from the direction of the Bitao Faction's city.

There was a high probability that an ambush was hidden in that direction.

The path back was cut off; only by taking a detour to escape would there be a chance of survival.

However, Su Ling did not panic.

He was currently only at the Core Formation Mid-stage, and his points were only a little over a thousand, far less 'valuable' than Late-stage Core Formation or Peak Core Formation Cultivators.

Moreover, his newly promoted ten thousand souls banner had not yet been blooded, and his lightning Spells countered most Cultivation Techniques; if anyone below the Nascent Soul stage dared to pursue, it would just be throwing their lives away.

During his escape, his toes lightly tapped the ground, quietly leaving behind azure thunder footprints.

This was the 'Thunder Trace' trap that came with the thunder-rushing cloud-treading boots.

Once someone stepped on it, they would be paralyzed by the thunder light.

At the same time, the ten thousand souls banner operated quietly under the cover of the ghost domain, and wisps of Wandering Souls escaped from his sleeves, sinking into the ground.

Controlled by the Spider Mother Demon Soul's Soul Silk, Su Ling could manipulate them as easily as his own fingers even from over ten miles away, launching attacks on those who stepped on the Thunder Traces.

He also took the time to condense three Ghost Soul Arrows, constantly absorbing the power of the surrounding dissipating Wandering Souls.

The nearly physical Ghost Soul Arrows had always been Su Ling's trump card in combat.

If he encountered a Peak Core Formation Cultivator blocking his way, he could use them for an instant kill.

If he was unfortunate enough to encounter a Nascent Soul, he could also use them to buy time to escape.

Soon, Su Ling fled to the eastern edge of the resource point; just as he killed two Core Formation Mid-stage Cultivators blocking his path, his Divine Sense swept over a familiar figure.

Xu Zijie!

It was exactly the middle-aged Late-stage Core Formation Cultivator who had cleared his doubts before they set out.

At this moment, Xu Zijie was at the end of his rope, the light of his shield-type Magic Treasure dim and covered in cracks.

His left arm had been cut off, and blood soaked his robes.

He was being besieged by two Late-stage Core Formation and one Early Core Formation Stage Cultivators, and it looked like he was about to perish.

"Forget it."

Su Ling sighed slightly, his figure suddenly veering as he turned into a streak of thunder light and shot toward them.

"Boom!"

Azure thunder exploded in the middle of the battlefield, knocking away the two Magic Treasures attacking Xu Zijie.

Amidst the swirling dust, the thunder shadow sword transformed into three sword shadows, piercing through the heads of the three Qingming Cultivators like lightning.

They didn't even see clearly who the attacker was before their Divine Souls were annihilated by the thunder arcs.

"Han... Fellow Daoist Han?!"

Xu Zijie looked at the suddenly appearing Su Ling, his expression shaking violently, his eyes full of disbelief.

He clearly remembered that 'Han Yu' was only at the Core Formation Mid-stage.

To be able to kill three Core Formation Cultivators in an instant, this strength was simply terrifying!

"It can't be held, leave quickly!"

Su Ling left these words and, without waiting for Xu Zijie's response, turned into thunder light again and fled toward the outskirts of the battlefield.

Xu Zijie stood frozen in place, looking in the direction Su Ling had gone, his heart filled with a mix of emotions.

He had merely casually cleared the other's doubts, never imagining it would result in the other saving his life.

He dared not delay and hurriedly circulated his remaining mana, following Su Ling's direction to escape.

Meanwhile, at the center of the resource point, the battle had completely turned into a one-sided slaughter.

Bai Yifan and the other two were pinned down by the six Qingming Nascent Souls, unable to even break through.

Seeing that the situation was bad, Yan Wushuang no longer remained at a stalemate with Black Rock; he threw a heavy punch at the opponent and took the opportunity to flee toward another direction first.

He was well aware that only by avoiding the main force of the Qingming Faction would there be a glimmer of hope for survival.