160: Qi Yunling, Luo Xuanxiao!

"How would I know where he went!"

Shen Qingxuan roared, his eyes practically spitting fire. "Who cares where he went! It's better if he's not here... Break this Formation first; today, I must make this group of Azure Wave people all die in this volcano!"

Before his voice had even faded, the jade ruler in his hand erupted with brilliant spiritual light once more. Abandoning the bombardment of the Formation, it transformed into a cyan-white stream of light, shooting straight toward Zhao Lie and Murong Yue.

Both being Nascent Soul, Shen Qingxuan's cultivation had been stable for many years, making him a cut above the two who had only recently promoted.

The jade ruler transformed into ruler shadows filling the sky, enveloping the figures of the two like a rainstorm.

Murong Yue and Zhao Lie dared not be negligent and hurriedly summoned their defensive Magic Treasure.

A water-patterned shield and a fire-patterned armor lit up simultaneously, their two spiritual lights intertwining to barely block this fierce onslaught.

Fortunately, with the support of the Formation light screen behind them, they could advance to attack and retreat to defend, so they did not fall into a disadvantage for the moment.

However, the offensive from the other five Nascent Soul Cultivators remained fierce; even with the interference of the Illusion Sound Spell, most of their Spells still landed on the Formation light screen.

The Azure Wave Cultivators maintaining the Formation were already sweating profusely; the bombardment, which had lasted for two hours, had already caused many nodes of the Formation to become overwhelmed.

Many Formation patterns even began to burst, emitting faint cracking sounds.

"Skree!"

Just then, a sharp eagle cry came from afar, possessing immense piercing power, instantly drowning out the roaring sounds on the battlefield.

Everyone looked toward the sound, only to see a hawk with jet-black feathers flying over rapidly. Its feather tips shimmered with a cold, frigid light, and its pair of golden pupils shone startlingly bright under the sun.

A distance of several dozen miles was covered in just a blink.

Two figures shot out like lightning from the back of the Swift Wind Golden Pupil Falcon; as their robes fluttered, they dove straight into the battlefield with a sharp Aura.

"Miaoyin, do not panic; I, Qi, am here!"

Qi Yunling wore ink-colored leather armor studded with beast teeth; with a flick of his sleeves, a large expanse of pale cyan Wind Blades scattered down.

The Wind Blades were as sharp as knives; in an instant, they sliced over a dozen Yangquan Faction Cultivators who couldn't dodge in time into two. Fresh blood splattered onto the volcanic ash, blooming into patches of dark red.

Luo Xuanxiao gave a cold snort, his hands quickly slipping into a pair of purple-gold thunder-patterned gloves, ten sharp claws sparking with crackling electricity.

Without a word, he fiercely swiped toward Shen Qingxuan's direction. Ten arm-thick purple lightning claw beams condensed abruptly, carrying the crackling sound of electricity as they crisscrossed toward Shen Qingxuan.

Having only recently promoted to Nascent Soul, he had actually directly challenged the strongest opponent here!

That Swift Wind Golden Pupil Falcon was not to be outdone; it let out a deafening eagle cry, transformed into a black streak of light, and charged straight toward the Core Formation Cultivators of the Yangquan Faction.

Many people saw that it was only a Peak third-rank Yao Beast and felt a bit of contempt, successively unleashing Spells to blast it.

But the hawk's speed was startlingly fast; its figure nimbly weaved through the sky-filling Spells, and it actually evaded every single attack.

The next moment, the black streak of light suddenly accelerated, its sharp wings sweeping across the air like a divine weapon, instantly tearing three small Flying Boats in half.

The Core Formation Cultivators on the boats didn't even have time to scream before they were ground into minced meat.

A rain of blood mixed with the wreckage of the Flying Boats fell from the sky, crashing onto the volcanic rock with dull thuds.

With three Nascent Soul combatants suddenly joining, the battlefield situation was instantly stirred into a pot of boiling chaos.

How could the Core Formation Cultivators of the Yangquan Faction withstand such an impact?

Qi Yunling's sleeve emitted Wind Blades like a pouring rainstorm, each one carrying a sharp sound of tearing through the air.

The Swift Wind Golden Pupil Falcon was even more like black lightning; wherever its sharp claws passed, the Cultivators' protective spiritual light shattered like thin paper, blood splashing onto the volcanic ash and instantly congealing into black-red marks.

Those Core Formation Cultivators couldn't even put up a decent resistance; they were either sliced in two by Wind Blades or torn apart by the hawk's wings and claws, with dozens falling in just a few short breaths.

Shen Qingxuan had originally wanted to take advantage of the gap before the Formation broke to launch a full-force attack, but he was tightly entangled by Luo Xuanxiao.

This newly promoted Nascent Soul had purple lightning coiling around his body, and the crackling current on the purple-gold thunder-patterned gloves had almost condensed into substance; every claw strike carried an earth-shattering Aura.

Ten purple lightning claw beams crisscrossed to seal off Shen Qingxuan's retreat, forcing him to pause breaking the Formation and focus on dealing with this fearless opponent.

What gave the Yangquan Faction even more of a headache was Chen Miaoyin.

Hiding behind the Formation light screen, her white jade flute sound was sometimes as gentle as silk, sometimes as rapid as a drum, and the Illusion Sound Spell was like fine needles, constantly stabbing into everyone's Sea of Consciousness.

The other five Nascent Soul Cultivators had wanted to continue bombarding the Formation, but Zhao Lie's fiery red spear had already arrived with a prairie fire; the spear tip brushed against one Nascent Soul's Magic Treasure light screen, actually melting out a gap by force.

Murong Yue's water dragon circled to the side, spitting water arrows to constantly harass them.

Added to the sneak attacks of Wind Blades that Qi Yunling flicked out from time to time, the five Nascent Soul Cultivators were stirred into irritation and had to temporarily stop, turning to engage the three in battle.

As for Chen Miaoyin, with the Formation light screen blocking, the attacks from the Yangquan Cultivators couldn't touch her at all.

Those Core Formation Cultivators wandering on the periphery were in even more miserable straits, chased by the Swift Wind Golden Pupil Falcon in front and interfered with by the Illusion Sound Spell from behind.

They had no choice but to leave behind hundreds of mangled corpses and retreat in disarray back to the black armor mothership, relying on the mothership's defensive Formation to temporarily avoid the brunt of the attack.

"Damn it! This bunch of trash!"

Shen Qingxuan cursed repeatedly, his pure Yang magic power surging; the cyan-white jade ruler drew an arc in the air, its body shining with dazzling white light and blasting toward Luo Xuanxiao with a high temperature capable of incinerating everything.

His cultivation was far superior to his opponent's, and he had intended to end the fight quickly with this blow, but Luo Xuanxiao actually withstood it by force.

The purple lightning shield was melted away by more than half by the white light; blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his figure retreated several zhang in succession.

Yet he still pressed his lips together, and while forming seals with his hands, more purple lightning poured from his palms, blocking in front of Shen Qingxuan once again.

"Seeking death!"

Shen Qingxuan was so angry that his eyes were splitting; no matter how fiercely he attacked, Luo Xuanxiao was like a tough bone, and even though he was covered in wounds, he bit down tenaciously and wouldn't let go.

What was even more bizarre was the situation on Qi Yunling's side.

He and the Swift Wind Golden Pupil Falcon cooperated tacitly; the man and the hawk stirred up a violent tornado around them, and the wind pillar was mixed with sharp Wind Blades and the hawk's sharp claws.

It actually swept three Nascent Soul Cultivators into the wind pillar; their vision was obscured by the wild wind, and their Spells were shredded by Wind Blades as soon as they condensed.

For a time, they were entangled and unable to move, completely unable to support the others.

Zhao Lie and Murong Yue also took the opportunity to exert their strength.

Zhao Lie's spear danced faster and faster, the flames almost condensing into substance, and every slash forced his opponent to retreat repeatedly.

Murong Yue controlled the water dragon to entangle another Nascent Soul Cultivator while simultaneously flicking out a water-type Flying Sword to constantly blast the opponent's defensive Magic Treasure.

Seeing the situation stabilize slightly, Chen Miaoyin no longer hid behind the light screen; she soared out, the white jade flute sound suddenly becoming sharp, and a large-scale Illusion Sound Spell flooded like a tide toward the three Nascent Soul Cultivators trapped by the tornado.

The three, already stirred into irritation by the wild wind, felt a stabbing pain in their Sea of Consciousness under the influence of the Illusion Sound Spell, and their protective spiritual light dimmed slightly in an instant.

Qi Yunling seized the opportunity, and Wind Blades blasted onto the spiritual light like a rainstorm, emitting a 'crack' sound of shattering.

The three were greatly alarmed and hurriedly urged their Spells and Magic Treasure to blast the tornado, wanting to escape as quickly as possible.

But no one expected that Qi Yunling's strength would be so formidable.

The tornado generated an extremely powerful rotational force; not only could their Spells and Magic Treasure not attack in one place, but even their figures were somewhat unstable.

In a short time, it was simply impossible to escape.