262: Precarious

Seeing Murong Yue cast a Spell with extreme backlash to protect him...

If he had come out any later, the Howling Wind Tiger would have likely torn her apart.

Lu Tao didn't have time to wonder why the Howling Wind Tiger had rebelled.

He only wanted to crush all the skeletons and undead before him into dust.

The gold and white sword dragon roared in all directions, and Taibai Sword Qi covered the field.

Countless Sword Qi shrieked as they shuttled back and forth, shredding hundreds of undead in an instant.

Even their Soul fires were extinguished, leaving not a single wisp behind.

Lu Tao reappeared, caught Murong Yue who was still frozen in ice, and turned into a streak of sword light heading straight for the immortal ship in the distant sky.

Only in mid-air did he see the situation clearly.

A dense sea of undead raged around, and the Cultivators remaining at the Command Post were fighting continuously.

At the very top, a monstrous sea of fire covered the sky.

Occasionally, a pale sword beam flashed, splitting large sections of the fire sea.

The intense immortal power fluctuations were palpable even to Lu Tao, who was over ten miles away.

"What exactly happened?"

Lu Tao's brow furrowed as he looked at Murong Yue in his arms; her frozen eyes still seemed full of affection.

With a pang in his heart, Lu Tao sped up, dodging magic attacks from countless undead creatures to rush inside the immortal ship's shield.

"Junior Brother Lu..."

On the deck, two familiar Nascent Soul Senior Brothers rushed over.

Looking at Murong Yue frozen in ice, they didn't know what to say for a moment.

The Profound Water Cold Ice Art was a top-tier Cultivation Technique of the Bitao Sect, most suitable for those with ice or water Spiritual Roots.

Many female Cultivators in the Sect practiced this technique.

Among its Spells was one called Ice Frost Funeral, which used all of one's mana as a sacrifice to freeze and wipe out everything around.

The caster would also be frozen; although a sliver of life remained, their Foundation would be severely damaged even if they survived.

Murong Yue's condition was clearly the result of using Ice Frost Funeral.

"Senior Brothers, please take care of Senior Sister Murong for me."

Lu Tao carefully placed Murong Yue on the deck, gave her a deep look, and turned away resolutely, saying sternly, "As long as the immortal ship stands, all is well. If it is breached... even if you have to fight to the death, you must ensure her safety!"

"Yes, Junior Brother Lu!"

The two looked at each other and cupped their hands in response.

Lu Tao's status was much higher than theirs.

Now that his aura had reached Soul Transformation, they dared not disobey.

Lu Tao nodded slightly and vanished instantly as a sword light.

He didn't join the fight below but sped towards the squad's camp.

His brothers were there!

War spread across most of the plane, with undead creatures appearing everywhere.

The forbidden Spell prepared for so long by the Peak Sanctuary Necromancer had such a massive impact.

But the greatest losses were still among the many Cultivators fighting on the front lines.

Gulir had previously summoned dozens of Archmagi and over ten Legendary Necromancers, plus the sea of undead prepared for years.

This caught the Cultivators of the Seven Sects off guard.

Many squads were completely submerged by the sea of undead.

Fortunately, not all these Necromancers had appeared; they mostly used the sea of undead to wear down the Seven Sects' combat power.

This allowed many Integration Stage Cultivators to free themselves up and deal with things quickly.

Otherwise, the losses would have been even greater.

Su Ling and his group were quite unlucky; besides the Brown-Haired Man, there was another Legendary Necromancer entangling the Integration Stage Cultivator leading their team.

As a result, they had been fighting in isolation.

It wasn't until the forbidden Spell finished that Su Ling found a moment to release his many Corpse Puppets again, slightly improving the situation.

Even so, as many as a hundred Rank 5 beings still caused them significant casualties.

If not for the phoenix dance nine-fierce ruler controlled by the Artifact Spirit stubbornly holding back a large number of Rank 5 undead...

And the many Yin Souls within the ten thousand souls banner, led by the Soul-Devouring Spider Mother, continuously releasing Soul-Shaking Shrieks and Soul-Binding Silk...

Forcibly blocking the onslaught of undead, most of the Seven Sects' Cultivators would likely have died already.

Su Ling had exhausted all his tricks, even firing the Ghost Soul Arrow three times with full power from the Soul-Devouring Bow.

But the Brown-Haired Man actually had two Soul-defense magic items, which managed to block those three attacks.

Death Rays pierced the sky, making the Xuantian Bell clang loudly.

The Black Knight's spear was no match for the purple lightning sword and was severed several times.

Yet it was repeatedly reformed with death energy, frantically thrusting at Su Ling.

Protected by the Brown-Haired Man's magic items, the Frost Bone Dragon remained unharmed, its frost breath continuously limiting Su Ling's Shadow Stealth Art.

Su Ling had used all his Magic Treasures but still couldn't deal effective damage to the Brown-Haired Man.

Yet he didn't dare recall the phoenix dance nine-fierce ruler, or the Cultivators under him would find it even harder to survive.

In desperation, Su Ling could only entangle the three Peak Rank 5s while using instant Ghost Soul Arrows to clear the undead army below as much as possible.

He didn't know the situation in other areas, but if no top-tier combat power appeared here soon, the Seven Sects' Cultivators would surely lose.

Song Moting hovered in the air, swinging his Spiritual Artifact spear with all his might to protect the pale-faced Chen Miaoyin, who was continuously releasing sonic Spells with her jade flute.

He even used his body to block various incoming undead Spells.

His two defensive Magic Treasures had been shattered fifteen minutes ago, his Bitao dharma robe was in tatters, and his body was corroded in several places by magic.

Yet he gritted his teeth and persisted, not daring to retreat an inch.

Qi Yunling transformed into a storm, constantly crashing into the massive sea of undead.

But he was only at the Nascent Soul Stage; facing attacks from many Rank 5 undead, the storm fueled by his mana was dispersed in moments.

If not for his elegant movement techniques and a low-grade spirit tool for protection, he would have fallen long ago.

And his Swift Wind Golden Pupil Falcon, under siege from numerous flying undead, was soaked in blood and on the brink of death.

Qi Yunling risked detonating a high-grade magic treasure to barely save it, pulling it into his Spirit beast bag.

The most resilient person on the field was still Luo Xuanxiao; his Purple Cloud Thunder Fire was extremely lethal to undead, forcing even Rank 5 undead to temporarily avoid its edge.

But likewise, he attracted the attention of many undead creatures.

Almost every second, dense undead Spells were blasted at him.

His two defensive Magic Treasures had long since exploded; he relied solely on his powerful body tempered by lightning arts, swinging the spirit artifact Thunder Whip in his hand to attack.

Honestly, if they hadn't had Spiritual Artifacts in hand, their attack power wouldn't have rivaled the Soul Transformation stage.

Combined with the phoenix dance nine-fierce ruler controlled by the Artifact Spirit releasing a wide-range Southern Bright Departing Fire to divide the battlefield...

They wouldn't have lasted until now.

Even so, Zhao Lie, Qin Jueying, Lu Chenzhou... the Seven Sects' Disciples following Su Ling were all severely injured.

Most of the other Loose Cultivators were dead or injured, and even Zheng Cheng, the manager of the Treasure Pavilion, now had half his body corroded and lay on the ground dying.

This battle was truly too tragic.

So far, fewer than two hundred of the thousands of War Slaves remained, all of them Rank 4 or 5 Demon Species and Orcs.

Every War Slave was covered in wounds, as if they might die at any moment.

Su Ling saw this and was anxious.

Seeing that reinforcements were delayed, he steeled himself and swallowed a Hundred Spirit Spring Return Pill.

He suddenly looked up, staring directly at the mocking Brown-Haired Man.

A deep purple light swirled in his left eye, and Yin baleful energy spread out.

Soul Capturing Nether Pupils, activated once more!