At this moment.
At the border of the Ling Clan Mountain Range Territory, where the Ling Clan Territory lay.
In one particular place.
Ling Chengxia was leading a force of three hundred Ling Clan cultivators in encircling and suppressing a hundred demonic cultivators and over a thousand demon beasts that had just entered his clan's territory.
Although there were no Golden Core cultivators among those demonic cultivators and demon beasts.
There were more than a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators, making them fairly formidable—an elite force.
Unfortunately, with Ling Chengxia, a Golden Core cultivator, overseeing the battlefield, that elite force became nothing more than a rabble of clay chickens and porcelain dogs.
In barely half an incense stick's time, that batch of demonic cultivators and demon beasts was completely slaughtered.
Of the more than three hundred Ling Clan cultivators under Ling Chengxia's command, the casualties could be counted on one's fingers. This was truly a resounding victory.
"Why haven't any Golden Core demon beasts or demonic cultivators come? I was hoping to earn a few cultivation resources."
Ling Chengxia looked toward the White Cloud Mountain Range, sighed, and felt somewhat regretful.
He had no mastery of any of the hundred arts. His usual cultivation resources came from the clan's offerings and from hunting demon beasts.
During this Demon Beast Uprising, he had wanted to earn some resources through battle and slaughter, so as to speed up his cultivation progress.
When he had charged into the Golden Core Realm, he had broken through on his own and had not used the clan's Golden Core Spirit Objects, so he bore no debts.
But how could he have known that it was not that the demonic cultivators and demon beasts besieging the Yan Kingdom were unwilling to send Golden Core combatants into Ling Clan