Just as the young disciple happily believed everything had temporarily settled down, the sect's communication Spirit Talisman suddenly began flashing without warning. His heart tightened at this abrupt change. He hurried over to inspect it and discovered that it was a distress signal from a distant Immortal Mountain.
This Immortal Mountain was said to be protected by an ancient immortal formation, as impregnable as a fortress. Yet it had now fallen into such a grave crisis, showing just how serious the situation had become. The young disciple did not dare delay in the slightest. He immediately gathered the sect's elite disciples and rushed toward the Immortal Mountain without stopping.
After a rapid journey, they finally reached their destination. Yet the sight before them made everyone draw a sharp breath—the skies above Immortal Mountain were shrouded in dark clouds, with thunder roaring and lightning flashing. Bolts of black lightning, like savage dragons, struck mercilessly at the once-indestructible immortal formation. Under the fierce assault, the formation was already on the verge of collapse.
At the foot of the mountain, a horde of demonic beasts corrupted by Dark Power was frantically battering the defenses. They bared their fangs and claws, their faces twisted with ferocity, while terrifying howls constantly escaped their mouths. There were countless demonic beasts, and they were immensely powerful. They were clearly no ordinary foes.
Faced with such a dire situation, the young disciple made a swift decision and commanded everyone to join the battle without hesitation. Holding a coldly gleaming immortal sword, he flashed forward like lightning and charged into the horde of demonic beasts. His swordsmanship was divine, every strike accurately piercing a vital point. Wherever he went, demonic beasts fell one after another amid endless shrieks.
However, just as the battle reached its most intense point, an