With Jiang Ping An and the dozens of elite Holy Land disciples joining the battlefield, the mining district's defenders, who had been steadily falling back, found the pressure greatly eased.
These elite disciples' combat strength clearly surpassed that of ordinary cultivators by a wide margin.
There were enormous differences between cultivators.
Different bloodlines, different talents, different secret cultivation arts and resources—even cultivators at the same level could be as far apart as heaven and earth.
Cultivators who could enter a Holy Land and stand among its best generally possessed the formidable strength to fight opponents above their realm once they ventured into the outside world.
These outstanding Holy Land disciples joined the battle, unleashing powerful secret techniques on the densely packed beasts and effortlessly slaughtering them in swathes.
The beasts only appeared numerous; there were not actually that many at the Lord God Realm.
Each of these Holy Land prodigies could fight several beasts without facing any particularly great pressure.
One Lord God Level beast after another fell to them.
The great demon commanding the beasts noticed the arrival of these Holy Land prodigies and let out a roar, ordering a retreat.
The tide-like horde of beasts immediately began to fall back.
The mining guards and Holy Land reinforcements pressed their advantage, slaughtering beasts all along the way.
Only when they had pursued them to the edge of the continent containing the mineral veins did the senior officers order them to stop:
"Do not pursue them any farther, lest these beasts have laid a trap."
Everyone halted their pursuit.
Si Qiaonan slid his divine sword, unstained by even a trace of blood, into its golden scabbard and said disdainfully:
"The beasts here seem rather ordinary. Things aren't nearly as serious as Yue Qing made them sound."
Before coming, he had