Inside the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect, near the Spiritual Field.
Several cultivators were being relentlessly besieged by a large number of cultivators from outside.
Although the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect's outer disciples were stronger individually, there were simply too many enemies. Before long, several of them had been wounded.
"Fellow Daoists, they're almost at their limit... let's give them one more push!"
Someone among the cultivators shouted, "The sect master said that as long as we capture the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect, the spiritual energy of this blessed grotto-heaven will belong to us from now on!!!"
"Everyone, attack them with flying swords!"
Upon hearing this, one cultivator immediately controlled his flying sword and slashed toward the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect cultivators. "There are fewer of them. If we unleash our flying swords together, they definitely won't be able to defend themselves!"
"Right!"
"They can't block us!"
"Everyone, attack with flying swords!"
Prompted by this, the outside cultivators seemed to come to their senses. They summoned their flying swords one after another, preparing to attack. In an instant, dozens of gleaming swords were aimed at the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect cultivators.
"What?!" "These despicable bastards!" "Shameless scum!"
Unlike the outside cultivators, the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect cultivators immediately flew into a rage. "You cultivators from these great sects usually put on such righteous airs, yet now you covet our sect's abundant spiritual energy... and reveal such vicious, ugly faces!"
"Stop wasting words on them. Attack!"
The outside cultivators clearly knew they were in the wrong, so they simply launched their attack. Dozens of flying swords struck from different angles in an instant.
The Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect cultivators hurriedly defended themselves, but there were too many flying swords. In the end, several swords still