Slay Golden Cores, Enter the Sea of Sand (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Brilliant spiritual radiance filled the air. Zhang Yongxin and Jia Yun were both ashen-faced.

They had no idea how many spirit talismans they had thrown out—fourth-rank, third-rank—but aside from briefly flooding the area with spiritual light, they could not hold back the assault for long.

At first, Zhang Yongxin had continuously sent out his golden flying sword artifact, slashing again and again in a vain attempt to carve out a path to survival—or destroy the teleportation array.

The fourth-rank flying sword artifact, surging with dense sword light, was indeed tremendously formidable. Even when it struck the Twin-Headed Turtle Demon King's shell, it could leave behind a massive sword scar.

But the Earth Dragon Demon King's battle experience was exceedingly abundant.

Every so often, its enormous golden tail would smash down and batter the flying sword straight into the mountain.

Once the flying sword was knocked away, the two of them could only rely on a golden hook endlessly circling through the air, along with a barely fourth-rank black-patterned dharma shield.

Their artifacts were instantly stretched thin, able only to hold on with bitter difficulty. Jia Yun even had to keep taking out third-rank spirit puppets and sending them forward as though sending them to their deaths.

For the two of them, they had far too few fourth-rank artifacts and too few means at their disposal. Yet they faced six Demon Kings and one Golden Core cultivator. Even with an array, they could not fend them off completely. Even buying time was a luxury.

The Earth Dragon Demon King's Mountain Prison Art, which closed in from time to time, and its enormous golden tail—either one, if it landed, would deal a devastating blow.

Naturally, Ye Jingcheng would not give the two of them a chance to catch their breath.

"Everyone, strike