After the shouts of battle, several people fell to the ground one after another, and the remaining cultivators scattered throughout the mountains, but at this point the situation was out of control.
Stimulated by desire and tension, the wildfire in the cultivators' hearts grew stronger and stronger. They thought about the Spirit Stone on the people around them, and the coldness in their eyes was gradually burned away by a raging fire.
The weapons in their hands were already imbued with Magic Power. After a brief standoff, bursts of sword rain mixed with precious light erupted between the mountains.
Then came the screams of cultivators, mixed with the roars of Desolate Beast, echoing throughout the world. The ancient golden light in the distance seemed to have seen this scene before, showing no reaction whatsoever as the world shone brightly.
Desire filled people's hearts, and order crumbled in the wilderness. Before entering the city, everyone was a wild beast. In this desolate world, there was no order or civilization to speak of.
Xu Long gazed at the shimmering golden light in the distance. The city in the Land of Exile offered cultivators more than just a sense of security; it provided something else that was even more important.
The battle below was already fierce. Cultivators gathered from all directions, and for whatever reason, they attacked each other. The tremors between the mountains grew stronger and stronger, and the range of Magic Power shimmered higher and higher.
As the crowd gradually dispersed, many cultivators who had traveled thousands of miles had already fallen, their Spirit Stone snatched away by their fellow cultivators, their wide-eyed stares still gazing unwillingly into the distance.
The golden light in their eyes slowly disappeared from their pupils. They died without ever entering the cultivator city, and when people talked about them, they would only say that they were nameless victims in the Red Land.
As the battle intensified, Xu Long suddenly discovered that the group of Mist Beast that had been hiding in the mountains had also undergone a change.
As if they could accurately grasp the battle situation between cultivators, they responded and moved in response to the infighting among them.
Hissing sounds echoed through the mountains. The cultivators were locked in fierce combat, their crimson eyes fixed on the Spirit Stone stones on their opponents, seemingly unaware of the approaching tide of Mist Beast.
As the rustling sounds grew louder, the horde of Mist Beast that had been lingering in the mountains slowly enveloped the group, and the encirclement gradually tightened, while the cultivators within still glared at each other hostilely.
Xu Long narrowed his eyes, inwardly sighing: There are indeed wise individuals among the Mist Beast clan.
When I saw the Mist Beast stop moving, I thought it was just slow to act and didn't dare to be too reckless under the influence of the energy core. But I didn't expect the Mist Beast to be conserving its energy.
The higher beings among them probably already knew that the cultivators would come here, and they also understood the possibility of infighting among the cultivators.
The encirclement that had formed made the Mist Beast Tide look like a seasoned hunter, always keeping its fangs hidden in the shadows, controlling all its prey before slowly finishing off its prey.
By the time the cultivators inside realized what was happening, it was too late. If they hadn't fought amongst themselves, they could have fought the hidden horde of Mist Beast once they reached the mountain range.
At this moment, the horde of Mist Beast had already surrounded the group. They were just waiting for the higher beings among them to give the order, and the blue waves that covered the mountains and plains would suddenly engulf the small boat.
Xu Long, suspended in mid-air, slowly shook his head. It was impossible for him to go down and help at this moment. The higher beings in this horde of Mist Beast were extremely intelligent and could not be regarded as ordinary Mist Beast.
However, the encirclement has now slowly taken shape, and the fierce battles between cultivators have wasted their Magic Power and caused casualties. How can they possibly contend with the well-rested tide of Mist Beast beasts?
Just as the group of cultivators was about to be completely surrounded by the horde of Mist Beast, someone finally realized what was happening and stopped fighting, causing a commotion. The crowd finally came to their senses.
Looking at the heavy waves of blue light around them, everyone in the arena felt a chill in their hearts, and the atmosphere instantly turned cold. Their gazes were fixed on the slowly moving Mist Beast on the periphery, and their eyes held a hint of hostility.
When the horde of Mist Beast on the outskirts was discovered, their movements all froze, and the two sides were locked in a momentary standoff.
When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman profits!
"Run!"
Suddenly, a furious roar erupted from the back of the crowd, followed by a faint glimmer of light flashing within the crowd.
This roar, imbued with immense energy, exploded like thunder in spring as it burst forth from the tip of the tongue, piercing the hearts of everyone like a sharp sword.
The rolling sound waves, carrying energy, caught everyone off guard. The sound waves struck them and lingered in their minds for a moment. Even the horde of Mist Beast was momentarily stunned by the sound.
The cultivator behind him was prepared before his words were even uttered like thunder; as the sound waves left his mouth, he launched a flying shuttle.
As everyone and the Mist Beast were stunned, a faint flash of light appeared, and the shuttle suddenly expanded in the air, its imposing power resembling a billowing sail.
The crowd's eyes shone brightly, and before they could investigate further, several streaks of light flashed behind the rapidly expanding shuttle.
The cultivator hidden at the back of the crowd suddenly darted out like a cheetah poised to pounce.
The muffled thuds echoed from the horde of Mist Beast ahead, and the gusts of wind whipped up by the flying shuttle stung everyone's faces.
A narrow passage was also opened up in the encirclement that was about to close in.
The shuttle arrived with incredible speed. Although its exterior burst forth with golden light, the shuttle itself moved with the agility of a bolt of lightning, weaving left and right through the horde of Mist Beast, and actually managed to open a winding passage.
In the blink of an eye, several streaks of light had already left the crowd, while the surging golden light was still raging through the mountains. Only then did the crowd and the tide of Mist Beast react.
Hissing sounds echoed through the mountains, and countless blue Mist Beast darted through the forest, while the faces of the cultivators were grim.
For a moment, no one spoke, and the atmosphere became somewhat eerie amidst the rustling sounds.
The passage opened by the flying shuttle was immediately blocked by the blue river, but the clever people had obviously seized the opportunity, breaking the silence in the mountains.
The surging Magic Power surged towards the Mist Beast. With the flying shuttle cultivator's preemptive strike, the subsequent cultivators were determined not to become ice sculptures.
The sounds of "boom boom boom" echoed through the horde of Mist Beast. Now that the Mist Beast posed a threat, the people no longer harbored any hostility towards them.
Just moments ago they were fighting to the death, but now they're joining forces in perfect harmony to repel the enemy. It seems the relationships between cultivators are extremely complex, but this is also due to the environment in the Land of Exile.
Xu Long gazed down, where several streaks of light appeared amidst a golden glow. In the first streak of light closest to the flying shuttle, there was a cultivator dressed in white.
He had a fair complexion, a clean chin, wore a flower crown, and possessed a heroic air between his brows. He was tall and upright, with an arrogant demeanor, subtly different from the others.
As he channeled his Magic Power, he felt incredibly light during his escape, with several streaks of light following closely behind, protecting him as he struggled forward through the horde of Mist Beast.
This group of cultivators had suddenly broken through the encirclement and were currently clearing a path through the tide of Mist Beast, as the path down the mountain was covered by giant blue pythons.
Muffled sounds continued to come from outside the flying shuttle. The white-robed cultivator's Magic Power surged continuously. As he looked at a beam of golden light shining in the distance, a look of anxiety appeared in his eyes.
He inwardly cursed his bad luck for ending up with these cultivators from the Red Land. He cursed these desperados for their utter disregard for the law, daring to fight over Spirit Stone within the very territory of Phoenix City.
These cultivators are truly short-sighted; didn't they notice the gathering tide of Mist Beast while they were attacking each other?
Even if you manage to seize someone else's Spirit Stone while being besieged by the horde of Mist Beast, how could you possibly escape the seal of the Eternity Ice Mist?
The white-robed cultivator, leading the group behind him, maintained a last shred of composure amidst the horde of Mist Beast.
He kept calculating the obstacles ahead in his mind, and then continuously condensed powerful Magic Power in his palm, no longer caring about any consumption.
He had just witnessed cultivators attacking each other. Under normal circumstances, he would have killed the troublemakers with a single blow, but he was burdened with a heavy responsibility and could not forcibly maintain order amidst the chaos.
He could only watch helplessly as chaos erupted among the cultivators, while he himself was trapped in the midst of the fierce battle, unable to advance or retreat.
Seeing that the horde of Mist Beast was about to surround them, he decisively broke through the encirclement. By this time, they had reached the foot of the mountain. The Mist Beast were still attacking in an endless stream, and the white-robed cultivator's eyes showed increasing anxiety.
He urged his companions to keep up with him, his eyes fixed on the distant land. He knew that once they got through this stretch of road, they would escape the horde of Mist Beast.
But at this moment, the horde of Mist Beast seemed to be under someone's command, and they all parted to make way for the white-robed cultivators. This seemingly strange scene made the white-robed cultivators' hearts sink.
The composure on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of fear. Then, he suddenly poured the Magic Power he had been gathering in his hands into the flying shuttle.
The shuttle in the golden light doubled in size again. At this moment, everyone behind them clearly felt a chill coming from behind, and their hearts sank.
He cursed the group of desperate thugs inwardly for their foolishness, failing to notice that the Mist Beast horde had been quietly surrounding them while they were engaged in battle; now, escaping was virtually impossible.
At this moment, everyone was like ants on a hot pan, filled with anxiety and fear. They had no choice but to follow closely behind the white-robed cultivator.
In the eyes of the white-robed cultivator, a thin layer of blue mist was reflected. The Mist Beast had deliberately parted to lure them into breaking through the encirclement, so that the prey would suddenly stumble into the mist.
However, the white-robed cultivator clearly anticipated the methods of the Mist Beast tide. A sudden gust of wind rose from the mist, and the surging shuttle forcefully broke through the oncoming mist.
As the golden light shone, the thin mist was slightly dispelled, revealing a narrow passage. The white-robed cultivator behind him had a fierce expression.
After transmitting his thoughts to the group behind him, he personally stepped into the mist to break through. At this moment, the people behind him all unleashed their Magic Power, and the weapons in their hands flew up.
A series of muffled "thump-thump" sounds rang out from the tide of Mist Beast, slightly hindering the blue waves between the mountains, and a small boat stood still in the surging waves.
The white-robed cultivator's aura became fierce. Under the threat of death, he unleashed a ferocious energy. The cultivators in the Land of Exile were by no means lacking in bloodlust!
After breaking through the thin mist, the shuttle did not fly away, but instead took advantage of the surge of golden light to soar left and right within the blue mist.
Since the Mist Beast Tide intends to surround the cultivators, let's show them whether you beasts are even qualified!
As the white-robed cultivator fought fiercely amidst the horde of Mist Beast, a group of people protected him from behind. They had remained silent in the crowd, seemingly wary of the desperate criminals.
However, the ferocity that suddenly erupted caused the horde of Mist Beast in front of them to retreat, which surprised Xu Long. This group of people did not seem to be simple.
The white-robed cultivator, his face contorted with rage, tumbled through the mist. The crowd surrounded him, moving slowly in a tight circle. Surprisingly, none of the cultivators were injured or killed amidst the golden light.
The shuttle was incredibly agile when it took off, as if it were weaving through the Mist Beast, making countless giant blue pythons tremble with fear.
But there must be higher beings guarding behind them, and they dare not retreat in fear of the shuttle's death.
As more and more giant blue pythons appeared, it became increasingly difficult for the flying shuttle to navigate among them, and the group's pace noticeably slowed down.
The azure mist grew thicker and thicker among the mountains, and the golden light on the flying shuttle dimmed slightly. The white-robed cultivator's expression changed drastically, and the pressure on his body increased dramatically in an instant.
The surrounding cultivators stared at him in fear. The white-robed cultivator was secretly annoyed by the cunning of the higher beings in the Mist Beast tide, and he was already on the verge of collapse.
However, they couldn't show it in front of others, as they were on a heavy mission and were tasked with bringing the Spirit Stone resources back to Phoenix City.
A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and the white-robed cultivator seemed to have made up his mind. Under immense pressure, his expression changed several times, as if he was brewing something.
At that moment, shouts of battle came from behind, and waves of ferocious aura erupted from the mist.
The white-robed cultivator suddenly felt the pressure around him ease. Upon probing with his divine sense, he discovered a Legion of people behind him. A quick sweep of his divine sense made him feel like his head was about to explode.
"Everyone, follow this fellow Daoist and charge out!"
"Yes! Let's follow this Magic Power fellow Daoist and charge out!"
In this crisis, we can only rely on chance!
The white-robed cultivator glanced coldly at the crowd, then turned away and uttered a chilling remark.
As his chilling gaze swept over them, a sense of shame rose in their hearts. They hadn't taken the Mist Beast tide seriously when they were attacking each other earlier.
At this moment, dozens of ice sculpture cultivators had already been left behind in the Mist Beast tide. After watching the group of white-robed cultivators suddenly break through the encirclement, they also began to break through the Mist Beast tide's encirclement.
However, their strength was clearly inferior to that of the white-robed cultivator. When the Eternity Ice Mist attacked, everyone was dumbfounded. When they saw the white-robed cultivator displaying his skills in the mist, they all rushed to his side for protection.
As the crowd gathered together, the energy that countered the fog naturally expanded. The white-robed cultivator sighed inwardly; he could no longer afford to have any other thoughts at this moment.
But he didn't promise anything to the people who came. He first gathered the crowd together, then had them resist from the outside, while he unleashed his Magic Power to prepare to break through the fog.
"Imperial Edict!"
After the pressure on the white-robed cultivator decreased dramatically, he bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence into the flying shuttle.
His lips and teeth were covered in a crimson stain, with traces of blood still clinging to his teeth, before a single word escaped his throat.
A faint blood mist mingled with the blue fog in the air, forming a strangely colored Halo. However, the blood mist clearly penetrated the fog and then completely enveloped the flying shuttle.