His left eye was now completely white, and in the layers of mist, a tall, upright figure could be seen, its emerald eyes flashing with intense killing intent.
It clearly sensed the overwhelming power emanating from Deng Shouchong, which caused the newly gathered tide of Mist Beast to dissipate.
At this point, it must first remove this nail, otherwise it will surely be stuck in the horde of Mist Beast and all its previous efforts will be in vain.
A hissing sound rang out, and the snake's tongue flicked in and out of its mouth for a moment, as if it were communicating with other Mist Beast.
A cold glint flashed in his emerald eyes, and the upright figure suddenly flapped its fleshy wings, leaving a trail in the air as it rushed toward the Dharma banner.
After a Higher Mist Beast rushed out, the Mist Beast tides on both sides began to surge.
Before the raging blue dragon in the sky could even display its power, the blue river on the ground was already surging forward.
As if organized, the condensed Mist Beast tide piled up, quickly gaining an overwhelming momentum.
The force surged forward before the chariot, its sweeping momentum like rolling waves, instantly raising alarm bells in Xu Long's heart.
These Lower Mist Beast were clearly being used as cannon fodder by the Higher Mist Beast. Their sheer numbers gave them a huge advantage in the battle, and the chariots were stuck in the Mist Beast horde, causing their speed to drop significantly.
At this moment, an overwhelming attack struck. If it was not forcefully broken through, it would inevitably engulf all the cultivators on the carriage. No living being would survive the rolling blue waves.
Deng Shouchong had already rushed out to deal with the Higher Mist Beast, while the young man gazed into the distance from behind. Xu Long looked around and realized that he was the only one who could fight.
However, Ma Fang and the others on the carriage showed no fear. As they watched the approaching tide of Mist Beast, they even felt a surge of excitement.
Perhaps stimulated by the battlefield environment, the group's faces were flushed with an unusual redness.
Faced with the impending tide of Mist Beast, the Two Lin Brothers urged their divine steeds to charge into them, the rumbling sound echoing in their ears, and even causing a strong tremor to appear on the ground.
The chariot's speed was pushed to its limit, the command flags above fluttered in the north wind, and the divine totems danced continuously in the air.
The vehicle, like a wild horse unleashed, charged into the overwhelming tide of Mist Beast with an unstoppable momentum.
Rumble!
A tremendous sound rang in Xu Long's ears, followed by the neighing of the divine steed after the impact. The speeding chariot was suddenly halted by the tide of Mist Beast.
The divine bird totem above their heads shone brightly, and everyone below escaped unharmed amidst the tide of Mist Beast. The Two Lin Brothers' faces were somewhat distorted, yet they were still urging their divine steeds forward.
Xu Long opened the curtain wall above his head, which was covered in cracks. Only by opening the curtain wall and combining it with the precious light on the command flag did he escape a calamity.
" Two Lin Brothers! What are you doing rushing in there! Turn the car around and charge back! The Higher Mist Beast are right ahead!"
After breaking through the attack of the Mist Beast horde, Xu Long couldn't help but roar at the Two Lin Brothers.
He knew that this attack was deliberately condensed by the Higher Mist Beast to dampen their morale and make the leading chariot sink into the Mist Beast tide first, thus crushing the momentum of the war chariot.
The Higher Mist Beast must be behind them; having missed their first attack, they were still venturing in. Xu Long felt that the Two Lin Brothers were being somewhat reckless.
But they were clearly sober. After hearing Xu Long's words, everyone on the carriage stared at him intently, their eyes filled with admiration and trust.
Especially Ma Fang, who actually put aside his arrogant nature and looked at Xu Long with the expression of a devoted fanboy:
"When we left the city last time, Brother Deng specifically instructed us that Fellow Mo Yu was a cultivator who had entered and exited the Mist Beast tides several times, and that the small amount of Mist Beast tide outside the city could not stop us at all."
"We dared to wreak havoc because of Fellow Mo Yu on the chariot. Now that Brother Deng has already gone ahead, Fellow Mo Yu is the leader of the chariot!"
"Yes! Yes! Fellow Daoist Mo Yu, please don't be modest. We all know about your exploits in Blackwater City! You were a powerful cultivator who could take on a hundred men single-handedly!"
Xu Long's face turned green upon hearing this!
He suddenly glanced in Deng Shouchong's direction; Little Deng was already engaged in a fierce battle with Higher Mist Beast.
Xu Long now desperately hoped that Deng Shouchong fall directly beneath the Higher Mist Beast.
Good heavens, no wonder they've always kept him by their side; they were prepared all along. Was this Higher Mist Beast meant for Xu Long?
Four hordes of Mist Beast gathered outside the city. The Two Yuan Family Brothers dealt with one horde, Deng Shouchong dealt with another, and the young man dealt with the third.
Finally, there was the last one that Deng Shouchong had reserved for Xu Long...
Looking at the admiring and trusting eyes of Ma Fang and her group, Lao Yinbi suddenly felt choked up.
Deng Shouchong is truly a cunning fellow; he probably already planned the battle assignments back in Phoenix City.
Although Xu Long didn't dislike dealing with the Mist Beast Tide, he didn't like the feeling of being assigned tasks.
Xu Long glanced at Deng Shouchong in the distance, a hint of coldness creeping into his eyes.
Seeing that the overwhelming attack of the Mist Beast horde had been broken, the divine steed, carrying the bronze chariot, was about to plunge into the blue mist behind it.
Xu Long had already detected a pair of emerald eyes spying on the group from within the blue mist. As the carriage plunged into the blue mist, a hissing sound echoed in his mind.
A chill ran through everyone's hearts for no apparent reason, as if they were being watched by something, and a tremendous sense of crisis approached from outside the chariot.
The divine bird, which had soared high in the sky, drooped helplessly in the air, while the command flags, fluttering in the wind, were tightly wrapped around the bronze beam.
The vehicle seemed to have entered some forbidden territory, and under the watchful eyes of the Higher Mist Beast, the atmosphere gradually became somewhat heavy.
At this moment, the divine steed was still blindly galloping forward, Two Lin Brothers ' faces were close to madness. Some of the patterns on the carriage had lit up at some point.
As if stimulated by what they saw, Ma Fang and his group showed no obvious fear when facing the Higher Mist Beast; instead, their madness became increasingly apparent.
Is this a death wish?
Xu Long glanced at the patterns on the carriage, a restlessness stirring within him, but he quickly suppressed it with a little effort.
He looked at all the cultivators in the arena, their faces filled with excitement, showing no fear whatsoever amidst the surging tide of Mist Beast.
When that overwhelming offensive came, the divine steed led the chariot and smashed into it fiercely.
And along the path they had pioneered, countless war chariots had already followed.
The cultivators from Phoenix City truly displayed an indomitable spirit atop their chariots.
These patterns have a stimulating effect on the monks' spirits!
Xu Long sighed inwardly; the City Lord's Manor's methods were merely ordinary.
When dealing with the tide of Mist Beast, the overwhelming momentum swept over them, even shocking Xu Long.
At this moment, the City Lord's Manor's chariots not only protected the cultivators, but the murderous aura emanating from them also strongly affected their minds.
But in this critical situation, there was nothing else to be done but to mobilize all the cultivators' emotions.
Only by freeing them from the deep-seated fear of the dense, blue mist could the chariots carve a path through the surging tide of Mist Beast.
Xu Long was well aware of the chariot's drawbacks: cultivators inside it could easily become killing machines.
He suddenly recalled the scene he encountered in the Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram, those numb-faced cultivators—had they ever galloped across the battlefield?
But in the end, it all turned into an illusion. Yet it was precisely because of them that Phoenix City was able to stand firm in the Land of Exile for countless years.
The cultivators and the Mist Beast tide have fought on this land for countless years, and today is the final outcome. Phoenix City's chariots have all gone out to fight in the open, and they have been plotting against the Mist Beast tide for a long time.
Xu Long was unwilling to be swept along by the chariot, but at this moment the chariot had already rushed into the blue mist.
The Higher Mist Beast had already locked onto the approaching chariot, and Xu Long, aboard it, would inevitably have to fight the Mist Beast.
After a moment's thought, he turned his gaze behind him. The young man's blood-red pupils reflected layers of blue waves, behind which lay a thick fog.
A pair of emerald eyes were watching the crowd. Its eyes were full of wisdom, and the eerie light in the mist was particularly strange, as if it were judging the course of the battle.
Its gaze swept over the dense horde of Mist Beast, over the people on the chariot, and continued until it reached the rear, beyond which lay the Phoenix City.
Seemingly sensing something in the distant Phoenix City, a look of surprise flashed in its emerald eyes. But at that moment, its gaze met that of a pair of blood-red pupils.
Its pupils contracted sharply, and its massive body instantly stood upright. The azure mist in the air rapidly gathered around it, as if a giant net were wrapping it up.
The young man in the air locked onto it in an instant. His blood-red pupils and emerald eyes met for a moment. Despite the thick horde of Mist Beast, both of them sensed the other's presence.
Both gazes held profound meaning, as if trying to immerse the other in their depths, as they faced each other across the heavy tide of Mist Beast and the azure mist.
With a series of "thump-thump" sounds, the Higher Mist Beast in the mist instantly soared into the air, and at the same time, the young man's pupils narrowed, and the sword formation beside him flashed out in an instant.
Buzz!
Xu Long's sword light and the young man's sword were drawn in an instant, and two sword cries suddenly resounded between heaven and earth.
One was incredibly heavy, the other was crystal clear and invincible!
The two swords, drawn from their sheaths, momentarily halted the momentum of the Mist Beast tide, their chilling light drawing the attention of all cultivators.
It seemed that only these two sword lights existed in the arena at this moment, and the overwhelming power of the Mist Beast horde was suppressed.
Under the totem creature, Deng Shouchong overjoyed, and his spirits immediately lifted. The raging blue dragon above his head was struck by the totem creature and roared. Deng Shouchong's power was fully displayed on the Dharma banner.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief; as expected, Mo Yu had made his move after careful planning.
He had already discussed this with Deng Lifu in Phoenix City and knew that the Youth Association would keep their promise and fight, and that they had also assigned combat power to the four waves of Mist Beast.
At this moment, the sword cry emitted by Mo Yu was truly earth-shattering, giving Deng Shouchong and the others a jolt. Amidst the surging tide of Mist Beast, Mo Yu became the focus of all cultivators, with countless chariots roaring behind him.
At this moment, Xu Long's figure flashed out from the carriage. His target was the Higher Mist Beast ahead. After assigning their respective combat targets, the four Mist Beast tides all had corresponding manpower.
The Higher Mist Beast on the youth's side were clearly the strongest in combat, and the Higher Mist Beast in front of Xu Long was by no means weaker than the Daoist nun -Human Python.
As soon as Xu Long drew his sword, the surging sword light instantly cleaved through a layer of azure mist between heaven and earth.
The long trail trailed off the chariot and only stopped when it disappeared into the thick fog.
The mist on both sides of the sword's edge swirled back, and scalding energy spread throughout the area, circulating in all directions with the surging sword energy.
A chilling aura mixed with a dark shadow had already descended upon Xu Long.
The Higher Mist Beast locked onto him from ahead, a cold glint flashing in its emerald eyes, and its figure lunged forward, heading straight for Xu Long opposite it.
A strong sense of alarm rose in Xu Long's mind, and he instantly raised the curtain to defend himself. The incoming chill was extremely swift, and Xu Long instantly felt a bone-chilling cold rise within his body beneath the curtain.
The Heaven-Burning Sacred Fire within him was stimulated and burst forth from his meridians with a "whoosh".
The chill within his body had just been expelled when a dark shadow suddenly attacked from the outside of the curtain wall. With a muffled thud, Xu Long's figure was forced to retreat rapidly through the mist.
A series of "crackling" sounds suddenly rang out as the Higher Mist Beast shattered the condensed curtain wall with a sudden attack, Xu Long's figure carved a path through the mist.
At this moment, the Higher Mist Beast twisted its body, and a burst of sword light descended from above its head.
A buzzing sound filled the air, and before the Mist Beast could react, the incoming sword light drew out a series of sword shadows in the air.
A dense ring of sword light formed above the Higher Mist Beast. The Mist Beast had become its prey. As the sword light continued to burst forth, the intimidating sword light suddenly twisted in the air.
Suddenly, a burst of light erupted from the mist, and wave after wave of sword shadows pinned the Mist Beast firmly within.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the Mist Beast churned its massive body in the air, accumulating terrifying explosive power within its long body.
His thick body was covered with irregularly bulging muscles.
At this moment, the twisting sword light had shrunk in size, and the sword shadows surrounding the Mist Beast heavily enveloped it, its churning body on the verge of disintegrating.
At this moment, the sword light, carrying a powerful aura, suddenly spread out, and the sword shadows that had been brewing within it burst forth instantly.
Rumble!
A tremendous sound echoed through the air, and the sword-like figure seemed to be a cage, tightly confining the Mist Beast to a small space.
A ring of sword shadows was drawn across the solid ground, trapping the raised Mist Beast within it.
At this moment, Xu Long rushed in from behind, his sword light twisting and turning above the head of the Mist Beast.
A flash of shock and anger crossed the emerald eyes of the Mist Beast below. How dare an ant resist!
"Roar!"
The Mist Beast, surrounded by sword shadows, roared, and rolling sound waves spread throughout the mist. Urged on by the sound waves, the surrounding Mist Beast instantly converged towards the Higher Mist Beast.