The Heaven Patroler would never stand idly by and watch the cultivators rescue the Ancestral Spirit; his greatest mission was to completely annihilate Ancestral Spirit.
Xu Long had already sensed a trace of the Heaven Patroler's aura on the ancient deity.
He suddenly realized that the Heaven Patroler might have already followed the cultivators to the core area!
Xu Long subconsciously looked up at the sky above the sea of thunder. He felt as if there were a pair of eyes in the sky, observing everything that was happening in the Center.
Those eyes held endless indifference and numbness, as if watching a group of ants struggle, yet deep within his gaze remained utterly calm.
A strong sense of urgency rose in Xu Long's heart. He fought his way in and out of the earth's crust alone, and only after going through many twists and turns did he finally find the place where the Ancestral Spirit was sealed. But at this time, the experienced hunter was already following behind him.
He didn't even need to deliberately drive away the cultivators; simply leaving Xu Long with a non-existent thought was enough to make him struggle with all his might in the sea of lightning.
The rumbling sound grew louder and louder, and the rhythm of the horses' hooves and the cart shafts began to become chaotic.
Amidst the rolling thunder, Xu Long also heard hoarse roars of fury, the fierce battle cries carrying far through the sea of thunder.
They seemed to have been deliberately brought to Xu Long's ears by a streak of lightning, and a look of intense struggle appeared on his face.
" Shouchong! Gather the chariots! Don't panic in the sea of lightning, all of you move closer to me! Don't rush out of the totem's range alone! All of you move closer to me! Only under the totem's protection can you escape the sea of lightning!"
The city lord was shouting loudly amidst the sea of lightning; even a cultivator at the Earth Immortal level had moments of extreme anxiety.
Watching the electric arcs constantly forming all around, and feeling the extremely powerful and intense energy in the air.
Bathed in the purple lightning, the city lord's face was extremely tense.
Two enormous divine birds were flying above his head, perhaps having just passed through the hot magma flow in the earth's crust.
These two divine birds were exceptionally beautiful at this moment, and when they flew, they possessed a majestic aura that encompassed heaven and earth.
The divine bird circled in the air, head to tail, with a phantom magic seal slowly rotating below it.
The city lord continuously formed hand seals beneath the divine bird, his face filled with anxiety as he looked at the cultivators in the arena.
Purple lightning flashed overhead, and bursts of violent energy gathered around the cultivators, emanating an uncontrollable aura.
Since arriving at the Center, the group has already lost a significant number of men, and they have also encountered the Thunder God's interception in the Endless Lightning Tribulation Sea.
The flashes of lightning and the surges of electric arcs made the cultivators feel as if they were living in purgatory.
Every step they took, cultivators perished, and even the City Lord's Manor's bronze chariots suffered heavy losses.
Thirty-six Thunder God guard this Endless Lightning Tribulation Sea. Even if Earth Immortal immortal has the power to fight them, the Thunder God are simply invincible in the endless sea of thunder, let alone the idea of completely annihilating them.
Seeing many cultivators fall along the way, the city lord had no choice but to personally summon the inherited totem and use the City Lord's Manor's chariot to open a passage so that all the cultivators could move forward together.
Although it was difficult, fortunately, other movements within the sea of lightning have been detected.
Just as they were about to reunite with the cultivators in the sea of thunder, the Thunder God in the sea of thunder enveloped them completely.
A purple dragon loomed overhead, and despite the city lord and his entourage's best efforts to protect the cultivators, they found themselves unable to move an inch.
Deng Shouchong, who was ahead, was naturally unwilling to sit idly by and wait for his death. He had heard the angry roar of the sword long ago, and he was very familiar with that sound.
This is the sword light bursting forth from Mo Yu!
So when the cultivators were exhausted, he forced the bronze chariot to break through the encirclement, hoping to reunite with Mo Yu.
He knew Mo Yu's formidable fighting power, and moreover, there was no other choice but to gather all their strength to break through the sea of thunder!
The thought of the mysterious Mo Yu brought Deng Shouchong a sense of peace to his heart.
Without realizing it, perhaps even he himself, he had come to regard Mo Yu as a powerful figure, someone he could rely on and trust.
In this moment of crisis, Mo Yu's tall figure even began to overlap with that of his uncle in Deng Shouchong's heart.
Surrounded by lightning, he desperately longed to see that powerful cultivator.
We hope that he can once again shock everyone and force the enemy to retreat with a single sword flash, just as he did in Blackwater City and during the Mist Beast Tide!
Now that they were enveloped in heavy lightning, there was no turning back. With the Thunder God blocking their way, their mission to find the Ancestral Spirit was about to fail.
Deng Shouchong filled with despair. He desperately urged his chariot to break through the encirclement, struggling to find a glimmer of hope.
No matter how dense the lightning arcs were, his heart was already filled with resolute determination.
The descendants of our ancient ancestors will never live a life of dishonor; even if they are to perish in Land of Exile, they will perish in battle!
The rumbling sound echoed continuously through the sea of thunder. As they broke through with resolute determination, the chaotic sounds of the bronze chariot began to become orderly.
The chariots beside him all followed Deng Shouchong's steps, heading in unison towards a streak of purple lightning.
The purple lightning bolt stretched across the sea of thunder like a dragon, its shimmering purple light illuminating the sky.
The fine arcs of electricity leaping across it chilled the cultivators to the bone; it loomed intermittently before the rolling bronze chariot.
Completely ignoring the oncoming chariot shafts, the immense impact of the bronze chariot seemed to have no effect on it.
It paid no heed to the ants' suicidal attack.
However, the true form residing within the sea of lightning became even more solid, with a violent energy continuously accumulating within it.
" Shouchong! Come back!"
After giving the order, the city lord watched the changes in the field. Seeing that Deng Shouchong was still rushing forward, he knew that he wanted to break through the encirclement.
At this moment, the city lord no longer cared about his demeanor; he even forgot to use his True Spirit to transmit his voice amidst the sea of lightning.
As Deng Shouchong into the distance, he roared at the top of his lungs, a blood-red glint appearing in the eyes of the city lord, who possessed the cultivation of Earth Immortal.
My nephew's figure as he charged and broke through the enemy lines was just like his elder brother!
Tens of thousands of years ago, my elder brother led a thousand bronze chariots in a great battle against the tide of Mist Beast Phoenix City.
That earth-shattering battle made Phoenix City's name known throughout the Land of Exile.
The one who launched the charge on that battlefield was Deng Shouchong's father, the old city lord. Their lineage had a very deep connection with the Ancestral Spirit, and their settlement in Phoenix City was also for the sake of the Ancestral Spirit.
When the old city lord was in charge of Phoenix City, he always deeply hated the Mist Beast and would not tolerate them showing any disrespect.
Throughout the years of battles against the Mist Beast Tides, the old city lord was always fully armed and at the forefront, never once lagging behind the crowd.
During his charge, he would recklessly plunge into the horde of Mist Beast, completely ignoring the ever-present Eternity Ice Mist. When he got into the heat of battle, he would even engage in one-on-one battles with the Higher Mist Beast.
It was precisely because of his bravery that many cultivators were willing to follow the old city lord. During his years in charge, although Phoenix City was militaristic, it did indeed have a reputation for being brave and fierce.
But in his final battle, the old city lord fought alone against several Higher Mist Beast. Exhausted, he was defeated on the battlefield and automatically disintegrated, turning into ashes and disappearing.
After that, no cultivator in Phoenix City dared to challenge a horde of Mist Beast alone.
After Deng Lifu took over as the Phoenix City, he began to change the city's layout for the sake of the City Lord's Manor's plan. However, he rarely fought against the Mist Beast Tide. The previous glory has now become a thing of the past.
Now, my nephew is charging ahead, his spirited figure like Rebirth Divine Hall his elder brother, his unyielding head like a memory of his brother yesterday.
All of this was reflected in the city lord's eyes, and his eyes couldn't help but turn bloodshot.
The divine bird soaring high still gazes into the distance, while the galloping warhorses have already crossed into the land of death.
Even knowing that there is no way forward, my nephew, like his elder brother, will never stop moving forward!
Upon hearing his uncle's shout, Deng Shouchong back with difficulty to look at the city lord. A resolute look appeared on his face, and a tear welled up in his eyes.
A drop of crystal reflected purple lightning, and the purple dragon before the bronze chariot began to move!
But Deng Shouchong showed no fear at this moment. He stared intently at the purple dragon in the distance, a sharp glint in his eyes.
As a direct descendant of the old city lord, the pride in his bloodline wouldn't allow him to back down even a step.
Under this overwhelming divine might, he felt as if he were his father from years ago.
Charge into the battlefield with the pride a cultivator should have, and forge the glory of the descendants of the ancient ancestors with blood and lives!
The sound of "crackling" echoed in front of him. As the bronze chariot rolled toward him, the purple dragon that had been lying across the sea of lightning finally moved.
The electric arc produced a series of loud crackling sounds as it rubbed against each other, and countless bolts of lightning flashed across the sea of thunder.
Layer upon layer of calamity surrounded the approaching bronze chariot, and lightning surging from all directions illuminated the sky.
From a distance, the bronze chariot didn't look like it was breaking out; instead, it looked like it was plunging into the heart of the lightning.
The deeper they went, the more a sense of danger crept into their hearts.
A somber atmosphere was building in the room, and lightning appeared in the sea of thunder before vanishing in an instant.
The electric arcs beneath their feet clung to the shaft of the chariot, and even the fluttering command flags struggled amidst the sea of lightning.
As it plunged into the depths of the lightning, the intense and fierce aura grew even stronger, filling the entire area with uncontrollable energy, and the slightest disturbance would trigger a violent reaction.
Deng Shouchong's goal was simple: to use the speed and power of the bronze chariot to carve a path through the sea of thunder.
The energy condensed by the purple lightning did not stop him; instead, he accelerated his charge amidst the heavy atmosphere.
Those who remain in the sea of lightning will surely be annihilated one by one by the Thunder God. Only by breaking out of this area and joining other cultivators will they have a glimmer of hope!
The rumbling sounds were almost continuous as the bronze chariots sped through the sea of lightning, the entire army almost turning into a streak of lightning.
Bathed in the purple lightning, a tragic expression appeared on Deng Shouchong's face.
Only then did he feel like a descendant of the ancient ancestors, a descendant of the old city lord.
That indomitable spirit rose from the bottom of his heart, and the command flag on the copper beam was infected by this spirit, soaring up again in the sea of thunder.
Watching the divine bird soar through the sea of thunder, Deng Shouchong couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Ahead lies the area where the purple dragon roams; the bronze chariots will not return from this battle, and countless cultivators from Phoenix City will fall in the sea of lightning.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Before he could think it over for long, one after another bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the sea of thunder.
The lightning struck with tremendous force, and the muffled sound, as if brewing for a long time, burst forth with fury.
Lightning surged continuously within the sea of thunder, with bolts of lightning connecting simultaneously, drawing energy from all directions to one point.
When the lightning erupted, it was as if a ferocious beast had opened its eyes in the darkness, coldly staring at this group of ignorant cultivators.
At this point, everyone was trapped in a sea of lightning, with no way to retreat, all holding their breath and trying to break through.
The bronze chariots, clinging together, tried to hold out with their numbers and speed, but Thunder God gave them no chance!
As the bronze chariot drove into the core of the sea of lightning, dozens of bolts of lightning suddenly shot out from within that sea of lightning.
Rumble!
The violent lightning seemed to come from another world, suddenly illuminating the Center darkness and brightening the surrounding shadows.
Countless arcs of electricity shot up instantly, and bright colors rapidly spread from one end to the other.
The rolling thunder only reached my ears when the purple lightning was already in front of me.
Suddenly, a patch of lightning and net-like energy appeared in front of the bronze chariot, from which the violent energy burst forth.
Ordinary lightning flashes and disappears in an instant, but these bolts lingered in front of us for a long time.
With the energy support from the sea of thunder, a burst of lightning in front was determined to intercept the bronze chariot.
The cultivators on the carriage all looked utterly defeated. Seeing this earth-shattering scene, a sense of despair rose in their hearts.
But now that they were caught in it, there was no way out; they could only follow Deng Shouchong out of the sea of thunder.
Lightning and thunder collided, the chariot shafts and horses' hooves throbbed, and the two forces clashed violently within the sea of lightning.
Boom boom boom!
A tremendous sound reverberated through the sea of thunder, and the collision of lightning and the bronze chariot caused a disturbance in energy.
Suddenly, a burst of flame erupted from the metal, and the intense heat instantly melted the bronze chariot into liquid.
Countless cultivators perished in the flames, and the galloping divine steed lost control.
It galloped off into the sea of thunder and never returned; only the painful neighing of the divine steed could be heard coming from within the sea of thunder.
The sounds of "bang bang bang" still echoed in the arena. After the first row of bronze chariots perished, the chariots following behind plunged straight into the depths of the sea of thunder.
At this moment, the chariots' tight formation made them look like an arrow released from a bow, rushing out even faster than lightning.
The crackling sounds echoed between the chariots, and endless arcs of electricity leaped up from the high shafts, connecting with the lightning overhead.