Requesting Aid

Before the front line of the beast tide in the Black Tortoise Realm — the Hidden Moon Forest.

Thorns with poisonous barbs densely covered the entire perimeter of the forest. These thorns, cultivated by cultivators with Wood Spirit Root, carried a terrifyingly potent poison; a single drop could take the life of a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator.

Beneath the thorns were numerous holes of varying sizes, and golden thorns hidden among the sharp points of the thorns!

Outside the thicket of thorns, there were layers of fire walls, ice walls, and earthen walls.

With such a heavy defensive setup, it should be considered foolproof. But even with so many preparations, the cultivators in the front-line camp still wore expressions of deep sorrow.

For no other reason than that such a setup has already been breached three times by those Demon Beasts!

If it weren't for the senior disciple of Sword Frost Cliff, who had just entered the Soul Leaving Stage, forcing them back with his sword, these Demon Beasts would probably have already razed Sword Frost Cliff to the ground by now!

The disciples of Sword Frost Cliff are not most concerned about their sect. They know that as long as their disciples are safe, even if Sword Frost Cliff is destroyed, they can rebuild the sect.

However, those bustling towns at the foot of Sword Frost Cliff will likely not escape this calamity.

Even if the cultivators in the city can protect themselves, the mortals will only become food for the Demon Beast.

Therefore, the cultivators guarding this place dared not retreat even a step, for fear that if they retreated, countless innocent souls would perish in their place!

A hundred miles away from those defensive traps was a temporary camp built by the cultivators.

Besides the sound of their hurried footsteps, there were the painful cries of the injured cultivators.

The healers didn't even have time to wipe the sweat from their brows before rushing back and forth between the injured. In the Storage Bag at their waists were all the spirit medicine that the medical sect had been refining.

Suddenly, a male cultivator on the sickbed spat out the pill that had just been stuffed into his mouth, and the next second he closed his eyes amidst the female physician's devastating voice.

This wasn't the first time the female healer had experienced something like this, but seeing the person who had been telling her just a moment ago, "Can you make the spirit medicine taste better? This tastes so bitter," suddenly fall silent, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Not only her, but several male medical practitioners around her also secretly reddened their eyes. They dared not let anyone see, and could only silently lower their heads to hide their sorrowful expressions.

This scene did not escape Heng Wen's eyes. He pretended not to notice the tears welling up in the eyes of the healers, and after obtaining the elixir, he quickly left the tent.

After leaving the medical cultivator's tent, Heng Wen hurriedly returned to his senior brother's small tent and forced him to swallow the hard-won medicine.

The man before him was tall, but his pale lips betrayed his weakness. A sword brimming with Spiritual Qi hung at his waist, its scabbard bearing the marks of countless fierce battles.

"Senior brother, you always neglect your medicine. How can your body withstand this? What if something happens to you? How am I supposed to explain this to Master?" If he could, Heng Wen would want to keep this person tied to his waist every day, but he could only dream about it. After all, with this person's cultivation level, he was definitely no match for him.

The man, Fu Shuangjiang, suppressed the itch in his throat and smiled at his junior brother, "You don't need to be so nervous. Your senior brother isn't made of paper, how could I be so fragile?"

If this had been said in the past, he might have believed it if Heng Wen, but a few days ago, after witnessing the other party unleash that astonishing sword move, he suddenly coughed up blood.

After that, he never believed the other person's nonsense again.

Fu Shuangjiang chuckled softly at her junior brother, concealing the sadness in her eyes. Both of them were disciples of Sword Frost Cliff, and their master was an elder of Sword Frost Cliff.

Half a month ago, their master, along with elders from several other major sects, entered the Hidden Moon Forest to find out the cause of the beast tide. However, half a month has passed, and not a single piece of news has been sent back.

After a brief lull, the beast tide returned with even greater ferocity than before.

Although Fu Shuangjiang was unaware of what had happened in the Hidden Moon Forest, he knew that his master was likely in grave danger.

With none of the elders from the various sects present, he now had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of resisting the beast tide all by himself. However... Fu Shuangjiang looked at the frost that had inexplicably formed in his palm and quietly hid it in his sleeve.

He probably won't be able to hold on for much longer.

"By the way," Fu Shuangjiang changed the subject, "How are those fellow cultivators from the Immortal Spirit Realm doing now? The situation in the Black Tortoise Realm is getting increasingly dire; it seems the time for reconstruction is not yet here. It would be best to let them leave as soon as possible."

Fu Shuangjiang feared that if she spoke too late, innocent people would be dragged down with her to die.

It was at this moment that he was incredibly grateful that the Teleportation Array between the several small worlds had been broken by the Devil Race. Otherwise, these berserk Demon Beast would probably have used the Teleportation Array to wreak havoc on other small worlds.

Hearing his senior brother's words, Heng Wen couldn't help but feel depressed. "Senior brother, they are all talents of the Immortal Spirit Realm. If we ask for their help..."

"This is not where they live, much less the location of their sect!" Fu Shuangjiang's tone suddenly turned stern, and the itch in her throat became more pronounced. "We only gave up a few spiritual treasures; how could we expect them to risk their lives for us? Heng Wen, don't say such things again."

Seeing that his senior brother was truly angry, Heng Wen immediately shut up.

He knew his thoughts were too selfish, but the Black Tortoise Realm's current situation really couldn't hold out for much longer.

The powerful figures are all trapped in the Hidden Moon Forest, and a large number of young disciples have already perished. Fu Shuangjiang is currently injured, and that powerful sword move is beyond his current ability to execute. If he forces himself to use the sword move again, even these spirit medicine may not be able to save his life.

Fu Shuangjiang knew his junior brother was acting in his best interest, but he couldn't bring himself to do something so shameless. Just as he was about to say a few more words of advice, someone suddenly burst into the tent. "It's terrible, Senior Brother Fu! Those Demon Beast have started attacking again!"

Fu Shuangjiang's expression turned serious. She quickly dropped the pills Heng Wen had handed her and led a group of cultivators toward the front lines.

Just as the messenger monk had said, large swathes of thorns had been trampled into the mud by the Demon Beast, and even the pits and traps had been filled in.

The fire walls and ice walls were simply not enough to stop all the Demon Beast; in less than half an hour, all the defenses were breached.

The cultivators had no choice but to grip their weapons and charge forward to meet the enemy!

The terrifying thing about Demon Beast is that their numbers are endless. Even though the ones charging ahead are only low-level Demon Beast, they are being confronted by high-level cultivators.

But when countless Demon Beast surged in like a tidal wave, the cultivators were powerless to stop them.

The battle lasted a long time, and it became increasingly difficult for their own people, with many cultivators even getting injured.

In order to preserve this last remaining fighting force, Fu Shuangjiang gripped his sword again. He didn't look at the white frost slowly forming on the hilt, but estimated how many more times his body could allow him to use this move.

The Sword Qi spread inch by inch. Fu Shuangjiang ignored the worried look in her junior brother's eyes and quietly swallowed the blood that welled up in her throat...

However, before he could swing his sword, a chill from an unknown source interrupted Fu Shuangjiang's movements.

Although that Sword Qi was not as powerful as his, it still had the force to split mountains and cleave peaks, cleaving a deep crack in the earth and blocking the horde of surging Demon Beast outside the crack!

Immediately afterwards, biting ice spread from the crack towards the Hidden Moon Forest. It ruthlessly froze all living things in its path, even high-level Demon Beast were restricted in their movements by the ice.

With a single sword strike, he could seal off a thousand miles away. Fu Shuangjiang had never seen any young sword cultivator in the Black Tortoise Realm possess such skill.

"What's going on?" Fu Shuangjiang turned to look at her junior brother, Heng Wen, who also looked puzzled.

The two men's questions remained unanswered, because following this sudden sword strike, waves of unfamiliar cultivators, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, flooded the battlefield.

They were ruthless and highly skilled, and their appearance instantly turned the tide of the battle for everyone.

One of the women in green caught Fu Shuangjiang's attention; the long sword in her hand was also covered with a layer of frost.

A note from the author:

The power went out again today, much to Queque's dismay.

Sorry I'm late again. I'll learn from this and put it in the draft box earlier next time.

Thank you everyone for your support, see you tomorrow!