Chapter 195: Chapter 171: Melee! Elf Realm! Qinglian!
"Beast tide!"
The Great Peng King, who was pursuing Kashyapa, looked at those gigantic bodies in the distance and felt his scalp go numb.
His eyes, full of disbelief, turned towards Su Changqing in the depths of the mountain range.
"Just a mere Divine Body realm... can actually even disturb quasi-Emperor level fierce beasts?"
The Great Peng King couldn’t comprehend what kind of divine technique that ancient language represented, to have such an unbelievable effect.
This is no longer a simple beast-controlling technique, but rather a secret language that naturally suppresses fierce beasts.
"I must get my hands on it!"
After a brief contemplation, a fervent glow appeared in the Great Peng King’s eyes.
He glanced at the terrifying beasts rushing towards him, gritted his teeth, and instead of slowing down, he sped up his pace, heading straight for Su Changqing.
Though the beast tide was terrifying, with his speed and strength, he could still hold out for a while.
And his thoughts coincided with Kashyapa’s.
Though the beast tide is strong, it ultimately consists of fierce beasts without wisdom. As long as they capture Su Changqing, it’s worth it even if they’re injured.
"This time, let’s see where you can escape to!"
Cold light flickered in Kashyapa’s eyes as he moved against the beast tide.
...
On the other side.
"Chang Qing, Feng’er!"
Seeing the beast tide erupt in the Dragon Bone Mountains, Miao Ba looked horrified and shouted anxiously.
Those colossal entities are all quasi-Emperor level fierce beasts.
Even he didn’t dare to casually venture deep into the mountains; how could those like Su Changqing and Miao Feng, who are only at the Divine Body realm, survive?
"Sect Leader, be at ease!"
At this moment, Cyan Pine Daoist solemnly spoke, "Since Chang Qing has the ability to provoke the beast tide, he surely must have a way out."
"The Domain Master is about to arrive, let’s take down these Demon Cult brats first, then go save them!"
At this moment, members of the Little Immortal Sect were confronting those of the Demon Cult.
Miao Ba made a move, and the ’Shadow’ hidden on Mingzi’s body blocked Miao Ba.
The opponent’s strength was very strong, even a notch above Miao Ba.
But now, with the Human Race’s six Great Saints joining forces with Miao Ba, even the shadow was steadily forced to retreat.
If Miao Ba withdrew from the battleground now, the current situation would instantly be reversed.
"Kill!"
Miao Ba gritted his teeth upon hearing this, as quasi-Emperor aura surged to the sky and charged straight at Demon Shadow!
Meanwhile, as the Human Race made their move, the Demon Race was not idle either.
Divine Ape and Nether Python blocked Fa Ming’s path, while the Great Peng King and Kashyapa pursued Su Changqing.
The Spirit Rhinoceros Clan Leader and other Demon Race greats then engaged in battle with Mingzi and the rest of the Demon Cult members.
On the Demon Race’s home turf, how could the Demon Cult prevail?
Under the cover of demonic flames, Mingzi and those dozens of Demon Cult disciples steadily retreated, narrowly escaping death several times.
"How did it end up like this..."
Mingzi, who had always remained calm, looked at the chaotic Dragon Bone Mountains and fell silent.
The original plan was to frame the Little Immortal Sect, inciting a conflict between the Human and Demon races.
The Demon Cult would then lurk in the shadows, take advantage, and leave, benefitting without any harm...
But the result...
Eyeballing the suddenly appearing Buddha Lord, the riotous beast tide, and the slew of dead Demon Cult elders...
This result can’t be said to have deviated from the plan; it’s completely disjointed.
"Mingzi, you go first!"
Demonic Flame wiped the blood from his face anxiously and said, "The beast tide is coming. If you don’t leave now, you won’t get another chance."
"I’ve already communicated to the Demon Lord; he will come to escort me, and the ’Shadow’ and others away."
"You take the disciples to the Elf Realm, retrieve the spirit seed, and return straight to the Demon Cult..."
Now Mingzi and others are merely burdens. If they wait any longer, no one will escape once the beast tide arrives.
Mingzi nodded, gazed into the depths of the Dragon Bone Mountains, and muttered to himself.
"Commanding fierce beasts..."
"Su Changqing, I hope you can survive..."
With this utterance, the mark on Mingzi’s left arm shone brightly, and he instantly vanished from his location along with the dozens of Demon Cult disciples accompanying him.
...
In the depths of the Dragon Bone Mountains.
"Great Universal Salvation Zen Light Step!"
Getting knocked around by seven or eight fierce beasts, Kashyapa appeared disheveled and rather embarrassed.
But seeing Su Changqing ahead, he saw Buddhist light surging around him, displaying powerful divine techniques, resembling a streak of golden light swiftly rushing through the beast tide.
"Celestial Roc Speed!"
Seeing this, the Great Peng King behind him had golden pupils flashing with sharp light.
With a shake of his wings, his speed actually exceeded Kashyapa by a bit, keeping pace side by side.
"He’s mine!"
The Great Peng King let out a fierce cry, his sharp golden claws tearing through the void, heading straight for Su Changqing.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
Kashyapa chanted angrily, the swarming swastika symbols like a sky-covering golden net blocked the Great Peng King’s strike.
The two of them, while sprinting forward, quickly engaged in battle.
"We’re doomed."
Seeing the two frightening big shots coming close, Wu Yong looked devastated.
"No way out above, no way down below, we’re definitely done for."
Beside him, the once proud Miao Feng had lost his spirit, looking resigned.
There was no choice; the disparity was too great, leaving no thoughts of resistance.
Where they were positioned wasn’t merely filled with quasi-Emperor level fierce beasts but also domain master level big shots.
No need for anyone to strike deliberately; even the slightest of spillover would spell their doom.
They remained unharmed just because those fierce beasts were unintentionally helping them fend off attacks.
Once the defensive line is breached, dying is only a matter of time.
"Chang Qing, is the mark still there?"
Suddenly, the usually silent Xuan Qingzi asked Su Changqing.
"It is."
Su Changqing nodded, raised his right hand, where the pale yellow mark on the back emitted a faint glow.
He frowned and said, "I’m still pondering whether to use it or not."
This mark was accidentally obtained when returning to Cyan Mountain Village.
But despite long research, Su Changqing hadn’t dared to use it.
Because no one knows where the destination might be; it might even be the Demon Cult’s stronghold?