One by one, tiny cultivators flew out of the hatch, holding various strange magic tools, as if sensing something.
Under the Formless Unseen Shield, watching this scene, Shen Fu, the three-eyed youth, and the Nascent Soul elder exchanged glances, and then without hesitation, Shen Fu bellowed a command:
"Attack!"
Before his voice faded.
Suddenly, dozens of Thunder Seeds around the mechanical beasts and the cultivators flying out from them revealed their true forms!
"Not good!"
The stocky cultivator was the first to sense something wrong, and his face changed drastically!
His reaction was incredibly swift, nearly at the instant he sensed trouble, a surge of mana burst from his body, quickly enveloping him and the surrounding Three Continents’ Cultivators.
However, compared to the speed at which the Thunder Seeds detonated, it was still a fraction too slow.
Boom! Boom boom boom!
While these Thunder Seeds did not cover everyone’s range, the explosion still kicked up a storm of ice and snow that formed a massive ice waterfall, which engulfed everyone in the blink of an eye.
The methods employed by the three-eyed youth were no less impressive, as he grabbed a jar from his sleeve.
He smashed the seal open with one quick motion.
Instantly, a swarm of formless, shapeless demon shadows flew out from the jar.
Sensing the captivating aura from the three-eyed youth, they scattered in fear and retreated.
However, sensing the rich Blood Energy not far away, they turned direction like sharks smelling blood and flew crazily towards the spatter of ice and snow!
The Nascent Soul elder’s arrangements also swiftly materialized.
Countless bloodied Demon Children cackled maniacally as they flew into the crowd!
One miserable scream after another rang out!
"Damn it! It’s the Primitive Demon Sect!"
"How did they know we came here!"
The Three Continents’ Cultivators flew out from the snow and ice one after another.
Yet the well-prepared three-eyed youth, Shen Fu, as well as the Nascent Soul elder and the Golden Core Craftsmen in formation, had long been ready to strike, and seizing the opportunity, they did their utmost to kill without mercy!
Accompanied by an unceasing, thunderous roar.
The trio felt their mana momentarily unable to keep up, and they reluctantly retreated to a halt.
Spiritual Sense and gaze both fixed tightly on the gushing ice waterfall.
Mana in chaos, demon shadows, blood shadows, and strange laughter intertwined, making it impossible to distinguish the fray for a moment.
Only a patch of dark clouds that faintly appeared in the sky raised an expectation in the trio’s eyes.
With such heavenly signs, it was clear that this full-force ambush had claimed the life of a Nascent Soul being.
But just then.
Thump!
From within the ice waterfall, abruptly, nine incredibly fast shadows shot out!
The three-eyed youth’s vertical pupil suddenly opened wide, only to find they were nine spears!
"Retreat!"
He urgently cried out.
Yet, upon scanning with his Spiritual Sense, he found that Shen Fu had inexplicably withdrawn a great distance already.
"This…"
The three-eyed youth had no time to feel shocked.
The next moment.
Thump!
A muffled sound erupted not far away.
The Formation erected by dozens of Holy Sect Golden Core Craftsmen had utterly failed to hold, shattered instantaneously by a spear and exploded like celestial maidens scattering flowers.
Then, a surge of mana washed over them fiercely!
Those Golden Core Craftsmen immediately fell from the sky.
The three-eyed youth’s pupils constricted!
He hastily retreated, bellowing furiously:
"Wei En, did you freaking miss anything…"
Before he could finish.
Thump!
The Nascent Soul elder next to him didn’t even have time to groan before he was obliterated by a spear!
The next moment, a demonically-energized Nascent Soul flew out in terror from the elder’s exploded body.
"Your Highness! Holy Child! Save…"
Thump!
Another spear!
The ancient spear struck the Nascent Soul, which bore a nine-tenths resemblance to the elder. His face showed a rigid, unwilling expression before it exploded instantly!
"Wei En!"
The three-eyed youth shouted sternly.
But he had no time for sorrow either; in the next breath, he only saw a flicker before several spear phantoms shot towards his face.
He hastily threw out a ghost-faced shield!
Thump thump thump!
The spears collided with the ghost-faced shield, immediately producing a distinct clang of metal on metal.
After blocking five spears, the demonic light on the shield swiftly faded, and it fell from the sky.
Yet the three-eyed youth couldn’t help but reveal a look of horror on his face.
"How are these Tubizhou Cultivators so strong!"
He had previously clashed with the Three Continents’ Cultivators, well aware that the vast majority of them had lackluster magical combat skills.
The Tubizhou Cultivators were known to be particularly mediocre among them.
Although each tribe had different abilities, their offensive tactics were extremely simplistic, and their cultivation methods far too rudimentary.
This meant that their foundation and ability in magical combat were, at best, about the same as the Rogue Cultivators of the Fenglin Continent, if not worse.
However, the Tubizhou Cultivators he encountered this time, while their methods were still nothing special, wielded power that was worlds apart.
Simple spears held an overwhelming power, as if one strike could overpower ten.
The shock in his heart was fleeting.
In his third eye, the last two spear phantoms reflected.
Chasing each other like stars and moons, with an unstoppable heaviness, they shot towards him!
"Can’t dodge!"
His Qi was locked on.
The three-eyed youth suddenly realized this.
Thinking rapidly, but in the moment, he could not think of any way to respond.
Just then.
Several afterimages flew out from behind him, clashing with those two spears.
Then they collided fiercely with the spears.
Thump thump thump!
"Magic Tools?"
Seeing the appearance of these few afterimages, the three-eyed youth couldn’t help being surprised.
He immediately realized what was happening.