Chapter 587

Chapter 587: Chaotic Battle (Part Two)

The numerous cultivators appearing before the mountain peak were certainly not a unified force.

Under normal circumstances, to secure early access to the Biluotian secret realm and reduce competition, different factions would inevitably clash.

Yet now, they had temporarily united to confront the West Sea Sect cultivators blocking the rock wall.

The pressure on Sun Wenxuan and his comrades intensified dramatically.

Most of the Purple Palace cultivators were forced to abandon counterattacks, focusing all their efforts on maintaining the defensive formations, desperately fending off the relentless onslaught from their enemies.

Only a handful continued to fight back.

Among them were Wang Chen and Yin Sùlán.

Though Yin Sùlán’s cultivation level was not the highest, her background in a Family of Cultivators and her tutelage under Changhe Zhenren made her sword path cultivation unparalleled within the group, positioning her as a key figure in Damage Output.

For a sword cultivator like her, striking at the enemy was far more effective than merely defending!

As for Wang Chen, Sun Wenxuan had paired him with Yin Sùlán because the Sky Thunder he unleashed was exceptionally fierce.

From the moment the chaotic battle began, Wang Chen’s thunder surged in relentless waves, seemingly without end.

He not only demonstrated profound mastery of this technique but also astonished Sun Wenxuan with the sheer magnitude of his spiritual power, prompting the commander to assign him the critical task of counterattack.

Indeed, Wang Chen lived up to Sun Wenxuan’s expectations.

The lightning technique was swift and devastating, its destructive power far surpassing ordinary thunder spells. Even under widespread bombardment, ordinary Qi Training cultivators could not withstand it, even with magical shields.

Under Wang Chen’s relentless assault, all Qi Training cultivators retreated to the rear, leaving the Purple Palace masters to hold the front line.

The treasures within the Biluotian secret realm were undeniably alluring, but when weighed against their own lives, the latter took precedence.

These Qi Training cultivators had no desire to become mere cannon fodder.

As the Main Attack Force, the Purple Palace cultivators gritted their teeth, refusing to retreat despite the overwhelming odds.

This front was proving to be an exceptionally tough nut to crack!

To withstand Wang Chen’s Sky Thunder, they had to deploy various protective spirit tools or enhance their defenses with spiritual symbols; otherwise, they risked being struck down by the relentless bolts of lightning.

Simultaneously, these Purple Palace cultivators had to remain vigilant against Yin Sùlán’s flying sword.

Yin Sùlán’s flying sword was no ordinary weapon; it was her life treasure, forged from countless rare materials and refined over years of cultivation. Her control over it had reached a level of seamless harmony, blending her breath with her techniques.

Most importantly, while Yin Sùlán carried herself with a cold and proud demeanor, she was far from rigid in her approach.

She did not use her life treasure flying sword to overwhelm her opponents directly but instead coordinated with Wang Chen’s Sky Thunder, targeting those who exposed vulnerabilities.

A loose cultivator’s protective spirit tool crumbled under the relentless barrage of thunder, severely weakening his defenses. In a flash, a brilliant sword energy shot forth, circling him with lightning speed.

The sword light flickered twice, shattering the cultivator’s Spirit Light Shield.

With a single, decisive strike, his head was severed!

Though the cultivators surrounding the West Sea Sect held a significant numerical advantage, expecting them to unite and support one another was nothing short of a pipe dream.

This loose cultivator’s misfortune lay in the lack of reliable allies nearby; otherwise, he might not have fallen so easily.

To add insult to injury, before the headless body had even hit the ground, a hand swiftly reached out to snatch the storage bag hanging from his waist!

A Purple Palace cultivator’s storage bag would never be of low value.

These cultivators all harbored ulterior motives, hoping others would exert their full strength so they could reap the benefits. They felt no sorrow for the fallen, but instead secretly rejoiced.

One less competitor!

Witnessing this scene, many Purple Palace cultivators suddenly felt the urge to retreat, abandoning their attacks on the defensive formations to instead evade or defend against the counterattacks from Wang Chen and Yin Sùlán.

This allowed Sun Wenxuan’s group, consisting of dozens, to hold their ground!

Yet, at that very moment, the stone wall behind them erupted in a dazzling light, revealing an ancient-looking portal adorned with shimmering, mysterious runes.

The once chaotic battlefield abruptly fell silent.

All eyes were drawn to the newly emerged portal.

"The Gate of the Secret Realm!"

Someone let out a heart-wrenching scream.

His cry was like cold water poured into boiling oil, instantly igniting a frenzy!

The loose cultivators who had previously retreated now surged with renewed vigor, their eyes bloodshot and fierce, as they intensified their assaults on the defensive formations without a second thought.

As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold; for many loose cultivators living a precarious existence, the Biluotian secret realm represented their chance for fate alteration.

Now that opportunity lay right before them; how could they resist their greed?

At that moment, desire overpowered reason.

Sun Wenxuan and his comrades felt their pressure mount.

To make matters worse, although the portal to the Biluotian secret realm had appeared, it had yet to fully open.

To be among the first to enter, they would need to endure a while longer.

But more cultivators were arriving in response to the commotion!

A rain of fire cascaded from the heavens, its momentum surpassing even the Sky Thunder, causing the ground to quake violently. Thrusts emerged from beneath the soil layer, rapidly advancing toward the position of the West Sea Sect cultivators.

Accompanying these were countless spells and spirit tools raining down!

Seeing the dire situation, Sun Wenxuan’s eyes flashed with a fierce determination as he reached for a pale golden talisman.

"Command!"

This precious treasure symbol was instantly activated, sending out invisible waves that struck in all directions, successfully blocking all attacks and transforming flames, wind blades, falling thunder, ice shards, and Earth Spikes into chaotic spiritual energy that dissipated into the world.

Those powerful spirit tools had their connections severed from their owners and clattered to the ground.

Gasps erupted everywhere!

The attackers inevitably fell into chaos as many cultivators instinctively tried to retrieve their spirit tools.

They even took the chance to pilfer what they could.

As a result, their assaults on the defensive formations weakened significantly.

Meanwhile, Sun Wenxuan, who had triggered the treasure symbol, turned pale, his hands trembling slightly, clearly drained of immense magical power.

He had paid a hefty price.

Boom!

At that moment, an invisible force surged from behind, filling the surrounding space with pure spiritual energy.

The defensive formations set up by the West Sea Sect cultivators immediately collapsed, causing everyone to stumble and fall to the ground.

The hundreds of loose cultivators rushing in to seize the opportunity were just as disordered.

The gate to the secret realm had opened!