In the skies above the Old Port Battlefield, the weather changed dramatically. The already dim sky was now shrouded by heavy dark clouds, so oppressive it took one’s breath away.
On the horizon, a massive warship surged through the waves.
To be precise, the warship was composed of countless crows exuding a deathly gray aura, an extremely eerie and terrifying sight.
Heshan Tao has arrived!
The feathers of these crows were inscribed with strange runes, flickering with an unusual light.
An elder in black robes stood at the bow, staring coldly at the battlefield, exuding an aura that chilled to the bone.
As the Gray Crow Warship approached.
Everyone clearly saw that the warship was packed with Taoists in black robes, each holding peculiar magic artifacts, radiating a dark aura.
"Old Ghost Tianling, remember, this time you owe me a big favor." The black-robed elder spoke coldly, his voice wafting through the battlefield like a frigid breeze in the night.
With the arrival of Heshan Tao, the overseas disciples of Fang Immortal Dao experienced a sudden surge in morale!
In the distance, Xu Qing observed all of this and murmured quietly, "Senior Ji, Teacher Fu Xuan, brother, you can make your move now."
At this moment, the battle between the Vajra Demon King and Tianling Master was still fiercely intense.
The Vajra Demon King swung the Demon Mallet, each attack carrying a force as overwhelming as mountains and seas, fully embracing a mutually destructive combat skill.
Tianling Master faced the relentless assault of the Vajra Demon King and retreated continuously.
However, Tianling Master was, after all, a Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal.
Add to that, he had consumed a large amount of elixirs, reducing the side effects of the weakening period.
He skillfully deflected one crisis after another using the extraordinary means of a Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal.
At the same time, he kept searching for the Vajra Demon King’s weaknesses.
During the fierce battle, the arrival of Heshan Tao’s Sect Hierarch Old Demon Ji Yin was akin to giving Tianling Master an ultimate elixir.
His confidence soared, and he shouted fiercely, "Wenqu Star of the Great Yu Dynasty, do you think this one Demon King alone can defeat me? Show yourself quickly."
He was experienced enough to know that this embodiment of the Demon King was not Xu Qing’s trump card.
Therefore, he continued to withhold his own trump card, aiming for a lethal strike to take down both Xu Qing and the Demon King.
Xu Qing laughed heartily, "Thank you, Tianling Master."
The moment Xu Qing spoke, his voice rang throughout the heavens and earth, overshadowing the clamor of the battlefield, everyone heard it.
And for a moment, both Tianling Master and Old Demon Ji Yin were completely clueless.
"What’s he thanking for?"
"Luring the snake out of the hole!"
Xu Qing kindly explained once more.
Soon after, the expressions of the two dominant figures changed dramatically.
Because aboard the East Sea, two terrifying Martial Saint auras appeared simultaneously.
"The Twin Saints of the Great Yu!"
The first reaction of Old Demon Ji Yin was to flee.
Heshan Tao had been at odds with the Great Yu Dynasty for many years, and he knew well the might of the Twin Saints of the Great Yu.
But Old Demon Ji Yin never expected that the Twin Saints of the Great Yu, nearing the end of their years, would join Xu Qing in sailing.
However, Old Demon Ji Yin quickly realized that the aura of the other Martial Saint was none other than— "Fu Xuan!"
Old Demon Ji Yin cried out in alarm.
The current situation was even more shocking than the Twin Saints of the Great Yu fighting together.
Old Demon Ji Yin was utterly shocked to the core.
Yet, his meticulously crafted Dead Crow Warship faced unprecedented devastation in an instant under the impact of the two Martial Saints’ Qi-Blood.
Following this, King Lin used the Sky Shattering Bow to shoot at the Steering Taoist on the warship with the Nine Star Conjunction.
The specially enhanced Purple Thunder Divine Rockets instantly depleted King Lin’s Qi-Blood, and the results were indeed satisfying.
All nine Purple Thunder Divine Rockets hit their target and exploded on the warship.
The Dead Crow Warship was blasted apart, crashing down directly.
Immediately, the students of the Martial Arts Academy leaped from the ship, wielding weapons as they charged at the people of Heshan Tao. Like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, they cleaned up the chaotic Taoists of Heshan Tao.
Old Demon Ji Yin was, after all, the Sect Hierarch of Heshan Tao, possessing extraordinary Divine Skills.
Realizing the peril he was in immediately, he used a method similar to Demon Sect Blood Escape and fled on the spot.
Even though Ji Changxi and Fu Xuan acted swiftly, they couldn’t keep up.
The two exchanged a look, silently.
Ultimately, it was Ji Changxi, attentive and gentle as a woman, who broke the silence, asking considerately, "Old Ghost Fu, did you also escape from the Golden Tent on the grassland that day?"
Fu Xuan turned his head away and said nothing.
He thought he could live another ten years, watching Ji Changxi die before him, and would definitely urinate on her grave when that time came.
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On another side, Meng Yuxuan led the Great Yu soldiers, and the battle with the overseas disciples of Fang Immortal Dao had also reached a fever pitch. Meng Yuxuan swung his spear, like a silver snake, and wherever it went, the disciples of Fang Immortal Dao fell. However, the disciples of Fang Immortal Dao, with their tenacious resistance, still held firmly onto their defense, plunging both sides into a stalemate.
"It can’t go on !" Meng Yuxuan thought to himself silently. His eyes swept over the battlefield and suddenly discovered a critical defensive point of Fang Immortal Dao. "Follow me, break through there!" he shouted loudly, leading a team of elite soldiers to charge toward that defensive point.
Meng Yuxuan led the charge, like a black flash of lightning, racing toward the critical defensive point of Fang Immortal Dao. The spear in his hand glinted with a cold, piercing light, each swing unleashing a bloody storm, while the elite soldiers beside him followed closely in the Mandarin Duck Formation, their eyes burning with determined fighting spirit.