CHAPTER 906: CHAPTER 905: BATTLE PREPARATIONS 3

Time passed quickly, and more cultivators kept arriving, joining this group, but once the number exceeded 150, the growth slowed considerably.

The Space Great Dao is a very difficult Dao to master, and those who achieve something in this regard are, without exception, true bearers of the universe’s Daoist traditions. It greatly tests the foundations of these traditions, and through this space rift, the strengths and weaknesses were clearly shown.

With less than ten days until the final two stars converge, the cultivators decided not to wait any longer. They must attempt an all-out attack, at least to feel out the foundation of that Jade Pestle.

Three formations were arranged in sequence, and this time they would not leave anyone to guard the passageway; advancing aggressively is their strategy.

"I always feel that that Jade Pestle is not easy to deal with. After all, it’s an Innate Spiritual Treasure, even if it’s suppressed to the Golden Core Realm, it’s still hard to shake, isn’t it?"

Wei Yi, uncharacteristically cautious, said, "Almost everyone has prepared their own methods, and combined with formations, these methods almost cover all the mainstream Daoist traditions in the Cultivation World. If even that doesn’t work, well, there’s nothing more to say."

Yue Duo reminded, "Prepare for a ten-day battle. I have a feeling that this is an attempt with no retreat. It will be hard to organize another attack like this, both in terms of momentum and casualties, it’s a one-shot deal.

The Jade Pestle has to divert power to suppress the increasingly close space-changing forces, which is the power of the Medicine King Furnace. This means that over the next ten days, it will become increasingly weaker due to being divided, until it becomes weakest when the final two stars converge. That’s our chance."

Once attacking, they cannot defend, which is unfortunate but also their current reality.

In the three formations, the Daoist Sect magic cultivators are the most numerous, commanded by Daoist Zhi Xuan, leading the first wave, with Fairy Fei Bai among them. Buddhist Sect disciples and some physical lineage inheritors form the second wave, led by Monk Yijie. Hou Niao’s reserve team is on the flank, ready to strike at any moment, controlled by Yue Duo.

Basically, everyone followed their respective traditions’ status in the Universe Cultivation Realm to decide who would lead, which also surprised Hou Niao, amazed at the status of the Qingkong Sword Vein in the Universe Cultivation Realm.

Seeing Fairy Fei Bai in the ranks still frowning, Hou Niao couldn’t help but tease, "Why not let me keep your big elixir safe for you? Better than letting the monsters get it, wasting something so precious."

Fairy Fei Bai cursed angrily, "Damn crow’s mouth, you’ll die in the monster’s mouths sooner or later!"

Hou Niao chuckled, "Then let’s meet in Jinxiu. I’m telling you, in the Jinxiu Continent, no one can keep what I’ve set my eyes on!"

The magic cultivators’ formation started to push forward slowly, just like the daily battles, advancing a bit before being slowly held back by the monsters’ numbers. If they followed the usual pace, they would be at a standoff here, fighting back and forth.

But this time, humans didn’t plan to hold back.

"Wind, rise!" Daoist Zhi Xuan waved the Daoist Flag, and a dozen tornadoes rose from the array, spanning the space. This was the work of the cultivators most adept in Wind Skill, and they would maintain the windstorm throughout the space until it was over.

The tornado clusters drifted rapidly toward the concentration of monsters, soon forming a massive wind field in the space. Wherever the eye of the storm passed, monsters lacking enough balance were directly plucked up.

However, such large-scale wind skills, while imposing, had limited actual damage effect, which is the Achilles’ heel of large-scale wind techniques.

Starting the wind wasn’t the goal, just an introduction.

Seeing the gale raging in the space, Daoist Zhi Xuan shook the Daoist Flag again, "Fire, arise!"

Another dozen Daoists unleashed fire techniques of equal range—Prison Fire, Lin Fire, Dark Fire—all Yin Fire.

These wouldn’t cause fatal damage to the thick-skinned monsters either. However, under the combination of wind and fire, the monsters’ perception, defense, and power application began to significantly decline, especially their coordinated defenses, revealing gaps here and there.

Finally, Daoist Zhi Xuan pointed the Daoist Flag forward, "Pierce!"

All remaining cultivators used the most basic Sharp Arrow Skill, the simplest and most effective way, leading to explosive force that could create the most effective damage to the monsters. In some sense, it was an alternative form of a flying sword.

Just like arrows in the mortal world, densely packed, layering over one another, sweeping away any presence daring to block their path ahead.

That dealt a blow to the number of monsters, clearing the way for the human cultivators’ formation to push forward courageously.

They were very aware that there was no way back. Their full-scale movement meant they lost control of the passageway behind them. Humans couldn’t leave anyone to defend; besides diluting their forces, it served no other purpose.

The magic cultivators’ formation surged a hundred zhang forward, but more monsters filled the breached gap without regard for their lives, using their robust bodies to withstand the human techniques, completely without fear, like lifeless machines.

Daoist Zhi Xuan, as the forward commander, quickly realized the opponent’s peculiarity. While deficient in organizing Daoist methods, they had ample quantity on the other side of the space.

The Jade Pestle hadn’t drawn all the monsters into the space, keeping reserves on the other side. The maintained balance between humans and monsters over months was only because it controlled the incoming numbers, but this balance was deceptive, intentional on its part.

Using the monsters’ lives to withstand, that might be impossible in the human world, but in such a unique environment with special cultivation creatures, which have completely lost their original consciousness and became tools, it’s no surprise.

The humans consumed the formation’s array power; wind, fire, and sharp arrow were all waning to some degree.

Daoist Zhi Xuan shook the Daoist Flag and shouted loudly, "Sword, come!"

The reserve team charged out from the formation. Two Sword Qi dragons constantly harvested the monsters’ lives along the advance, supplemented by strange and varied combat methods from the left-path cultivators.

The Sword Qi dragons tore through the dense monster crowd, scattering them. Yue Duo and Hou Niao ignored isolated or small groups of monsters, focusing only on densely packed areas for an initial sweep.

Gu Zai unfurled a blood river horizontally in front of the formation, numerous demonic spirits roamed within, dragging monsters into the blood river for consumption. But monsters were also numerous, and devouring them took time. When monsters outnumbered demonic spirits, the monsters continued their assault,

then a soldier cultivator cast beans to form soldiers, throwing a handful of paper dolls to engage the monsters in a stalemate.

The magic cultivators’ formation caught its breath, and the sharp arrows surged out again, pushing the entire team forward with successive waves of assaults.