CHAPTER 907: CHAPTER 906: DIFFICULT BREAKTHROUGH

Under the support of the basic Daoist Skill of the Magic Cultivators and the powerful assault force of the reserves, the team advanced a thousand zhang in less than an hour, which was already nearly half the distance.

However, the pressure grew increasingly intense because the monsters were not foolish enough to engage only head-on. They also knew to outflank from the rear. Without the passageway serving as a backline, the human team was forced to withstand attacks from all directions, and the number of people who could be used at the front was barely more than half.

There was no better strategy; in such situations, the best defense was to attack. The faster they charged forward, the safer they would be.

When the impetus of the Magic Cultivators’ formation waned, and the reserves were nearing their limits, the Monk Group began to move forward, under the command of Yijie, presenting a brand new scene.

The Divine Skills of the Buddhist Sect, to be frank, are not very effective against these undead creatures in vast numbers. Their concepts of universal salvation and compassion were ineffective against the undead, akin to playing a lute to a cow. Even the so-called Buddha Realm was meaningless, and there was no time to chant the Rebirth Mantra or the Hymn of Difficulty-Bearing Buddhas. Therefore, the monks could only rely on their Angry-eyed Vajra skills.

Each monk was a proficient Body Cultivator. This was an indispensable part of their cultivation system.

Thus, what Hou Niao saw was not so much a Cultivation team but more like an army of mortals.

Unlike Zhi Xuan, who directed from the back, Yijie’s leadership style was to stand at the forefront. Over thirty monks lined up, breathing in and out powerfully, with strong Inner Qi exhaling and inhaling like a white ribbon between their nostrils. Each step they took, each punch they threw, cleared the path ahead.

Step forward, punch again.

Namo, Haritanaya, Toloyeya, Namo, Arya, Balukadite, Shapalayaya, Bodhisattvaya, and so on...

The Great Compassionate Mantra echoed throughout the space, each phrase followed by a punch, instilling a sense of ancient simplicity in the truth of the Buddhist Sect, as if an ancient Buddha was chanting. Compared to the Daoist Sect’s Magic Cultivators’ complex Five Elements combinations, it had a distinctly powerful feel.

Surprisingly, it was not slower than the advancement of the Magic Cultivators’ formation!

Hou Niao mused, the secrets of Daoist techniques are truly not something that the Sword Sect could solely dominate; of course, if his Grassland Sword Cultivation Army were here, it would be a completely different spectacle.

The Daoist Sect’s attacks are mysterious and elusive, focusing on guidance and control; the Monk Group, however, proceeds with steady advance and overwhelming momentum. If the Sword Cultivation Army were here, it would be with an onslaught as fierce as fire and movements as swift as the wind.

Frankly speaking, in battles like this, plucking the leader from a thousand troops, the Sword Cultivation Army is indeed the most suited. There’s no need to worry about defense, just thrust forward with dozens of swords.

But here, there were only two swords, and the junior sister didn’t understand Body Sword Skill, so it was just a thought.

Though the Monk Group’s advance was majestic, ultimately they were few in number, and their method consumed mana far too quickly, unlike the Daoist Sect’s misty techniques, which were more effortless. As soon as the momentum dwindled, Zhi Xuan Daoist promptly commanded the Daoist group to take over. Such consumption was difficult to replenish quickly, so they could only rely on Spiritual Plant Essence and nobody cared anymore about what their Purple Mansion would be like in the future.

"It seems to be going smoothly?"

Hou Niao looked around; after one round, the reserve team fell back after their explosive output. The Daoist group pushed forward a thousand zhang, and the Monk Group advanced three to four hundred zhang, nearing half the distance, giving much hope.

However, Wei Yi shook his head, "It might not be so easy from now on. The monster groups ahead are denser, and with the pestle there, if it makes a move, we don’t know if we can handle it."

Yue Duo gazed forward, "Don’t think too much; the course of the battle changes countless times. Just charge forward, do we even have a retreat?"

She was right. According to the original plan, the joint attack was to occur ten days later. This time it was both a full attack and a feint attack to thoroughly gauge the monsters’ strengths and weaknesses. But considering the monsters’ trump card was their numbers, endless amounts had filled the passageway behind them, so rather than retreat halfway, they might as well forge ahead bravely.

Anyway, since they had to kill, why not head towards the pestle?

"Junior brother, when we draw our swords later, we’ll form a sword circle, which will help relieve more pressure; Gu Zai, you can move your blood river forward a bit, partially overlapping with the sword circle; Wei Yi, there should be no oversight with the stragglers, missing one will affect the back Dao group’s formation..."

True to Wei Yi’s prediction, the Daoist group’s Feng Huo skill was notably less smooth this time, with less impressive effects. Monsters spewed dark pearls, with thousands upon thousands of pearls atop their heads, preventing the Feng Huo momentum from igniting properly,

With Feng Huo momentum failing to take effect, the sharp arrows that followed had difficulty eliminating the monsters. When faced with the monster group’s resistance, the Daoist group’s attack was obstructed.

Though it was still early, Zhi Xuan Daoist immediately called for standby team support, much earlier than the first time.

An attack stalling was expected, but arriving so early cast a shadow in Zhi Xuan Daoist’s heart.

He actually had a few Five Elements Formations available, such as the Earth Cultivation Scroll and Grass Formation Entanglement, but these formations were far less incisive compared to the Wind and Fire Formation, less suited for combat scenarios.

Being caught in a stalemate equates to being trapped in a deadlock; stagnating, they were nothing more than targets.

Each daoist took out their treasures to boost the wind and ignite the fire, but opposing the increasing influx of monster groups was like a drop in the ocean, unable to achieve significant results.

It’s not that their treasures were insufficient, but that in the space rift, the external treasures they brought seemed to be suppressed in the same way the pestle was, confined in power. This situation had been noticed long ago, which is why formations had been predominantly used for advancement, with no concurrent deployment of treasures.

The swords of Hou Niao and Yue Duo, fused as one, struggled to maneuver amidst the horde of monsters, lacking their former agility; they could not be blamed for not trying hard enough. As not even the Flying Sword Group could move freely within the monster cluster, how could they possibly be swift?

It was not for a lack of killing monsters; too many were slain, rendering the flying swords immobile. A sword piercing a zombie and barely emerging before getting trapped in another puppet’s body, finally penetrating only to thrust into a skeleton. With such a high-density opponent group, unafraid of death, under equal realms, it was the same for anyone involved.

The Monk Group was preparing in the rear, having just retreated without recovering their mana consumption. With no other options, they could only be sent back to see if the situation could be turned around, a desperation move. Given their current mana reserves, how long could they endure? If the Dao group couldn’t open the way, all would be for naught.

"This won’t do!"

Hou Niao stopped and sheathed his sword, shouting to Yue Duo and others, "I have a Wind Formation, let’s give it a try!"