CHAPTER 330: CHAPTER 325 EVACUATION

The Sun Palace Master ordered a retreat, and naturally the human cultivators would no longer linger in battle. It was already a routed situation, and in an instant, humans across various battlefields began to withdraw.

Li Fan glanced at the battlefield and realized that with his current level, he couldn’t change anything; his intentions were futile.

"Why haven’t you retreated yet?" Sikong shouted at Li Fan and Lu Yuan while continuing his furious assault on Lu Zhanchen, keeping him occupied so he couldn’t act freely.

The One-leaf Flying Boat appeared, and Li Fan and his companions boarded it, heading towards the aerial warship in the distance.

The sky was filled with the sound of battle shouts and demon roars, shaking the heavens, as the demons relentlessly pursued the fleeing human cultivators.

Li Fan piloted the flying boat in a rapid escape. People from the Sun Palace, the West Emperor Palace, and even those above the Sixth Realm from West Flame Island were still fighting to hold back the Great Cultivators, buying time for other cultivators to retreat.

While on the flying boat, Li Fan’s intent activated, and a broken sword flew out, tracing a magnificent arc in the sky. He witnessed many pursuing demons having their skulls pierced, their massive bodies plummeting downwards.

"With so many demons, retreating will be difficult," Luo Qingyan remarked, glancing at the demon army pursuing them. Many were returning to the warship, which was now initiating its withdrawal.

Li Fan and his group returned to the warship they had arrived on, and before they had even steadied themselves, they immediately turned back to control their swords.

Not far ahead, a figure stood in front of the warships. All around him, countless flying swords appeared, swirling about, forming a massive sword formation map that blocked out the sky. It was Kong Zhou, the senior disciple of the West Flame Island Island Master.

"Go!"

Kong Zhou raised his hand forward, and instantly, the sword formation map roared and charged ahead. The continuous sounds of slicing were heard as countless demons were ground into pieces in an instant.

However, a radiant black light shimmered brightly, piercing through the sword formation map like a stream of light, landing before Kong Zhou. Talons poised to strike down, it was a Demon Peng.

A flash of sword light cut through the void, colliding with the Demon Peng in an instant. Both parties flew backwards. At that moment, several figures descended upon the space above the sea, with some cultivators’ sword auras in the air, others standing with the blazing sun at their backs, intercepting between the demons and the warships.

Li Fan’s warship was already in retreat. He looked at those cultivators, sensing a heroic and solemn ambiance. Though he had some prejudice against the sword cultivators of West Flame Island, they all stood on the same side in the face of significant matters.

In the distance, the Demon Peng glanced in the direction where Li Fan was located. It spread its wings, a stream of light flashed by, and it chased towards the warship with terrifying speed.

"Hmm?"

Li Fan frowned. Was the target him?

He thought of the Jiao Peng he had killed earlier. Could it be a relative of that Jiao Peng?

The cultivators on the warship watched the pursuing Demon Peng with tense expressions. If a Sixth Realm Great Demon attacked, the warship would surely be destroyed, dooming them all.

A sword light cut through the space above the sea, and the Demon Peng’s form suddenly stopped, retreating upwards. Kong Zhou’s figure appeared ahead, with a majestic sword power covering the skies.

The warship continued its withdrawal as multiple warships from the West Emperor Palace began to scatter, heading in different directions to disperse the enemy’s pursuit efforts.

The defeat was imminent, and now they could only preserve as much strength as possible.

Standing on the deck of the warship, Li Fan saw many cultivators trying to rush towards them, only to be eternally intercepted by demons. They were too late.

"Senior brother." Yuwen Jing also appeared not far from his side, shouting towards the distance.

"Don’t worry, I will certainly make it out unharmed." A voice from afar, belonging to Kong Zhou was heard amidst the splendid display of sword light.

Yuwen Jing’s eyes held a worried look, gazing at the gradually fading figure in the distance.

"Those seniors have yet to retreat," Yuwen Jing murmured to himself. "They need to protect the warship’s escape, but with the Moon Palace’s betrayal, they also face peril."

The master, facing the Nine Infant beast alone, he too felt concerned.

"The crisis persists," Li Fan muttered softly. In different directions in the distance, a massive number of demons were coming their way, bypassing the blockade of the Great Cultivators.

It wasn’t just their direction; other warships retreating in all directions faced the same.

"Buzz..." The demon energy drew nearer, sweeping in. Li Fan, Yuwen Jing, and other cultivators stood at the forefront of the warship, their eyes filled with killing intent.

A Jiao Dragon roared, spewing thunder towards the warship.

The Golden Brilliance Sword shone instantly, golden sword beams like lightning piercing that thunderbolt. Li Fan’s intent activated, and the flying sword shot through the sky, passing through their collisions and heading for the Jiao Dragon’s head.

The Jiao Dragon clawed down to grab the incoming broken sword, but the sword suddenly accelerated, seemingly teleporting, passing through the gaps of the approaching claws, and in an instant landed on its head, piercing through. Blood splattered as the broken sword exited from the other side, the Jiao Dragon’s massive body trembled incessantly, plummeting downwards.

The broken sword continued flying forth, slaying all the frontal demons, causing the mass of demons behind to slow down, wary of the rotating broken sword in the air.

The other cultivators on the warship felt a sense of relief, looking at Li Fan with eyes full of admiration.

He alone, equivalent to an army of cultivators—a single sword discouraging the demons from attacking.

Yet those demons did not retreat, still tightly following the warship, merely increasing the distance. Moreover, more demons kept joining the pursuit.

From the distance, a terrifying aura surged towards them. Both Li Fan and Yuwen Jing furrowed their brows, gazing in its direction.

"Sixth Realm," Yuwen Jing murmured, sensing the imminent aura.

And it belonged to a human cultivator.

As his words fell, they saw from afar a cultivator in a black moon robe rapidly approaching.

"Moon Palace," the cultivators on the warship had grim expressions. Their warship lacked a Sixth Realm cultivator, as they were all on the battlefield buying time for the retreat.

How could they possibly contend with a Sixth Realm Taoist Body cultivator?

The figure drew closer, with demons following behind, rushing forward. An extremely terrifying oppression fell, encompassing that warship.

"Everyone, we have no way out. Prepare for battle," Yuwen Jing declared, sword intent pulsing at his brow, Golden Brilliance Sword Intent gathered, manifesting a giant golden sword behind him.

With no way out, even against a Sixth Realm Dao Body Cultivator, they had no choice but to fight.

The cultivator arrived above the warship, looking down. Suddenly, the warship shook violently, as the seawater beneath rose in columns, encircling the warship, this power affecting the ship.

These water columns shot skyward, forming into water dragons. They issued deep roars at the warship, while behind the cultivator, a dragon shadow appeared, wrapping around his body like a dragon god.

"Condense."

With his utterance, the water columns around the warship froze into ice, the ship’s hull gradually icing over, frozen mid-air, unable to proceed. The cold seemed to penetrate the bones of the ship’s cultivators.

Frost formed on Li Fan, as with those around him. Some Fourth Realm cultivators with weaker cultivation were covered in ice.

The sword intent melted the ice from his body, and Li Fan shot skyward; a sword array emerged behind him, launching towards the enemy.

The cultivator extended a hand, and space quaked; the flying swords became encased in ice, halting in mid-air.

"Hmph..."

The broken sword pierced through the ice, shooting straight towards him.

"Hmph." The Moon Palace cultivator snorted coldly, and suddenly felt a sense of threat. A dragon shadow enveloped his body as the broken sword struck it.

"An impressive treasure." He watched the flying broken sword with a burning gaze.

"Don’t wait for me, go ahead," Li Fan said without looking back. The warship broke free and continued forward, while the cultivators on deck remained, fortifying their will.

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