I Have A Cultivation World

Chapter 769: Chapter 444 Battle Results (7k)_4 Chapter 769: Chapter 444 Battle Results (7k)_4 However, to avoid any further complications, he had resorted to taking a golden-red pill. Even if it meant he would be weak for two years afterwards, his priority was to swiftly slay the likes of Zhou Wangshen.

After getting the warning from Ai Tuo, the two other Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Mountain Shaker Peak no longer sought to take all the credit themselves. Instead, they executed their Battle Array’s trapping transformation, with the two Yellow Sand Giant Pythons dispersing and forming a yellow mountain range, subjugating and encapsulating Zhou Wangshen and the others who were beneath the Qingyang Spirit Tree.

Unexpectedly, their actions seemed to bring delight to the faces of the Divine Wood Sect’s Foundation Establishment cultivators.

On the far side, Yuan Feihu who had a pallid complexion retrieved a Golden Sun Arrow and a Qingyang Arrow. If he were to fire another Golden Sun Arrow, his spiritual power would be completely depleted, and it was even possible that he might lose control and sustain damage to his core.

However, if it were a Qingyang Arrow, there wouldn’t be any problems.

He was already mentally prepared—if he really had to use the Golden Sun Arrow again, he would not hesitate to do so.

All he hoped for now, was to buy some time until Chen Mobai arrived.

As time ticked away, the look of delight on both sides grew increasingly pronounced.

A quarter of an hour quickly passed.

Ai Tuo, who had been meditating with his eyes closed atop the desolate mountain, suddenly opened his eyes. He gave a hearty laugh, stepped out, and descended into the Battle Array formed by the Mountain Shaker Peak cultivators.

With him as the backbone, the power of the Mountain and River Dragon Transformation aggregated within his body. An even larger Yellow Sand Giant Python hovered in the night sky, looking down upon the seven puny men beneath the Qingyang Spirit Tree.

“Your deaths are just the beginning. I believe we will be the ultimate victors in this war.”

Ai Tuo, possessing the mighty power of the Battle Array, his eyes icy yet his tone zealous, conveyed his final decree to Zhou Wangshen and his compatriots.

But, much to his surprise, faced with death, not a single Divine Wood Sect cultivator showed fear or hesitation.

All of them appeared normal, some even with confidence!

Since when did this happen?

Could it be that none of the Divine Wood Sect’s cultivators fear death?

Or have they already prepared to sacrifice themselves for their Sect?

Though Ai Tuo couldn’t understand, it did not deter him from controlling the daunting power of the Yellow Sand Giant Python, opening its large mouth and shooting a curtain of yellow lightning towards the Qingyang Spirit Tree.

At this moment, the Wu Tu Divine Thunder launched!

Once this rank-3 power descended, Zhou Wangshen and his counterparts below the Qingyang Spirit Tree would be reduced to dust.

Even if Yuan Feihu released another Golden Sun Arrow, it would not be able to hold back the onslaught.

[All of you will die!]

Ai Tuo, in his bitter resolve, spurred the Battle Array’s power once more, magnifying the Spiritual Light of Wu Tu’s Divine Thunder!

The hum of electricity filled the air!

However, at that moment, a resonance of thunder, one that Ai Tuo was all too familiar with, echoed from the distance and quickly reached his ears.

The avian-like rumble of thunder brought back the horrifying memories of what Ai Tuo had just recently experienced.

The fearsome memory soon turned into reality—a brilliant azure thunderbolt javelin, thrown from the right hand of a handsome youth, accurately landed on the foremost tip of the Wu Tu’s Divine Thunder that was vomited out by the Yellow Sand Giant Python.

With a boom, the dark yellow cylinder of lightning collapsed.

The brilliant azure thunderbolt, on the other hand, continued with its momentum, piercing through the head of the Yellow Sand Giant Python.

In the deafening roar of thunder, the Mountain Shaker Peak’s Battle Array was nearly completely shattered.

[This is impossible!]

Ai Tuo, in the midst of feeling numb and severe pain as if struck by thunder, widened his eyes in disbelief while looking at a handsome youth who was step by step approaching, from the distant horizon engulfed in flames, and practically within moments arrived in front of Qingyang Spirit Tree.

“How… How can you be here so quickly?”

Ai Tuo thought that the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Divine Wood Sect might have detected his strategy. For this reason, he had been restoring his spiritual power at the fastest speed, hoping for a swift battle resolution.

However, it seemed like the other side had already seen through his strategy. It was as if Zhou Wangshen and the others were bait, waiting for him to lead the last group of elite cultivators of the Mountain Shaker Peak into their trap.

“I came as soon as I got the notification. The distance wasn’t too far,” Chen Mobai casually remarked. He then uncapped the yellow skin gourd around his waist.

Orange lights shot out, effortlessly tearing through the last thin layer of Mountain Shaker Peak’s battle array’s light shield protecting Ai Tuo’s neck.

“I failed my Sect!”

Regret was written all over Ai Tuo’s face as he met his demise.

The people here could be considered half of Mountain Shaker Peak’s strength. If all of them were to be lost here, not even requiring the Divine Wood Sect to act, Mountain Shaker Peak could be potentially relegated from its position amongst the East Wilderness Major Sects.

But it was too late for regret now.

A thin line of blood appeared on his neck. His head, carrying an expression of regret, fell to the ground, blood staining the earth.

After having severed one neck, the orange light controlled by Chen Mobai’s divine sense made another sweep over the necks of the remaining five foundation establishment cultivators of Mountain Shaker Peak.

Be it late or mid Foundation Establishment, all fell to the ground, blood spurting furiously and heads rolling, as the sound of gurgling filled the air.

“All of you… run…” With his last breath, Ai Tuo, who had been decapitated, appealed to the two hundred Qi practitioners of Mountain Shaker Peak, horror etched on their faces.

Yet, these cultivators had not fully recovered their spiritual power due to Ji Dingjin’s Transformation of the Dragon, and their arrays had been broken by Chen Mobai, all of them were practically drained of spiritual power.

Even if they wished to escape, where could they go under such relentless pursuit by these Foundation Establishment cultivators?

Even so, some held strong desires to survive; they swallowed pills, toughened their teeth, called upon their flight spells and scattered off into the wilderness at night.

As long as they dispersed enough, out of their two hundred people, there would certainly be a few who could escape.

Harbouring such thoughts, one after another, these Qi practitioners struggled to their feet, choosing a direction without a backward glance, they plunged into the gloom of the wilderness.

“Kill as many of them as you can.”

Chen Mobai gave a command, put away his Primordial Yang Sword Evil into his yellow skin gourd. Those that survived, like Zhou Wangshen and others, expressed their gratitude to him.

Chen then glanced at the storage bags on the bodies of the Foundation Establishment cultivators from Mountain Shaker Peak who had perished, and started chasing after those fleeing Qi practitioners with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

Soon, only Chen Mobai was left at the site.

According to the rules of the Eastern Wilderness, whomever does the killing is the owner of the loot.

It was clear that the storage bags of Ai Tuo and others now belonged to him.

…

“Ai Tuo, the Peak Master of Breaking Sky Peak from Mountain Shaker, organized a counter-ambush with a group of cultivators on his way back. Although they pinned down Junior Brother Zhou and the others, other sect members including Junior Brother Yuan got the message in time and provided assistance. By the time Junior Brother Chen arrived, the enemy was already worn out,”

“With more of our legions joining in and under Chen’s leadership, we wiped out the cultivators of Mountain Shaker Peak, including immortal cultivating families and markets loyal to them in Rock Country.”

“Presently, our 3,000 strong army of cultivators are hurrying over here under Chen’s leading.”

Not far from the main base of Mountain Shaker Peak, Xie Yuntian was standing on a huge rock, respectfully relating the latest battle situations to the puppet body of Fu Zongjue.

“Not bad, not bad, this kid didn’t disappoint.”

Fu Zongjue was very satisfied with what he heard. After speaking, he cast a penetrating gaze toward Mountain Shaker Peak.

“Ji Zhenshi’s days are numbered.”