My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 253: Chasing

Seeing the counters shift, a bright, almost childlike smile spread across Dong Yun’s face. Relief washed over him like a cool breeze after a scorching day.

"Elder Long, it seems our kids managed to turn the battle around," he said, his voice filled with a mix of pride and happiness. "Whatever foul tricks those foreign cultivators pulled, they don’t matter anymore."

Long Liu also allowed herself a faint smile, but it was fleeting, her mind wandering to a certain troublesome figure. ’I’d bet my entire fortune that sly brat Feng Fan had something to do with this,’ she mused, suppressing a chuckle.

"You are right, Elder Dong Yun," she replied, her smile fading back to its usual stoicism. "Now, we won’t need to sacrifice so much. Sect Master should be here any minute now."

Dong Yun’s face grew serious as he nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. Though they had turned the tide for now, the war was far from over. They needed to remain vigilant for whatever came next.

Suddenly, a hurried voice rang out behind them, sharp and breathless.

"Elder Long! The foreign cultivators are retreating, they abandoned their disciples!"

Turning around, Dong Yun saw one of the Black Turtle Sect’s scouts running up, his face pale with urgency. This particular cultivator was responsible for monitoring enemy movements from the other side.

Dong Yun’s expression immediately darkened, his previous joy vanishing in an instant.

"Damn it!" he cursed, his fist clenching tightly. "That bastard Liao Cai abandoned his own without hesitation at the first sign of trouble! How could he act so shamelessly?"

Long Liu’s gaze hardened as she suppressed a sigh. "If they retreat now or we launch an attack, it’ll expose our plans. Unfortunately, there isn’t much we can do at this point. I’ll inform the Sect Master."

Just as she reached for her communication token, it suddenly pulsed with energy, delivering a message. Long Liu’s eyes narrowed as she processed the short transmission.

It was Fan Ying, the Sect Master of the Dao Seeking School.

"The teleportation formation has been created. Kill them all!"

A slow, ominous grin crept across Long Liu’s face, and Dong Yun, standing beside her, couldn’t help but shudder at the sight. The adorable loli’s cute and seemingly innocent face had transformed into something far more sinister, her red eyes gleaming with unrestrained bloodlust.

’Damn... every time I forget what kind of monster she really is,’ Dong Yun thought, forcing himself to swallow his discomfort.

Long Liu’s voice boomed, enhanced with spiritual qi, shaking the air around her.

"Everyone!" she shouted, her tone sharp and commanding, cutting through the chaos like a blade. "The teleportation formation is complete! Sect Master has given her orders—kill them all!"

Her words echoed like a death sentence, and as they reverberated through the sky, ten more flying vessels appeared, phasing into view as their concealment arrays deactivated. The air crackled with energy as the formidable warships took their positions.

"Dong Yun, let’s go!" she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Dong Yun simply gave her a resolute nod. In an instant, the vast fleet sprang to life.

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Three of the fifteen flying vessels remained behind, waiting for the disciples who fought below, while the remaining twelve shot forward, giving chase to the fleeing foreign cultivators.

The warships moved with terrifying speed, their massive silhouettes slicing through the air like predatory beasts. As they approached their targets, colossal cannons emerged from both sides of each ship, humming with power.

These weren’t ordinary weapons—they were devastating constructs of death, each cannon fortified with at least five arrays.

A vast quantity of spiritual qi gathered within the cannons, their tips glowing ominously as the arrays activated in unison. Once fully charged, they would unleash a destructive force capable of killing even a Transcending Tribulation realm cultivator.

Dong Yun couldn’t help but grin as he felt the pressure of the charged weapons. "I’d almost feel sorry for them... if they didn’t deserve it."

Long Liu scoffed lightly. "They thought they could get away after turning their backs on us? How naive."

With a single gesture from Long Liu, the air trembled, and the cannons roared to life. Blasts of concentrated spiritual qi shot forward.

Onboard the foreign ships, chaos erupted as elders and disciples scrambled like ants from a flooded nest. The air buzzed with desperate shouts and hurried footsteps.

"Elder Liao!" one of the elders cried out, practically stumbling over his own feet as he rushed into the command chamber. "Those bastards are attacking us! They tricked us and brought an entire fleet!"

Elder Liao Cai’s gaze locked onto the twelve war vessels encircling them like ravenous predators.

"Do you think I’m blind?!" Liao Cai snapped, his voice cutting through the elder’s panicked. "Activate the defensive arrays immediately! Make the other four ships fall back and hold the line while we escape. Full speed ahead—set course for the Azure Dragon Continent!"

The elder hesitated, taken aback by the ruthless order. A chill crept down his spine as he realized the gravity of Liao Cai’s decision. ’He’s... abandoning them? Just like that?’

Though his conscience twisted uncomfortably, the elder quickly swallowed his doubts and forced himself to nod. There was no time to question orders—not if he wanted to survive.

’Who am I to care? At least I’m on the ship that’s going to escape,’ he rationalized, casting a fleeting glance at the ships condemned to become cannon fodder.

Of course, he didn’t tell the other ships they were going to escape and abandon them. This was something they didn’t need to know.

A glow enveloped each ship as their defensive arrays flared to life, forming shimmering barriers of energy that hummed under the mounting pressure.

After the ships went into formation, Liao Cai’s flagship roared forward, its engines blazing with an unnatural intensity as it used every ounce of reserved spiritual qi to break through the blockade.

The ship groaned from the strain, but it tore through the air like a wounded beast, desperate to escape the impending slaughter.

Above, the Black Turtle Sect’s vessels unleashed their wrath. Giant blasts of concentrated spiritual qi rained down upon the foreign ships, smashing into the defensive barriers with bone-rattling force.

Long Liu watched the scene with narrowed eyes, her lips curling into a snarl.

"That bastard Liao Cai is trying to escape," she hissed. "Chase him!"

The ship surged ahead, cutting through the air like an arrow, while the other eleven continued their relentless bombardment of the four doomed vessels.