This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 1331 - 106: Only Sword Sect Cultivators

At the outermost region of the Great Wilderness, a black fire suddenly burst forth.

Within the black fire, a figure was enveloped.

Mo Yan.

The speed of the black fire was extremely fast.

Speed was never the strong suit of Dharma Cultivation.

However, the Longevity Fire enhanced Mo Yan in all aspects.

Thus, Mo Yan realized that when he exerted his strength to fly now, his speed was two or three points faster than before.

Under normal circumstances, acquiring such a tremendous boost in power, even someone as steady as him would be incredibly excited.

But now, his heart was filled with anxiety and worry.

Worrying that he couldn't deliver such critical information to the Human Race, and also worrying about Lu Qingshan, who attracted most of the Demon Race's attention and ventured deep into the Great Wilderness alone.

After the Longevity Fire Seed reignited, his strength advanced significantly.

He really wanted to turn back and regroup with Lu Qingshan to join forces against those Demonic Cultivators.

But Mo Yan was unsure of how many forces the Demonic Cultivators had, whether there were other reinforcements, nor did he know where Lu Qingshan was now.

Perhaps Lu Qingshan might have already fallen by now?

Moreover, according to Lu Qingshan's saying about the Heart Demon Clan's unity of three souls, when he had just killed all the Heart Demon Soul Splits that were chasing him, the main bodies of these Heart Demon Soul Splits should have already received the message.

They could have already sent out forces to pursue again.

If he turned back, he might be walking into a trap.

All these are unpredictable; there are too many variables.

Turning back not only meant an uncertain fate, but finding Lu Qingshan would be very difficult.

The only thing he could do was to fly back to the Human Race as soon as possible and bring back the critical news that Lu Qingshan risked his life to protect.

Mo Yan glanced back at the Great Wilderness left behind, gritted his teeth, resolutely turned his head forward, and looked ahead.

The road ahead was the most difficult part.

When they arrived, he and Lu Qingshan stirred up trouble, leaving the Demon Occupied Zone in chaos.

Now, merely a few days later, the Demon Occupied Zone was still under great alert, full of apprehension.

Countless Demonic Cultivators were investigating everywhere, searching for the two of them, the masterminds.

To capture them, the Demon Race even recalled some forces from the front line, truly making a big move.

"I must be careful. If my identity is exposed in the Demon Occupied Zone and I get surrounded, not even ten Longevity Fires could save me," Mo Yan thought solemnly, not daring to be careless.

Crossing the Demon Occupied Zone? That was something only a Taoist Master could achieve; he was not insane enough to attempt such a thing.

The most important task on his return to the city was to consider his movements.

Thinking this, Mo Yan took out a gray cloak from within his storage item and covered himself with it, instantly concealing the flames around him.

Then, his eyes roamed, picked a direction, and used his Escape Technique again.

This time, the Escape Technique was silent, with no flames surrounding him.

— As an Artifact Refiner, Mo Yan had many small gadgets to deal with various situations.

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The Front Line.

The sky was very gloomy, as it had been for several days, looking as if it was going to rain but never did.

In the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion of the three cities, Tigerhead, Bullhorn, and Horsehoof, many High-Level Cultivators were gathered for a meeting.

The meeting was convened by Li Shiyi, Gu Qiu, and Ning Fengchen, the Peak Masters of the Sword Sect, each overseeing one city.

They all wore solemn expressions, contemplating something serious.

The battle report of the Spirit Sea Tide sweeping through the Human Realm had reached their three cities not long ago.

"Though the Demon Race's Spirit Sea Tide was intercepted and didn't reach the front line, it caused spatial disruption in the rear, rendering all Teleportation Arrays inactive, effectively cutting off our retreat."

The three Peak Masters, being far-sighted individuals, did not feel relieved by the intercept of the Spirit Sea Tide but saw the impending danger from the Demon Race through this message.

"With our retreat temporarily cut off, would the Demon Race give up on this chance to inflict heavy damage or even annihilate us?"

They were very aware of the Demon Race's ruthlessness, their expressions deeply grave.

The three Peak Masters were certain that the Demon Race would certainly seize this opportunity to launch an attack.

But just like the weather, though the storm was looming, they did not know when it would come.

"After so many days, the Demon Race has only been making minor skirmishes, seemingly trying to minimize losses... will they really launch a full-scale attack this time so decisively? They would also suffer heavy losses." Some cultivators still harbored lucky thoughts.

"With the betrayal of the Rinsing Spirit Sect, the fall of Dragon City Pass, the heavy blow to the strength of Central Spirit's High-Level Cultivators, our Human Race is at its weakest.

Now that our retreat is temporarily cut off due to the Spirit Sea Tide, if the Demon Race doesn't bare their fangs now, then they are not the Demon Race."

"We cannot passively wait here for the Demon Race to launch an attack," After hesitating for a moment, the three Sword Sect Peak Masters, each situated in a different city and separated by great distances, almost simultaneously made the same decision without consultation.

"The evacuation work at the rear is already seventy to eighty percent complete, although there are still many from the Human Race who haven't withdrawn from the western region, in warfare striving for perfection often leads to greater loss.

It's time to retreat to the Longye Mountains now."

"Although the establishment of Heart City still requires some time, the Heavenly Signs are fair enough...

The Demon Race's Spirit Sea Tide cut off our retreat, but it also cut off their advance."

Without using the space Teleportation Arrays, they can only fumble their way through the tail currents of the Spirit Sea Tide, and to cross these currents spanning millions of miles, it would take at least a month.

With this calculation, if we retreat now, the timing is just right!"

After a careful calculation, the three Peak Masters hesitated no more,

Gu Qiu was the quickest to understand this reasoning.

But just as he stood to issue the retreat order, a figure hurriedly barged into the main hall.

With a glint in his eyes, Gu Qiu had a bad premonition, "What's the matter?"

The cultivator who entered looked extremely tense, trembling slightly as he reported, "Peak Master Gu, the Demon Race over there... there they are assembling forces, seemingly preparing for a full-scale assault eastward."

Gu Qiu furrowed his brows, said no more, abruptly rose to leave the main hall, and flew above Tigerhead City, gazing far towards the Demon Race's encampment.

The other High-Level Cultivators in the hall also followed suit, hovering behind Gu Qiu, looking forward.

The scene before their eyes made the already gloomy weather even more oppressive.

Innumerable Demonic Cultivators, like a densely packed pack of wolves, covered the distant Heaven's Vault, advancing in a grandiose manner.

The quantity was too vast to count with the naked eye; this was a massive force the Demon Race had never deployed in any prior attack.

All-out assault on the city.

Such a grand spectacle gradually caught the attention of others.

First, the cultivators on the city wall responsible for observation issued a warning signal, and then, one by one, the cultivators, responding in order of cultivation from high to low, flew up into the air to check the situation.

"Peak Master Gu, what should we do?" A Sword Cultivator of the Eighth Realm next to him asked.

"What else can we do, retreat! If we don't retreat, are we to wait here for total annihilation?" Gu Qiu squinted and said.

"How to retreat?"

Impulsively retreat, with the tail currents of the Spirit Sea Tide in the front and pursuing forces in the rear, it was a dilemma, a certain path to death.

"The main force retreats, enter the tail currents of the Spirit Sea Tide, a small portion of cultivators stays to cover the rear, blocking the Demonic Cultivators, trying to buy as much time for the main force to retreat," Gu Qiu stated calmly.

"Who will cover?" This was the crucial question.

Though called covering the rear, everyone understood that it essentially meant trading life for time.

Gu Qiu gathered his composure, asked solemnly:

"Which sect's cultivators in the city can each fight a hundred?"

The Eighth Realm Sword Cultivator hesitated for a moment, seemed to understand something, a gleam in his eyes, then raised his voice and said, "It's my Sword Sect cultivators."

"Which sect's cultivators can, with the fewest numbers, hold back the most Demonic Cultivators? Can buy the most time for the main force to retreat?"

"It's my Sword Sect cultivators."

"Which sect's cultivators are the best at slaying demons?"

"It's my Sword Sect cultivators."

"Do Sword Sect cultivators fear battle? Fear death?"

"Sword Sect Sword Cultivators have always dared to face life and death, and have never changed in tens of thousands of years!" The Eighth Realm Sword Cultivator's voice grew louder as he replied.

"Then, tell me, who will cover?"

"Only my Sword Sect cultivators!"

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