Chapter 783: Traditional Tactics

The two cultivators who came to reinforce, though weaker than Elder Xuan Yang, were still Mahayana-level cultivators—this realm alone made them top-tier warriors on Earth.

These two Mahayana-level warriors locked onto Li Yi and Ye Jingtian the moment they appeared atop the auspicious cloud.

Without hesitation.

The two Mahayana-level cultivators struck instantly.

A flying sword suddenly materialized, growing to a thousand zhang in length, instantly tearing through the heavens, piercing sun and moon, and slashing straight toward the two.

"Elder Xuan Yang, I'll assist you."

The Mahayana-level cultivator who struck was a formidable sword cultivator who immediately unleashed his life-sword—this blade, forged over countless ages through relentless tempering, had nearly reached the quality of a celestial artifact.

BOOM!

Then.

A thunderclap that shattered the sky suddenly appeared—purple-red in hue, stretching a thousand li, its countless lightning patterns covering the heavens like a colossal Yin-Yang Bagua diagram.

"Cursed Earthlings, don't dare flee—take this, Eight Trigram Divine Thunder!" Another Mahayana-level cultivator struck, skilled in thunder arts; his attack formed a divine thunder array that sealed the entire sky and earth.

His goal was to prevent Li Yi and Ye Jingtian from escaping.

If they tried to break through, they would be struck by the divine thunder covering all directions.

Even if they didn't die, they'd be gravely wounded and trapped.

"Too late—we can't break out. We must fight to the death."

Seeing this, Ye Jingtian drew a deep breath. To be surrounded and hunted by three Mahayana-level cultivators—these enemies truly overestimated him.

Was it because of the Purple-Blue Treasure Sword he carried? Or had the battlefield situation deteriorated this badly?

"Here, take this Crimson Gold Armor—watch yourself," Li Yi said without hesitation, tossing out a Crimson Gold Armor from his Crimson Gold Five Elements Bracelet.

He didn't fully understand it himself—Tiangong Daoist had forged ten of them originally to equip peak Sanhua cultivators later—but now he wouldn't hold back; he still needed Ye Jingtian to hold off the Mahayana-level warriors.

"Got it."

Ye Jingtian's eyes lit up at the armor radiating divine light—he understood cultivation arts and immediately imprinted his Primordial Spirit onto it.

Instantly, the Crimson Gold Armor became a divine glow that enveloped him; when the glow faded, the armor was already worn.

At the same moment.

The thousand-zhang flying sword had reached their very eyes.

Its terrifying power could shred all things.

Yet at that instant, the Crimson Gold Purple Feather Armor on Li Yi and the Crimson Gold Armor on Ye Jingtian both erupted with divine light, intertwining into an unbreakable shield before them.

BOOM!

The flying sword struck like a collapsing celestial pillar, slamming into the Crimson Gold divine light.

Though the sword rivaled a celestial artifact, it wasn't truly one—and Crimson Gold was a material capable of forging true celestial artifacts, further refined by Tiangong Daoist; its offensive and defensive power was astonishing.

Thus, this strike failed to break through the Crimson Gold divine light at once—it was blocked outright.

"What?"

This sight stunned the Mahayana-level sword cultivator.

What nonsense.

His life-sword couldn't pierce their armor? How was that possible?

Yet as he stared at the brilliant Crimson Gold light, he immediately realized—the armor's rank must exceed his life-sword; only then could it withstand his blow.

"This old man's combat power isn't simple," Li Yi thought, enduring the sword strike with difficulty—the Crimson Gold divine light shielding him flickered and nearly shattered, but he stabilized it by pouring more magic power into it.

Clearly, the Crimson Gold Dao Artifact still held the upper hand.

But Li Yi had no intention of being surrounded by three opponents—he must end this swiftly. Without hesitation, he drew another artifact from his Five Elements Bracelet: the Moonbow, then nocked a Crimson Gold arrow upon it.

The power of Long Hu roared in unison; the divine bow was fully drawn, aimed straight at the Mahayana-level sword cultivator.

"Watch out—dodge!" Elder Xuan Yang cried in alarm.

Though he didn't recognize the Moonbow, he knew the Crimson Gold arrow—using an artifact of this caliber as an arrow meant unimaginable power; he shouted a warning while his dust whisk, wrapped in the Eight Trigram Divine Thunder, struck toward them.

This combined strike from two Mahayana-level cultivators could shatter the heavens—even if it didn't kill the armored pair, merely disrupting their attack was worth it.

Meanwhile, Ye Jingtian roared, his body erupting in dazzling energy that merged with his Purple-Blue Twin Swords, as if he and the blades became one, charging forward.

He understood Li Yi's intent: to hold off one Mahayana-level warrior and create an opening for Li Yi to kill the other swiftly.

The Crimson Gold Armor was meant to save his life.

So Ye Jingtian spared nothing, risking everything to buy Li Yi time.

Suddenly.

The Crimson Gold arrow on the Moonbow vanished—nowhere in heaven or earth could its trace be found; its speed was so great even spiritual sense couldn't track it.

If spiritual sense couldn't track it, cultivators couldn't dodge.

"Coming for me?"

The Mahayana-level sword cultivator sensed mortal danger—he instantly summoned his life-sword to guard his front and unleashed his magic power recklessly, casting an extremely advanced protective technique.

Before him, his magic power wove into overlapping scales—unbreakable, capable of withstanding three full-force strikes from peers.

Yet only for an instant.

His vision was flooded with Crimson Gold light.

The arrow pierced his protective technique in an instant, then struck his life-sword.

"Blocked?"

The sword cultivator's heart leapt with relief—then his smile froze.

Countless cracks instantly appeared on his life-sword.

Though his sword rivaled a celestial artifact, it wasn't one—and its material was far inferior to Crimson Gold from the Wildlands; it had merely delayed the arrow for a moment.

Then.

His life-sword shattered. The Crimson Gold arrow's residual power surged onward, piercing straight through the Mahayana-level sword cultivator's body.

Terrifying divine light raged.

"Ahh!"

The Mahayana-level sword cultivator screamed in agony—his flesh, his Primordial Spirit—all torn, shredded, devoured, and erased until not a trace remained.

Thus.

The Mahayana-level sword cultivator, who had roamed the Xuan Immortal Continent for countless years, perished on Earth's battlefield.

"How could this be?" The other Mahayana-level cultivator, skilled in thunder arts, flinched, his heart filled with shock.

Shot dead by a single arrow?

That was a Mahayana-level sword cultivator—nearly invincible on Earth's battlefield, even great demons dared not challenge him—and yet, three of them hunting two Earth evolutionists ended in his death?

"That bow and arrow are too extraordinary—any Mahayana-level warrior struck by it will die unless protected by a true celestial artifact. I have none. If they target me, I'll die too."

At that moment, he began to reconsider.

Could he still win if he kept fighting?

Even if defeating them brought endless rewards, he had to survive to claim them.

Seeing the situation turn sour,

the old tradition of the Xuan Immortal World took hold once more.

Flee!

The Mahayana-level cultivator instantly abandoned any thought of continuing the fight—he turned and fled without a word, abandoning all potential gains.

As he fled, the Eight Trigram Divine Thunder array sealing the sky and earth dissolved instantly.

But soon.

The Mahayana-level cultivator realized his choice was wise—he glanced back and saw Li Yi drawing another Crimson Gold arrow and pulling back the divine bow again.

"They still have more of those arrows?"

His heart pounded with dread and fear; he accelerated his escape even further.

He came to Earth to bully others, not to be bullied. When facing a stronger foe, running away wasn't shameful.

"Lei Du, you bastard!" Elder Xuan Yang roared in fury as the enemy fled—his strike landed on Ye Jingtian, but without the Eight Trigram Divine Thunder array's enhancement, its power plummeted.

Thanks to Ye Jingtian's Crimson Gold Armor, though he was blasted far away, he suffered no real injury.

Ye Jingtian, relying on the armor's incredible defense, charged forward again, Purple-Blue Twin Swords in hand.

Seeing the enemy flee, Li Yi abandoned the idea of killing him and turned the Moonbow toward Elder Xuan Yang.

He drew and fired in one seamless motion, without hesitation.

Instantly locked onto, Elder Xuan Yang's hair stood on end—he sensed mortal danger and knew his fate was sealed; if he stayed, he'd be killed.

With losses still minimal, flee now.

"Damn it." Elder Xuan Yang gritted his teeth and activated teleportation, aiming to escape.

The Crimson Gold arrow flashed forward—its terrifying power warped space itself, causing his teleportation to stall slightly.

"How?" Elder Xuan Yang panicked completely.

But at the critical moment, his teleportation activated—he vanished just as the arrow neared.

The Crimson Gold arrow streaked across the sky, exploding into a distant mountain range.

"They ran?" Li Yi recalled both Crimson Gold arrows, staring at the vanished Mahayana-level enemy, momentarily stunned.

"How could they not run? One Mahayana-level warrior was shot dead—everyone else would flee. They never had the upper hand against us anyway," Ye Jingtian sighed in relief.

Their escape was good for him—he had no confidence he could win against them.

"My strength is still insufficient—if it weren't, they wouldn't have escaped," Li Yi reflected.

If I had formed my Primordial Spirit Manifestation, they wouldn't have dared to flee.

Or perhaps I was too eager—I shouldn't have used the Moonbow so early, or I wouldn't have alarmed them.

"Forget it, we'll kill these two next time we get the chance." Li Yi no longer dwelled on it and added, "Since that immortal is dead, let's search nearby for any lingering storage rings or similar items. A Mahayana cultivator's accumulated wealth is considerable."

"That makes sense," Ye Jing said.

The two searched nearby for a while and indeed found a storage ring, slightly damaged but still usable.

Since its owner was dead, Li Yi opened it without effort.

Inside lay mountains of spirit stones, elixirs, several magic treasures, and various sword cultivator scriptures.

It certainly looked valuable.

Li Yi didn't hesitate, took everything, and said, "Let's go. We must hurry to the Earth Defense Line. Staying out here might bring us into contact with other enemies."

(End of Chapter)