Chapter 218: Blood Slaughter

"No, this is impossible!"

The old woman felt a sharp pain in her head and widened her eyes.

She was unwilling to give up and unable to accept this; it seemed she still had a more powerful trump card she hadn't used.

But in the end, all her thoughts fell into silence, and her body collapsed softly.

Swish! Swish!

A pale blue sword Qi shuttled and leaped among the Blood Slaughter Hall disciples.

Spells were useless to block it, magic tools were useless to block it; it didn't even need to pierce through. By shifting the angle slightly, it could bypass the magic tools, stab in from the protective shields, and kill with extremely low consumption.

"No!"

"This is a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

Within a few breaths, seventeen or eighteen Blood Slaughter Hall disciples died in battle, holes appearing in their foreheads. Moreover, there was no sign of the killing speed slowing down; whenever the sword Qi descended, death was inevitable, having nothing to do with the level of their cultivation.

"Run!"

The Blood Slaughter Hall disciples quickly collapsed and fled in all directions. The old woman was dead, no one was left to control their restrictions, and their will to fight collapsed to a point far inferior to that of the Seven Feathers Sect disciples.

In the end, they all died under the encirclement of the Seven Feathers Sect disciples; not a single one managed to escape.

Everyone looked with awe at the nearly transparent sword Qi as it dissipated.

"Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster! May this disciple serve by your side, to attend to your needs?"

Li Sanyuan asked loudly with burning eyes.

The others' eyes also lit up, looking expectantly toward the direction where the sword Qi had dissipated.

"The son of Senior Li Mingda..."

Jiang Ding did not ignore his words and pondered for a moment: "I don't have time. Continue forward to rendezvous with the sect disciples. I want ninety percent of the spoils from these demonic thieves—no more, no less."

This ratio was appropriate.

Because he had the ability to wipe them out entirely, he did not need assistance.

"Yes, Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster!"

Li Sanyuan was deeply disappointed but said respectfully.

The formless escape light made a wide circle, continuing to advance in the direction marked by the Qiyu Sect.

As they entered within a ten-kilometer radius of the mark, they encountered more and more battles; everywhere, Seven Feathers Sect disciples and Blood Slaughter Hall disciples were slaughtering each other.

The former had restrictions on them, and the latter were no less burdened; blood from both sides kept spilling.

Jiang Ding only struck occasionally to avoid his movement trajectory being predicted by others, killing toward the center of the battlefield at maximum speed in a hidden state.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

In the central battlefield, the spiritual light of various spells exploded and rolled, flesh and blood flew everywhere, zombies became foul-smelling lumps of meat, and fierce ghosts and grievances shrieked as they dissolved.

This area had gathered at least two thousand Seven Feathers Sect disciples and one thousand five hundred Blood Slaughter Hall disciples!

Both sides pulled apart a distance of several dozen meters, releasing zombies, spirit beasts, and puppets, fighting to the death in the form of small squads and large legions.

Jiang Ding observed the battlefield slightly.

Here, the Seven Feathers Sect disciples were finally organized in an orderly fashion.

The Fire Vein was together, the Wood Vein was together, and the Earth Vein was together. Their spells no longer interfered with each other, and from time to time, sheets of firebirds, earth spears, and gold blades shot toward the Blood Slaughter Hall disciples; similar spells could even produce minor amplifications.

It was just that they still lacked the support of a cultivator's basic military formation, merely gathering together to cast spells; in this point, they were far inferior to their opponents.

Besides this, the Blood Slaughter Hall also appeared with opponents not seen before in this direction.

Some disciples with fierce ghosts circling palaces on their black robes appeared on the battlefield, holding pitch-black long banners a zhang high, summoning at least three or five, and at most over a dozen fierce ghosts with a wave of their hands; cold winds blew, and ghosts cried and wolves howled.

Other Blood Slaughter Hall disciples with blood-colored palaces on their Daoist robes were of a different style; blood-colored blade lights crisscrossed and danced, moving in groups, severing any spells blocking their path.

Many Seven Feathers Sect disciples were sliced into countless thin pieces by sheets of blood-colored blade light before they could even react.

Hundred Ghost Peak!

Blood Transformation Peak!

Added to the Poison Zombie Peak disciples encountered in this direction earlier, the three great elder families of the Blood Slaughter Hall had all sent their disciples and vassal families, each with over five hundred people, their baleful aura shocking the heavens.

"Their heritage is more profound, more suitable for war..."

Jiang Ding thought, flying in the sky above the battlefield, turning a blind eye to the surrounding carnage.

In his spiritual sense, lines of magnetic field virtual lines were distributed within a thousand-meter range; every moment, people and spells were triggering them, bringing him detailed intelligence.

Searching bit by bit, searching bit by bit.

"Found it!"

Jiang Ding's eyes flashed, and he lunged toward the direction of a young boy.

"Big Brother! We can't hold on!"

"We really can't hold on!"

Wu Wu Ma Kong wept bitterly, a bloodstain appearing on his chest, his flesh withered; his Qi Condensation Level 7 cultivation was completely useless on the battlefield.

"Our Water Vein fellow disciples of the same period died in large numbers the moment they met; sheets of blood blades fell, we really couldn't block them!"

"I'm the only one left who barely managed to escape back!"

"How could it be so sharp?"

Li Qingyun also felt a chill in his heart.

Looking out, over two thousand Seven Feathers Sect disciples were gathered on a small hillside, relying on formation disks to set up defenses one after another; their numbers were greater than the opposite side, so they should be able to resist no matter what.

But,

Black-furred zombies roared in sheets, jumping several zhang high with each step, fearless of death; even when hit by sheets of spells and turned into lumps of bloody flesh, they didn't care at all and continued to kill.

From time to time, grievances and fierce ghosts shuttled back and forth inside the zombies, laughing strangely, casting all kinds of weird and vicious spells.

Many Seven Feathers Sect disciples, if not careful, would turn purple all over and collapse to their deaths.

These were just the beginning.

Even more terrifying was the center, guarded by the Hundred Ghost and Poison Zombie Peak disciples.

The Blood Transformation Peak disciples wore black robes, not even unfolding their body-surface protective shields, all their magic power surging into a blood blade magic tool.

Swish, swish, swish!

The blade lights were shrill and intimidating, forming a blade formation; cultivators of the same tier would be severed in two if not careful, their essence blood sucked dry, which in turn increased the power of the blade light by several points.

The disciples of the three peaks of the Blood Slaughter Hall coordinated too tightly!

Poison Zombie resisted head-on, Hundred Ghost interfered and shot hidden arrows, Blood Transformation attacked head-on; the Seven Feathers Sect disciples, while enduring massive interference, also had to face sheets of blood blades, completely unable to block them, and large numbers of disciples died every moment.

In just a few dozen breaths, casualties had already reached several hundred, and there was a faint sign of collapse.

"Seven Senior Brothers!"

Li Qingyun looked at the seven great true disciples of the sect.

Although he had Qi Condensation peak cultivation and a Heavenly Spirit Root, making him the sect's big brother in substance, he was willing to give some respect to these disciples who were much older.

"Little Martial Uncle will arrive soon, please hold on for a while longer."

'Why don't you go up? A Heavenly Spirit Root cultivator should be much stronger than those of the same tier.'

The seven true disciples were dissatisfied in their hearts but dared not act out, so they had to wave their sleeves and lead the capable junior brothers to fly toward the battlefield, blocking the gap that was about to collapse.

Although the front line was still tottering.

From time to time, people died, their essence blood swallowed by blood blades, their souls collected by Hundred Ghosts, and their corpses put into storage bags; nothing was wasted.

But they still barely managed to stalemate.

"Big Brother, there is something fishy about this matter; the Blood Slaughter Hall shouldn't have sent so many people; in previous years, it was at most five or six hundred, and only a single peak."

"I even suspect that the Blood Slaughter's Three Children have all come!"

"It's too abnormal!"

Wu Wu Ma Kong transmitted his voice obscurely: "There might be a traitor within the sect... You also know the Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster's temper; he would never easily take risks. In such a targeted situation, he might not..."

"We still need to make plans early."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Li Qingyun's face remained unchanged, but he scolded severely via voice transmission.

"The Blood Slaughter's Three Children, Poison Zombie Child has appeared!"

In the distance, someone exclaimed, and the formation line visibly collapsed and rotted, with large groups of zombies pouring in from the breach.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 219 =====