Chapter 1099: The Attack of a Spirit Transformation Stage Cultivator

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Swish~

A moment later.

Over a dozen figures descended first.

Simultaneously, they attacked the four of them.

A flash of Golden Light appeared in Wang Jianqiang's eyes.

Dense, strange runes shot out from his eyes, entangling with each other and condensing into over a dozen small golden swords that shot toward those dozen figures.

The expressions of those dozen figures changed.

Before they could even react, the small swords had already drilled into the centers of their brows.

The next moment.

The gazes of those dozen Sea Clan Cultivators simultaneously became unfocused.

They fell powerlessly toward the ground.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for slaying a Spirit Transformation Stage Perfection (Sixth Level Artistic Conception) Cultivator, Primordial Spirit Origin Fragment +4, Artistic Conception Origin Fragment +6."

Over a dozen system notification sounds rang out in his mind one after another.

Wang Jianqiang did not pay attention to the system's notification sounds.

Because just as he slew those dozen Sea Clan Cultivators, the main force of over a thousand Sea Clan Cultivators charging toward them had already approached.

"Cannot let them form a combined attack formation!"

Wang Jianqiang looked around and shouted in a low, deep voice.

Over a thousand Sixth Level Artistic Conception Cultivators and ten Seventh Level Artistic Conception Cultivators, if they had the time and leisure to form a combined attack.

The power would be so great...

It would be enough to threaten a Ninth Level Artistic Conception Cultivator.

Only by disrupting them and preventing them from uniting as one could they be stopped from forming a combined attack formation.

Hearing Wang Jianqiang's warning, Wen Ya, Long Er, and Liu Yanran charged out without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, they rushed into the crowd.

Wen Ya's long ice-crystal hair fluttered, and streaks of Cold Dance followed her movements, dancing and weaving around her body as if they possessed spirituality.

Under the eruption of her terrifying Ice Artistic Conception.

Wherever Cold Dance passed, figures were frozen into ice sculptures.

Long Er erupted with powerful strength in every gesture; figures were blasted apart, their Nascent Souls fleeing in panic.

Liu Yanran moved as if dancing among flowers, every movement revealing an indescribable elegance and beauty, yet within this elegance and beauty lay hidden lethal murderous intent.

She severed the bodies of one Sea Clan Cultivator after another.

The three women charged and killed in the front, while Wang Jianqiang followed behind them.

Golden Light surged within his eyes.

As his palms waved, ice sculptures were destroyed one by one, and the Cultivators frozen within them perished accordingly.

As his gaze flickered, tens of thousands of strange runes emerged, transforming into Flying Swords that pierced through the Nascent Souls fleeing in escape.

He was harvesting "heads" with effortless ease.

In his mind, the system's notification sounds had not ceased for a moment.

In just a short while, the number of Sea Clan Cultivators who had died at Wang Jianqiang's hands had already reached nearly a hundred.

"Careful!"

"Their Intent Power has already reached Level 8!"

In the crowd, one Seventh Level Artistic Conception Cultivator paused, no longer charging toward the four.

Instead, their figure rose rapidly.

"We cannot fight on our own anymore; if this continues, we will only be picked off one by one!"

"Everyone, gather toward me."

As the voice of this Seventh Level Artistic Conception Cultivator fell, nine figures flew over in the blink of an eye.

These nine Sea Clan Cultivators were precisely the other nine Seventh Level Artistic Conception Cultivators besides him.

As the ten Seventh Level Artistic Conception Sea Clan members gathered together, figures all around were rapidly approaching them.

Seeing this scene, Wang Jianqiang frowned, "Ignore them, speed up the slaughter."

Upon hearing this, Wen Ya, Long Er, and Liu Yanran.

Immediately focused their minds, putting all their energy into the Sea Clan Cultivators before them.

They continuously crippled Sea Clan Cultivators, leaving them for Wang Jianqiang to finish off.

When they had killed several dozen more Sea Clan Cultivators, the remaining Sea Clan Cultivators had already gathered together.

The Sea Clan force that had originally exceeded a thousand people.

After this short moment of slaughter, there were actually fewer than nine hundred left!

The ten Seventh Level Artistic Conception Sea Clan Cultivators looked around, their expressions turning gloomy.

"Attack together!"

A Level 7 Artistic Conception Cultivator shouted in a deep voice.

The moment the words left their mouth.

The power on everyone's bodies surged in unison.

Seeing this scene, Wen Ya, Long Er, and Liu Yanran wore grave expressions.

"Daoist Friend Wang, their combined attack formation is complete."

"I fear we must reveal our full strength, otherwise it will be hard to resist!"

Liu Yanran's expression was grave, her voice transmitted into Wang Jianqiang's mind.

Wang Jianqiang did not respond.

A ray of light suddenly erupted from within his eyes.

Endless uprising runes emerged, transforming into dozens of small Flying Swords.

As if shuttling through space, they instantly submerged into the bodies of the Sea Clan Cultivators one by one.

Those Sea Clan Cultivators struck by the small swords, without exception, had their Souls dissipate entirely and perished on the spot.

Among them were two Level 7 Artistic Conception Cultivators!

Sensing this scene.

All the Sea Clan Cultivators were startled, and the power they had gathered faltered.

They retreated subconsciously.

The combined attack formation dissipated instantly.

Taking advantage of the moment these Sea Clan Cultivators were shaken by the sudden fall of their companions, Wang Jianqiang's figure flashed.

Transforming into a stream of light, he charged into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

As five-colored Spirit Light flashed, Sea Clan Cultivators fell one after another.

The ranks of the Sea Clan Cultivators immediately became chaotic.

Seeing this, Wen Ya, Long Er, and Liu Yanran's beautiful eyes lit up.

Their figures flashed.

They quickly charged into the battlefield.

The chaotic battle began once more.

Unable to form a combined attack, the group of Sea Clan Cultivators, whose strongest were only at Level 7 Artistic Conception, had no ability to resist against the four "pseudo-Level 8 Artistic Conception" Cultivators: Wang Jianqiang, Wen Ya, Long Er, and Liu Yanran.

In just a short moment of fighting, over a hundred more people had fallen.

"Hm, they are actually Level 8 Artistic Conception Cultivators!"

In the air, that Sea Giant Void Refinement Stage Cultivator who had mobilized over a thousand Sea Clan Level 6 Artistic Conception and ten Level 7 Artistic Conception Cultivators to surround and attack Wang Jianqiang and the others, while in the gaps of battling the Youzhou Void Refinement Stage Cultivators, inadvertently swept across a corner of the battlefield and was momentarily stunned.

He had not previously placed those four Youzhou Spirit Transformation Stage Cultivators in his eyes.

He had not carefully checked the four's cultivation.

In his view, among the Youzhou side's team, the strongest Spirit Transformation Stage Cultivator should only be at Level 7 Artistic Conception.

He did not expect...

These four were actually Level 8 Artistic Conception Cultivators!

"Heh, to dare to send Level 8 Artistic Conception seeds of the Great Vehicle into the battlefield, it seems this Youzhou is truly at its wit's end."

He sneered, pointing his finger downward.

An invisible finger force broke through the air.

It headed straight for the place where Wang Jianqiang and the four were located.

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