Chapter 211: Chaotic Battle

This is bad, Senior Brother, the Returnees seem to have received elite reinforcements; the altar side can no longer hold.

What!

Already so fast?

Hearing the disciples' voices outside, everyone in the main hall sprang to their feet and exchanged glances; the Chief of Dharma Hall said resolutely, "We can't hesitate. Either we strike out now or wait for them to come to the gate; there is no other option!"

But even Elder Jian Kong…

Then contact the other sects; although we at Great Cloud Temple are leading the formation this time, they can't just send a few outer disciples—it's time to put in some effort!

Exactly, besides hunting the Returnees, they haven't mobilized a single elder‑ranked expert; we can't be perfunctory any longer!

Yes, the Elder Machine has already been sacrificed, so the altar outside the city surely can't be held; the one inside the city cannot afford any loss!

After a cacophonous discussion, they finally decided to send someone to inform the other sects in Capital City to reinforce the altar, while they would go to the altar first to hold back the Returnees and buy time.

When the Chief of Dharma Hall led the senior staff of the Capital City garrison and a group of monks to the altar's outskirts, the players' party was locked in melee with the altar's guardian disciples.

The news that the core treasure had been successfully intercepted outside the city reached Cheng Jin; the players, accompanied by the Capital City soldiers, gave up kite‑flying and all gathered at the altar.

Thus, in terms of numbers, the altar's guardian disciples are completely outmatched; the reason they haven't fallen yet is thanks to the Capital City soldiers.

Under the General's leadership, these soldiers gathered around the altar; although they didn't join the front lines directly, they deterred the players from the other side, splitting the players' party into two groups, one of which faced them under Chen Shicheng's command.

Chen Shicheng was also helpless; wielding the aura of victory, the players seemed a bit overconfident.

When he arrived, a group of players were shouting to storm the Imperial Palace and liberate the Earth Immortal Realm's poor. If he hadn't slammed a Blade Fang into the ground, creating a slash across the battlefield that stopped the charging players, they might have been taught by the General's soldiers what a lone wanderer and a army are.

Of course, while suppressing the players and army on this side, he didn't forget the battlefield on the other side.

Whenever someone is in danger, he casually swings a Blade Fang to eliminate the opposing cultivator; thanks to this two‑sided approach, the players behind him lower their flags and temporarily obey his orders.

So tired.

After finally calming the agitated players, Chen Shicheng gave the General on the other side a barely perceptible nod, thanking him for sparing those clueless players.

The General received the gratitude; the corner of his mouth under the helmet twitched upward in response.

However, this peaceful scene was soon shattered by the arrival of the Great Cloud Temple troops.

As reinforcements, while they joined the battle on the other side, the players here fell into disadvantage; two players were promptly sent back to the revival point before Chen Shicheng could rescue them. Moreover, besides Great Cloud Temple's reinforcements, members of other sects also rushed over.

Although the arrivals were low‑level disciples, unable to turn the tide, the Chief of Dharma Hall, now free of duties, had room to act; the players' casualties grew again, and the front line retreated beyond the altar.

"Damn, should've known not to come back alone!"

Chen Shicheng repeatedly warned the players behind him to merely hold the line against the opposing army and never, after acting, flash into the battlefield's center and casually swing a Blade Fang to slay two monks shouting "Exterminate Demons, Guard the Dao."

The native cultivators, who had witnessed a single strike split the battlefield, quickly pushed the nearby players aside, their faces grim as they watched Chen Shicheng suddenly appear and defend with full force, fearing the next blow might hit them.

But that was useless; Chen Shicheng isn't limited to one‑on‑one kills—he's a master of formations! The moment the native cultivators' formation contracted, he immediately activated the Demon‑slaying Immortal Formation, enveloping everyone within a hundred meters.

Spiritual qi surged, and the sky above filled instantly with dense Blade Fang shafts, which then fell like rain, cutting toward the native cultivators ahead with a fierce aura.

However, Chen Shicheng deliberately controlled where the Blade Fang struck; in that wave, all the dead were Great Cloud Temple monks, while other sects' cultivators were left limbless, and a few unlucky ones suffered instant death—just a fate they were destined to meet.

It's not that he's discriminating; Great Cloud Temple, as the main force against the players, is clearly relentless, whereas the other sects clearly don't wish to make a mortal feud with the players and are holding back.

The reinforcements this time are also ordinary disciples, and none of them have even reached the Golden Core Stage.

For the sake of future public‑beta players being able to play peacefully, he has been worrying himself to death. Amid the screams after the Blade Fang fell, the once tightly packed native cultivators were thrown into chaos.

"Target all attacks at the monks; I'll handle the other natives!" Chen Shicheng shouted loudly as the lone players behind him tried to beat a downed dog.

The lone players didn't know his purpose, but as the strongest and highest‑contributing boss on the field, the players involuntarily obeyed his command.

Thus, while the enemy was in disarray, spells, darts, hidden weapons, Bow and Arrow all flew out, targeting Great Cloud Temple monks one by one; in an instant, after a wave of Blade Fang baptism, the native formation suffered heavy casualties and retreated step by step.

The lone players immediately seized the chance, their expressions excited as they pressed forward.

Among all those charging, Chen Shicheng was at the front; he hadn't killed many, yet he was the busiest, continuously refining Great Cloud Temple monks into revenant spirits, and directing those spirits to beat non‑Great Cloud Temple cultivators to the brink, then piling them together.

Soon, the mound of wounded formed a bizarre sight in the battlefield.

Of course, this approach was risky; the one active at the front naturally took the most damage.

He could still deflect ordinary spells and Physical attacks with the Golden Light Spell's invincible Defense Power, but some Great Cloud Temple experts broke through the spell's defense, leaving horrific wounds on him.

Fortunately, behind Chen Shicheng were several support staff; their Healing Skill levels were low, but sheer numbers kept his wounds stabilized at an acceptable level. (End of Chapter)