Chapter 907: Are they even more ruthless than us?

Everyone knows that the Three Holy Lands are now just an empty shell, and many strong cultivators have already gone to Tianhong Guan.

Those left to guard the Holy Lands are at most a few elderly, weak, sick, and disabled.

But damn it, what are they relying on? Facing so many demonic cultivators, these guys still have the mood to eat?

"Hmph, it's just a last meal before execution—kill."

"Kill!"

As the six leading Saint Realm demonic cultivators gave the order, numerous demonic cultivators launched an attack on the Holy Lands' grand formation.

Yet even so, Nangong Qing and the others were still stuffing their mouths with food, as if they weren't the slightest bit anxious.

"Do you say these demonic cultivators can break the Holy Lands' formation?"

"With their own strength, it's naturally impossible."

The formation of Yunluo Holy Land is naturally not low in grade, and although these demonic cultivators are many in number, they don't even have a single Great Saint cultivator among them.

Even with over a hundred thousand people, wanting to rely solely on their own strength to solve Yunluo Holy Land's formation is unrealistic.

Unless they attack nonstop for several months, but by then reinforcements would likely have arrived.

But things couldn't be that simple; demonic cultivators aren't fools—if they lacked a means to break the Holy Lands' formation, how could they possibly come to attack Yunluo Holy Land?

Nangong Qing and the others had already guessed this.

Seeing Nangong Qing and the others inside the formation acting nonchalant, the demonic cultivators grew ever more furious, and their attacks increased considerably.

Yet these attacks striking the Holy Lands' formation produced no noticeable effect.

Until the leading Saint Realm demonic cultivator produced a severed finger.

As soon as the severed finger appeared, it instantly emitted a towering demonic aura; just a single severed finger made people feel a chill down their spines.

"Demonic Emperor............."

Looking at that severed finger, Nangong Qing and the others all slightly frowned.

Indeed, they were prepared, but this Demonic Emperor Severed Finger is likely one of the few hidden trump cards these demonic cultivators have.

In the past, Zhongzhou's demonic cultivators did indeed enjoy a period of glory.

At that time, the demonic cultivators were actually fully capable of standing equal to the various sects.

Consequently a great war broke out; as for the result, needless to say, the demonic cultivators suffered a crushing defeat.

Although the various sects also paid a considerable price, after that battle the top experts of the demonic cultivators were nearly wiped out.

Demonic Emperors, Great Saint demonic cultivators, became the primary targets of the Holy Lands.

They spared no expense in slaying the multitude of Demonic Emperors.

It was also from that battle onward that the demonic cultivators never recovered, and combined with the various sects' frenzied encirclement and suppression, this led to the demonic cultivators' present miserable state.

"You think having the Holy Lands' formation can protect you? Foolish."

After producing the Demonic Emperor Severed Finger, that Saint Realm demonic cultivator sneered and said.

In his view, the reason Nangong Qing and the others are so calm is nothing but reliance on the Holy Lands' formation.

He believes they have no way to break this Holy Lands' formation.

But now? Without the Holy Lands' formation, what do they have left to oppose so many demonic cultivators?

As if already seeing the scene of slaying Nangong Qing and the others, that Saint Realm demonic cultivator immediately prepared to unleash the Demonic Emperor Severed Finger.

But just then, Nangong Qing and the others had just finished the food in their bowls, and smiled.

"Fellow junior brothers, it's time to act."

"That's what Senior Brother said."

"According to the previous plan."

Speaking, they exchanged glances, and Nangong Qing also took out a formation disk—this is the disk that controls the Holy Lands' formation.

Seeing this, that Saint Realm demonic cultivator blinked, wondering what this meant? Wanting to surrender? Or to strengthen the formation?

However, no matter how much you strengthen it, it's meaningless; I, with the Demonic Emperor Severed Finger in hand, will surely break your Holy Lands' great formation.

Thinking this, that Saint Realm demonic cultivator became confident once more.

However, just as he was secretly pleased, Nangong Qing, via the formation disk, actually opened a small gap in the formation.

"Huh???"

Seeing the formation opened a gap, numerous demonic cultivators were stunned.

What does this mean? Luring the wolf into the house?

They, hundreds of thousands of demonic cultivators, were worrying how to breach the formation, yet you simply opened it yourself?

Not to mention ordinary demonic cultivators, even the six leading Saint Realm demonic cultivators are now completely bewildered.

"What does this mean?"

"What should we do now?"

"Never mind what it means; since they're seeking death themselves, let's charge in."

Although we don't understand what trick Yunluo Holy Land is up to, if we can kill our way into Yunluo Holy Land without using the Demonic Emperor Severed Finger, that would naturally be a good thing.

After all, these demonic cultivators' remaining trump cards are indeed few; using one means losing one.

"Charge in."

Immediately, that Saint Realm demonic cultivator no longer rushed to use the Demonic Emperor Severed Finger, but instead commanded the many demonic cultivators to charge into the formation.

Upon hearing this, numerous demonic cultivators rushed toward the gap, while Nangong Qing and the others had already taken position, blocking the gap.

This was also planned beforehand; with too few people, we couldn't directly go out and fight to the death with these demonic cultivators, so creating a favorable terrain is naturally the best choice.

It's like fighting in a valley, which often results in a situation where one man holds the pass against ten thousand.

"Kill."

As the numerous demonic cultivators surged forward, Nangong Qing and the others also struck directly, mercilessly slaying the demonic cultivators rushing up.

Because the gap is only this big, even if there are over a hundred thousand Demonic Cultivators, it's impossible for them to launch an attack all at once.

And the Demonic Cultivators charging at the front were instantly slain by Nangong Qing and the others.

Honestly, these Demonic Cultivators are really miserable.

Year-round lacking cultivation resources, their cultivation difficulty has practically doubled.

To break through even a minor realm, one doesn't know how much effort would be required.

Moreover, speaking of combat power, merely reaching the average level of the same rank is already not bad.

And Nangong Qing and the others are all Inner Disciples of the Yunluo Holy Land; saying they are invincible among peers is practically true.

Therefore, these Demonic Cultivators have no good way against Nangong Qing and the others.

Most importantly, their numerical advantage simply cannot be exerted now.

After several waves of Demonic Cultivators were slain by Nangong Qing and the others, the faces of those behind also changed.

"No way, these people's combat power............."

"They seem to be Inner Disciples of the Yunluo Holy Land."

"Inner Disciples? How is that possible? How could Inner Disciples possibly stay in the holy land?"

"What should we do now?"

Only now have the Demonic Cultivators recognized the identities of Nangong Qing and the others; damn, how are we supposed to deal with this bunch of Inner Disciples?

Could it be that they've been schemed against by the Yunluo Holy Land?

But that's impossible; if the Yunluo Holy Land had prepared earlier, they would have acted long ago, and wouldn't let them run wild here.

But regardless, the combat power of Nangong Qing and the others indeed caused many Demonic Cultivators to involuntarily feel a chill in their hearts, and their fighting spirit also unconsciously waned somewhat.

After all, watching their companions go up and get killed in just a few blows will definitely hurt morale.