Chapter 909: Is this Mìfǎ fake?

After Ye Zhangqing's reminder, Nangong Qing and the others finally remembered to activate the Mìfǎ.

As direct disciples of the Holy Land, Nangong Qing and the others naturally had studied the Mìfǎ, and its grade was not low, and they knew more than one.

However, in the past the Mìfǎ were always used as a trump card.

After all, the side effects were no joke; this time facing over a hundred thousand Demonic Cultivators' attack, everyone clearly knew the battle couldn't end in an instant.

So from the start until now, they dared not use the Mìfǎ.

They feared that once the Mìfǎ's side effects occurred, it would truly be over.

But now, Nangong Qing gritted his teeth and immediately activated the Mìfǎ, his aura beginning to surge.

Seeing this, the other senior brothers also began to activate the Mìfǎ one after another.

Originally facing the immense pressure of numerous Demonic Cultivators, with the Mìfǎ's support it instantly weakened considerably.

After all, their combat strength had increased.

But seeing this scene, the Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivator who was fiercely battling several old Stewards was not startled but delighted, and sneered.

"Foolish, seeking your own death."

Activating the Mìfǎ is good, but don't look at how Nangong Qing and the others are now vigorous and lively, as if they've killed all the Demonic Cultivators without losing any spirit.

But all this is obtained by exchanging the Mìfǎ; once the Mìfǎ's side effects arrive, these people will be nothing but fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

They don't even need to lift a finger; it's estimated that the Mìfǎ's side effects could directly take their lives.

Not only did the Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivator notice this, but many other Demonic Cultivators also understood.

So for a moment, the Demonic Cultivators also weren't rushing to attack; they were just buying time, waiting for the Mìfǎ's side effects to descend, then this battle would be secured.

Watching Nangong Qing and the others follow his words and activate the Mìfǎ, Ye Zhangqing nodded and continued to prepare spiritual food.

To maintain the Mìfǎ and maximally suppress the arrival of side effects, the required amount of spiritual food is not small.

Ye Zhangqing was also unstinting, directly taking out King-level savage beast ingredients to begin preparation.

The effect of King-level savage beast is better.

Thus, as time passed, with Ye Zhangqing's spiritual food supporting them, Nangong Qing and the others also completely lost their worries.

Moreover, there was only one feeling in their hearts: exhilarating, truly damn exhilarating.

They could unleash the Mìfǎ without any reservation, and felt no side effects at all; this battle was truly exhilarating.

Compared to the ever-braver Nangong Qing and the others, many Demonic Cultivators at this moment began to doubt life.

Each of them filled their eyes with suspicion, gazing doubtfully at the gap in the Formation, while Nangong Qing and the others remained vigorous and lively, showing no sign of weakness, they murmured.

"This shouldn't be; how can the Mìfǎ last this long?"

"I also noticed something's off; it's been almost half a Shíchén, right?"

"Pretty much."

"But why is there no reaction at all?"

"After all, it's a Holy Land Mìfǎ; perhaps its duration is longer."

Something felt off, yet the Demonic Cultivators still thought it was because the Holy Land Mìfǎ was of high grade, so its duration was longer.

Thinking this way, the Demonic Cultivators also temporarily put their minds at ease.

No matter how high the grade of your Mìfǎ, as long as it's a Mìfǎ, you always have a limit, and there will always be a time you can't persist.

If half a Shíchén isn't enough, then a full Shíchén; I don't believe you can keep going forever.

Thinking this, the Demonic Cultivators continued to stall together with Nangong Qing and the others.

However, to put some pressure on Nangong Qing and the others, the Demonic Cultivators weren't completely refraining from attacking; otherwise, with no pressure, they would just give the Mìfǎ free rein, and what point would that be?

Thus both sides appeared to be fighting lukewarmly; the Demonic Cultivators' sole purpose was to delay time, to delay until the Mìfǎ's side effects erupted.

But this idea, as time passed, became increasingly strange.

After one Shíchén.

"One Shíchén has passed, still nothing?"

"After all, it's a Holy Land Mìfǎ; just wait a bit longer."

After one and a half Shíchén.

"Another half Shíchén has passed."

"After all, it's a Holy Land Mìfǎ; just hold on a bit longer."

After two Shíchén.

"Two Shíchén have passed."

"After all, it's a Holy Land Mìfǎ; hold on, they'll be done for soon."

After three Shíchén.

"This damn thing is a fake Mìfǎ, huh?"

"After all, it's a Holy Land Mìfǎ..."

"Go to hell, what Mìfǎ can last three Shíchén? I can barely hold on without using a Mìfǎ, yet they can with it?"

"This............."

After a full three Shíchén of fierce battle, many Demonic Cultivators literally began to doubt life.

They fought fiercely for three Shíchén without ever withdrawing the Mìfǎ; how did they manage to persist?

Damn, does the Yunluo Holy Land's Mìfǎ have no side effects?

But this is obviously impossible; a Mìfǎ without side effects wouldn't be called a Mìfǎ—it would just be a technique.

Completely unable to grasp what's happening now, but regardless of the situation, the Demonic Cultivators right now have utterly lost their spirit.

They originally intended to wear down Nangong Qing and the others, but now it seems that even when those people activate the Mìfǎ, they're a bit hard to wear down.

Don't let it happen that Nangong Qing and the others aren't worn out, but instead they end up being the ones worn out.

The fierce battle lasting three Shíchén, meant to keep pressuring Nangong Qing and the others, yet many Demonic Cultivators were slain, ah.

As for Nangong Qing and the others, they're completely fine, not a single thing wrong, their aura shows no sign of weakening—you're telling me this is Mìfǎ?

Let alone ordinary Demonic Cultivators, even the six leading Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivators now have their eyes wide open.

「How is that possible? 」

「Three Shíchén, how could they hold out like this? 」

「It's really weird, ah. 」

Today, the people from Yunluo Holy Land give them just one feeling: weird, ah.

Mìfǎ has no side effects—this damn isn't a joke, is it?

If Yunluo Holy Land really developed a side‑effect‑free Mìfǎ, then damn they'd have already unified Zhongzhou.

But despite the three Shíchén of fierce battle, they showed not the slightest reaction, ah.

Their hand‑up, blade‑down stance showed not the slightest change.

The Demonic Cultivators' side began to doubt their path, yet the great battle continued.

Meanwhile, inside Tianhong Guan, a great battle likewise broke out.

But to many cultivators, such a great battle had long become routine.

The Undying Race never retreated; from start to finish they maintained an immortal, unyielding stance.

In response, the Human Race naturally could only see it through to the end.

This time, the opponent facing Dao Yi Shengdi is the Undying Holy Land; there's no choice—the Blood Refining Holy Land and the Withered Ghost Holy Land have already been wrecked.

Whenever Dao Yi Shengdi is brought up, they just spout nonsense—mouthing 'heavenly counter' one moment, 'despicable' the next.

Right now, the two Holy Lands basically have no courage to fight Dao Yi Shengdi, so they can only let the Undying Holy Land step up.

Looking at it, this is also the last Holy Land of the Undying Race; if it gets wrecked by Dao Yi Shengdi too, then the fate of the Undying Race........

「Are these guys playing a wheel battle? 」

「Exactly, they keep swapping opponents left and right. 」

Facing the Undying Holy Land, the disciples of Dao Yi Shengdi also complained resentfully.

From the start of the battle till now, they've already gone through each of the Undying Race's three Holy Lands.