Chapter 915: A bunch of old immortals.... Great Saint? It exploded!

Demonic Cultivators ah, utterly wicked Demonic Cultivators ah, they are the sort who kill and set fire at the slightest provocation, slaughter cities and wipe out clans, Demonic Cultivators ah.

But this bunch of ruthless, lawless Demonic Cultivators has already turned into startled birds.

Everywhere they looked, it seemed like there were traps; they stood frozen in place, and under the night wind's gusts, they only felt a shivering tremble.

Those below dared not move, and the six Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivators leading them had no good solution.

Until one Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivator inadvertently saw a corpse, then immediately scanned around— the corpses of the Demonic Cultivators who had fallen in the previous battle were still there.

In that moment, this Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivator seemed to think of something and immediately shouted.

"Step on the corpses and move forward."

Huh???

Hearing this, the Demonic Cultivators all froze, then their gazes all fell on the nearest corpse.

Stepping on their companions' corpses to advance— if it were any major sect, they probably couldn't do such a thing.

"Those are fellow sect brothers, after all— dead and yet still being stepped on underfoot?"

But who are they? They are Demonic Cultivators, a bunch of Demonic Cultivators lacking conscience.

Never mind stepping on companions' corpses— you could be killing your parents, and many here have done that.

A group of Demonic Cultivators who lack even basic human conscience naturally wouldn't care about these things.

So without the slightest hesitation, many Demonic Cultivators jumped onto their companions' corpses.

Thinking they had found a solution, the many Demonic Cultivators felt somewhat relieved— "I'm stepping on corpses; that should be fine, right?"

But the joy didn't last long— as the first corpse suddenly burst into a blaze of fire, followed quickly by many more corpses erupting in fire.

Seeing this, the Demonic Cultivators were utterly stunned— "Damn, are you devils? You don't even spare corpses?"

They are Demonic Cultivators, so stepping on corpses burdens them nothing— but you aren't Holy Land disciples, are you? You don't spare corpses either?

"Damn it, this bunch of despicable bastards."

"Not even sparing corpses, you beasts."

Again enveloped by the Talisman Seal and Formation Disk, the Demonic Cultivators could no longer hold back their angry shouts.

Within the Formation, Nangong Qing and the others heard the stream of shouts and curses, their faces growing complex.

"Senior Brother, are they cursing us?"

"I'm not deaf; I heard it."

"Do you think we've gone too far? After all, the dead are paramount."

Nangong Qing and the others, after all, were doing this for the first time, lacking experience, so they inevitably carried some psychological burden.

But Liu Shuang and the three girls beside her paid no heed at all; moreover, upon hearing Nangong Qing and the others' words, Lu Youyou spoke in a soft, sweet voice.

"What do Demonic Cultivators' corpses have to do with us?"

Huh???

"That makes some sense."

Once again ambushed, after great effort and a heavy price, the Demonic Cultivators finally arrived before the Formation.

Facing them, as before, were Nangong Qing and the others who had activated the secret art.

This time, everyone had experience, no nonsense— they directly began the secret art.

Watching them line up and each activate the secret art, with spiritual power surging around them, Nangong Qing and the others— the Demonic Cultivators who had struggled to reach this point— were stunned.

We haven't even started fighting, and you're already using the secret art? Do you still have any sense of reason?

For some unknown reason, just looking at Nangong Qing and the others caused the Demonic Cultivators' fighting spirit to continually dwindle.

There's basically no fight to be had— their secret art is practically being used as a regular technique, it's absurd.

Nevertheless, under the order of the leading Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivator, many Demonic Cultivators steeled themselves to launch an attack, and the battle situation reverted to how it was before.

The Demonic Cultivators surged forward in waves toward the gap in the Formation, while Nangong Qing and the others stood guard here, killing one for one, a pair for a pair.

One man holds the pass, ten thousand cannot break through— yet the Demonic Cultivators kept falling before the Formation.

"Do you think this move is still useful? Without the Formation, let's see how you fare."

They deliberately opened only a tiny gap, hoping to use the Formation to create advantageous terrain.

But if there were no Formation, then their Demonic Cultivator army could swarm in all at once— even if you had the secret art, could you really withstand such a simultaneous assault by so many?

Thinking of this, the Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivator wielding the Magic Emperor's Severed Finger did not delay, immediately preparing to act.

As for the other five Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivators, they cautiously guarded the surroundings.

After all, those few Old Stewards had not yet appeared; this bunch of old fogies were also of Shèngjìng cultivation, strong in strength, lest they suddenly intervene and ruin things— so these five Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivators took on the role of protecting the Dharma.

Just as the five Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivators were cautiously on guard, suddenly one of the Demonic Cultivators lashed out, slamming a palm toward the empty air.

"Still want to sneak attack? You're asking for death."

He had just sensed a fluctuation of spiritual energy, and without hesitation chose to attack.

In his view, it must be those old immortals who have arrived.

But as his strike landed, the palm print mysteriously vanished in midair; before this Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivator could think further, a sharp sword light flashed by.

Huh???

The moment that sword light appeared, it instantly gave him a chilling, creepy feeling.

Impossible— it hasn't been that long since we last saw them, yet those old immortals' strength has increased so much?

But upon a second look, damn, the newcomer wasn't those old immortals at all— it was a stunningly beautiful woman in white robes.

And the aura emanating from her was not Shèngjìng, but Great Saint Realm.

The newcomer wasn't those old immortals of the Shèngjìng realm, but a mysterious woman of the Great Saint Realm— damn, isn't this about to explode?

"Holy shit, a Great Saint............"

Immediately, that Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivator let out a strange cry, and the others also turned their gaze toward the suddenly appearing Bai Hua Xianzi.

Everyone frowned, why would a Great Saint appear? Where are those old things? People, where did they go?

The old man we were waiting for didn't come, but a Great Saint appeared instead—this round is over........

And it wasn't over yet; just as the Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivator holding the Magic Emperor's Severed Finger showed no reaction, a dagger appeared out of nowhere from the darkness and in the blink of an eye slit his throat.

"I.............."

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, and the whole person was just killed outright.

And the figure of Juéyǐng also emerged from the darkness, playing with that Magic Emperor's Severed Finger in his hand, and said with interest.

"Magic Emperor's Severed Finger, its aura is indeed extremely yin and cold."

"Huh???"

The other five Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivators seeing this were all dumbfounded, another mysterious Great Saint?

Moreover, the Magic Emperor's Severed Finger ended up in someone else's hand?

"This this this.............."

Before they could even act, the Magic Emperor's Severed Finger was gone—this is completely different from the plan; where did these two Great Saint women pop out from?

If they had known earlier that the Yunluo Holy Land had a Great Saint, they wouldn't have dared to attack so recklessly; they would have likely changed their plans already.