Chapter 1330: Xuanyu Crisis

"Are we finally going to take the initiative to strike?!"

Jian Changsheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately began to loosen his muscles, seemingly ready for a big fight.

Jiang Xiaohua sighed silently. Although he preferred staying in the dirt over fighting, this was, after all, to go see Chen Ling, so he finally stood up, uncoordinatedly mimicking Jian Changsheng's movements and stiffly warming up.

"Although we are taking the initiative to break through, the timing and direction are crucial."

Sun Bumian casually picked up a branch and drew on the ground. With just a few strokes, he outlined the general layout of the battlefield ahead.

"I've roughly observed the defensive layout of the Xuanyu Realm. It's clear that their commander is very good at defense; the entire defensive line has almost no flaws. This is good news for us because it means they are evenly dispersing the attention of the calamities in every direction."

"Next is to judge the offensive plan of the Falsehood Mountains."

"To be honest, this group of calamities has no strategic deployment to speak of. I can only combine the trends of good and bad fortune to roughly calculate an optimal breakthrough route... and it's right here."

Sun Bumian emphatically drew a route on the ground.

"This direction looks difficult to break through, but in fact, the terrain is flat, making it most suitable for attacking or breaking out. As long as we can find an opportunity to tear open a gap, there is a high possibility of penetrating the Falsehood Mountains' offensive deployment and reaching the depths of the Gray World."

Sun Bumian was, after all, a person who had lived for a thousand years and had personally experienced countless wars. Coupled with his expertise in seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster, judging such a simple battlefield situation was easy for him.

After thoroughly analyzing his views, he looked up at Jian Changsheng and his companion:

"That's my assessment... What do you think?"

Jian Changsheng and Jiang Xiaohua squatted on the ground, staring eagerly at Sun Bumian.

Sun Bumian: ...

"If you don't have any thoughts, at least you understand which direction to go, right?"

Jian Changsheng and Jiang Xiaohua blinked innocently.

"...My fault, I shouldn't have had expectations for two idiots who have been lost in the Gray World for half a year." Sun Bumian was speechless. "Follow me in a moment. Whichever direction I point, that's the direction you charge."

Jian Changsheng and Jiang Xiaohua nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

Sun Bumian turned to look at Jiang Xiaohua. "Meihua, continue to mask our auras. We'll go as far as we can... and when there's truly no chance to pass through, we'll fight our way out."

"Okay!"

……

*Boom—!!!*

A massive stone puppet descended from the sky, slamming heavily onto a calamity as agile as a squirrel. The terrifying power whipped up a hurricane that swept across the area, crushing the calamity into blood mist while sending all other calamities within a hundred meters flying!

The massive puppet dug its hands into the earth, forcibly pulling out a super stone pillar twice the size of its own body, and roared as it hurled it toward the rear of the calamity tide!

On the shoulder of this puppet, two sloppy, large characters were clearly visible:

—[Mountain Carrier].

The super stone pillar smashed through several calamities along the way. On both sides of the pillar, two equally massive afterimages streaked out.

One was carved with flame patterns all over its body, and the other carried a massive long blade. Both puppets exerted force simultaneously, their flames and blade light sweeping away a large area of calamities, clearing a vacuum zone for the entire battlefield and giving the Esoteric Sect figures trapped within a moment to breathe.

Those figures looked up to see a man in a robe with silver clouds embroidered on his cuffs standing in the air, with dozens of giant coffins floating in the void.

"It's Lord Tianhuai!!"

"Lord Tianhuai has made a move, we're saved!"

Joyful exclamations erupted from the battlefield, but Tianhuai's expression did not relax in the slightest. His eyes gazed gravely at the endless calamity figures surging in like ocean waves not far away...

He could feel that behind this group of calamities from the Falsehood Mountains, several calamities radiating terrifying Eighth-Rank auras were coveting this place from afar.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine..."

"Nine Eighth-Ranks. Is this the strength of the World-Ending Territory?"

Tianhuai muttered to himself.

You have to realize that the Xuanyu Realm currently only has three Eighth-Ranks in total.

The disparity in strength between the two sides was vast, but the Eighth-Rank combat power of the Falsehood Mountains didn't seem to be in a hurry to act. If it weren't for that, the Xuanyu Realm wouldn't be able to defend so steadily right now... This was a good thing in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Tianhuai and the high-level officials of the Xuanyu Realm, it was not necessarily so.

When things are abnormal, there must be a demon. They couldn't figure out what this group of calamities from the Falsehood Mountains was thinking, and that was the greatest threat to the Xuanyu Realm.

"Brother."

A figure arrived behind Tianhuai.

Hearing this voice, the gloom on Tianhuai's face finally dissipated slightly. He turned to look at Huaimang behind him, and seeing the haggard face of the youth, he couldn't help but frown:

"Didn't I tell you to get some more rest? Why are you here again??"

"Brother, I've rested enough!"

"Rested enough? Your ability is the most mentally taxing. You fought on the front lines all day, and you only just went back to sleep for two hours... Look at yourself now, do you look like you've rested enough??"

"Brother... I can't sleep." Huaimang's eyes were bloodshot. "This is the moment of life and death for the Xuanyu Realm, and I am the Young Sect Master of the Esoteric Sect... How could I let everyone fight on the front lines while I sleep in the back?"

"You..."

Tianhuai wanted to say more, but seeing Huaimang's stubborn eyes, he couldn't bring himself to be harsh.

He turned back and flicked his sleeves.

"Suit yourself... The battlefield is dangerous, I can't look after you at all times. You... take care of yourself."

"Mm!"

Huaimang didn't hesitate in the slightest, charging directly toward the direction with the most calamities!

After obtaining the Heavenly Star Position, Huaimang's strength had skyrocketed. In just half a year, his rank had reached the Sixth Rank. He plummeted straight into a tide of calamities, his silver-cloud sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Sensing the appearance of a human, the surrounding calamities reacted immediately, turning their direction to pounce on Huaimang.

Facing the large number of calamities surrounding him, Huaimang stood quietly in place, showing no intention of acting. His pupils merely narrowed. The next moment, it was as if some invisible existence had drawn a sword and swept across, and one calamity head after another detached from its body, rolling onto the ground with a thud.

Countless calamity corpses fell around Huaimang. In his vision, an old man holding a sword, also draped in a silver-cloud robe, stood atop the corpses.

But neither other humans nor calamities could see the existence of this old man...

Because he was just a personality Huaimang had imagined.

"Grandfather, kill them all."

Huaimang said in a low voice.

The old man holding the sword flew out, sharp sword light swirling through the tide of calamities, instantly carving out a bloody path...

Just then, a sudden change occurred!!

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There is one more chapter, a little later.