Sage of Humanity

The Haotian Alliance sprang into action, splitting their forces into three groups—one advancing and two flanking from the left and right sides. Thus, they were able to form a semi-encirclement.

They left a gap on purpose, firstly because circling to the rear was unrealistic, and secondly because they feared pushing too hard might provoke the enemy's fighting spirit. The basic principle of encircling three sides and leaving one open was well understood by everyone.

As movements began on this front, the cultivators from Ten Thousand Demons Ridge immediately noticed. However, they showed no intention of fleeing, but rather rubbed their hands in eagerness, preparing to redeem their previous shame.

With strategic troop placements, the forces from Ten Thousand Demons Ridge quickly formed a tight fighting formation, ready for battle.

The cultivators from the three divisions of the Haotian Alliance slowly reached their predetermined positions and quietly waited.

A dazzling pillar of light suddenly shot into the sky—it was Loo Yushan's Thunder Dragon Cannon—also serving as the signal. The moment the roaring sound erupted, thousands of Haotian Alliance cultivators charged forward in breathtaking might.

Magic and spells collided with weapon control in midair. The Haotian Alliance took the upper hand quickly due to their numerical superiority, though the advantage wasn't too drastic, it did bring a certain level of suppression to Ten Thousand Demons Ridge.

As time passed, and also partly by intentional retreat from Ten Thousand Demons Ridge, the encirclement began to tighten. The cultivators from both sides finally clashed, squad against squad, entangled in a fight difficult to disentangle.

Lu Ye and Hua Ci remained at the very back, not participating in the battle. They were waiting, waiting for a message.

If it indeed was a trap set up by Ten Thousand Demons Ridge, then the message should arrive soon.

While the cultivators from both sides were engaged in fierce combat, Lu Ye felt a twitch in his battlefield marking. He looked down to check and then nodded at Hua Ci, "It's our turn!"

His fourth senior brother had sent a message that three hundred thousand Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators, ambushed twenty miles away, had already moved out. It was clear they intended to strike while both groups were locked in battle, tearing through the Haotian Alliance's formation to join forces with their own cultivators.

By achieving a breakthrough on one front, Ten Thousand Demons Ridge could continuously enlarge their advantage and subsequently inflict heavy losses on the Haotian Alliance.

This was also why the attacked Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators appeared weak—a deliberate act, firstly because Haotian Alliance indeed had the numerical advantage and secondly to facilitate the unfolding of their next move without giving the Haotian Alliance any glimpses of hope.

Of course, the current situation was still uncertain whether they could make it in time…

Amid flickering light, Lu Ye and Hua Ci unfurled a pair of red and green wings at their backs and soared into the sky, quickly crossing the front lines to reach the central area where they silently hovered.

In a moment, many of the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators turned their gazes toward them. In a place where no one could fly, the sudden appearance of two Haotian Alliance cultivators flying up naturally drew much attention.

The people of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge immediately sensed something was wrong and attempted to attack Lu Ye and Hua Ci with flying weapons, but the weapons fell short before they could get close.

The enemy was flying too high.

Lu Ye drew his sword, channeling spirit force covertly, standing in front of Hua Ci. His task was simple: to ensure Hua Ci's safety while she executed her skills.

After sensing briefly, Hua Ci confirmed that the arrangement she had left here was effective and nodded, "It has begun!"

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving heavily, and then a verdant halo swept out in all directions, engulfing the majority of the battlefield in an instant.

Shouts of alarm immediately rose from below. As Hua Ci's technique took effect, many Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators realized something was wrong. The spirit force within their bodies suddenly became muddled, as if afflicted with symptoms of pill poison, causing many to experience a significant drop in strength in a very short time.

Under normal circumstances, such a condition might not have mattered much, but they were currently engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the Haotian Alliance cultivators.

What had been an evenly matched battle decisively tipped due to one side's sudden change in spirit force.

Within moments, screams and the sounds of blood and limbs being severed rose and fell below, as numerous Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators met their demise.

"It's that woman! Quickly, kill her!" shouted a seriously injured Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivator, who was then instantly beheaded by an enemy.

A soft whistle sounded as an arrow, not controlled by a weapon, shot upward from below. Someone wielding a bow-shaped Spiritual Artifact took aim and fired an arrow at Hua Ci.

However, this arrow was split in two by Lu Ye's sword before it could reach her.

Sss, sss, sss...

The archer below was skilled, his fingers moving continuously as one after another arrow chased them like shooting stars. Lu Ye wielded his longsword, repelling the incoming sharp arrows, numbing his wrists with each impact.

Seconds later, the bow-wielding cultivator was hacked into pieces by several Haotian Alliance members rushing over.

The green halo cascaded in waves, expanding outward. Hua Ci had set many layers here over many days, but never before had she continuously activated her abilities like this.

The number of participants in this battle was unprecedented, and she could only exert her full strength to resolve the fight quickly.

In just the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Hua Ci's face began to pale. At a certain moment, she softly gasped, "Lu Ye!"

Lu Ye quickly turned around, embraced Hua Ci's waist, and with her in tow, they dashed toward the edge of the battlefield. Their flaming red wings flapped, and they instantly escaped from the combat zone.

Hua Ci was not seriously harmed, only exhausted. Her spirit force was nearly depleted. However, before she left, Ten Thousand Demons Ridge had already begun to collapse.

The site initially gathered eight hundred cultivators, only two hundred fewer than the Haotian Alliance, but now the gap had widened beyond five hundred. It was evident how dreadful the losses of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators had been in just a short time.

The surviving cultivators hastily fled through a gap towards the rear. At this moment, the speed of escape was crucial. It wasn't necessary to be faster than the enemy, being faster than one's comrades sufficed. The Haotian Alliance wouldn't pursue them to total annihilation; there would always be some who slipped through the net.

An incense stick's time later, the battlefield was littered with corpses, and the air was thick with the stench of blood. Less than a hundred of the thousand Haotian Alliance cultivators had fallen. The cultivators regrouped, not chasing those who had fled but instead turning their direction towards the central region of the provincial state.

In that direction, a force of three hundred Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators was rushing to provide support. Earlier, they had received intelligence that the Haotian Alliance had taken the bait and was engaged in fierce combat with their forces, prompting them to hurry to the scene.

Twenty miles, with their pace, they were soon close to the battlefield. However, when they looked up, they saw no comrades, only a horde of frenzied Haotian Alliance cultivators charging towards them.

The three hundred Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators were stunned.

Where were their eight hundred comrades?

Only now did they receive the information from those who had escaped. Of the eight hundred, only over two hundred remained alive and were still fleeing. They were told to also run quickly.

The supporting cultivators were nearly spitting blood in anger. This battle was a trap they had set. If the Haotian Alliance dared to enter, they were supposed to suffer. However, the eight hundred men had been routed without much resistance, displaying utter incompetence.

While they wanted to kill those who fled, they knew the grimness of their own situation. Although all of them were from the inner circle with higher cultivation, they couldn't utilize their strength advantage here; numbers were the key to victory!

Three hundred against nine hundred; even a fool would know they couldn't win.

Thus, without a moment's hesitation, the three hundred cultivators who were rushing to the battlefield immediately turned around to flee.

They didn't need to escape too far, just a few dozen miles. The Haotian Alliance's forces couldn't pursue them further because the deeper they went, the stronger the cultivators could become. Most of the pursuers from the Haotian Alliance were low-level cultivators, pursuing them would be tantamount to suicide.

However, they had not gotten far when suddenly a massive formation roared into existence, enveloping them. The formation's lethality wasn't extremely strong, but its power weighed down their bodies, making their movements sluggish.

In great alarm, the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators looked around and saw a petite female cultivator standing on a large tree, smiling as she watched them. In her hand, an array disc emitted a dazzling light.

"Feng Yuechan!" someone exclaimed, their face turning pale.

One Feng Yuechan was not enough to terrify them, but wherever she appeared, Li Baxian was definitely somewhere close, along with a group of other powerful Haotian Alliance cultivators.

Sure enough, a low shout rang out, "Sword Array!"

As the words fell, the formation burst forth with streams of sword light, slicing back and forth, drawing trails of blood.

This formation, jointly established by Feng Yuechan and Li Baxian, was hastily formed, and while not very powerful, Li Baxian had integrated all his flying swords into it, significantly increasing the formation's lethality.

Suddenly, more than thirty Haotian Alliance cultivators appeared out of nowhere, displaying their abilities to their fullest, greatly delaying the escape of the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators.

With a rumbling sound, nine hundred Haotian Alliance cultivators were hot on their heels. Seeing this, the cultivators trapped within the big array showed faces of despair.

The zipping sounds of magic and spells enveloped the formation, and someone suddenly laughed loudly: "I killed a Level 9 Heaven! Hahaha, I've made it big today!"

The killer was merely a Level 7 cultivator, far below a Level 9 Heaven in terms of the number of spiritual orifices—almost two hundred in disparity. Normally, such a powerful adversary would be beyond his capability, yet in this peculiar situation, defeating the strong as the weak became reality.

A Level 9 Heaven, certainly a governor from a big sect's Core Circle, would never have imagined dying at the hands of such a weakling. Your next chapter is on My Virtual Library Empire

It wasn't just one powerful individual being killed by weaker ones. Many of the three hundred from Ten Thousand Demons Ridge who had mastered Heaven Rank techniques were seeing their life forces wane one by one. The Haotian Alliance low-level cultivators might realize to their astonishment that their merit had suddenly spiked by dozens of points.

Seizing the favorable situation, Li Baxian raised his arm and shouted, "Men, it's time for revenge!"

Saying so, he was the first to raise his sword and charge forward, with other fierce-eyed, murderous cultivators following him closely.

They had been stifled for too long, and now, they could finally unleash their fury.