The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

On the ground.

Ye Feng was watching the battle.

Sword Saint Yuexi stood by, continuously expressing her astonishment.

"Sect Master Ye, your sect's disciples coordinate flawlessly in battle, their top combat power is strong, and there are hardly any weaknesses. Plus, with Yan Ruyu who can heal everyone, if this continues, you will certainly sweep through the Myriad Clans' clansmen."

In her view, the disciples of the Misty Sect were perfect.

Though these individuals appeared very young, they possessed high cultivation levels, solid foundations, good tactics, and strong Divine Skills.

Together, they were invincible.

"No, they will die in battle, then come back again."

Ye Feng, however, shook his head.

"What?" Sword Saint Yuexi was stunned.

Die in battle?

How could that be?

The disciples of the Misty Sect were clearly at an advantage; as long as they maintained it, they could definitely annihilate the Myriad Clans' clansmen.

Why would Ye Feng still say such a thing?

"Just watch and you'll understand."

Ye Feng shook his head and pointed ahead.

Sword Saint Yuexi said no more.

She quietly held her sword and watched the battlefield.

"Ruthless Sword Slash!"

Huo Yunjie drew his sword and slashed, his whole body emanating the cold, ruthless Sword Intent that enveloped this void, wrapping dozens of Myriad Clans' clansmen in it, instantly rendering them powerless.

Slash!

Baixue Ding and Lin Yuyan took the opportunity to deliver the finishing blows.

In the blink of an eye, dozens more Myriad Clans' clansmen fell.

In another battle group.

Mo Ying faced many enemies alone, with her left hand forming incantations and her right tightly gripping the Spirit Sword, continuously thrusting, the surrounding space filled densely with sword shadows engulfing the nearby void.

Wherever it passed.

All Myriad Clans' clansmen were pierced through.

"Dragon Battles in the Wild!"

Long Tianxing closely followed, using his powerful physical body to shatter the Myriad Clans' clansmen pierced by Mo Ying.

"Vitality Sword!"

Qiao Jiaxi also charged over, accompanied by the Golden-Haired Little Squirrel, together they dealt with a large number of enemies.

At this stage.

Among all the disciples of the Misty Sect, Mo Ying stood alone at the top tier, with Huo Yunjie, Qiao Jiaxi, and Long Tianxing in the second tier, with the rest being disciples like Wang Ping'an and Shi Lei.

As for Chu Tianlan...

Strictly speaking, he was not considered a disciple.

As the former Heavenly Mandate of Tianlan Immortal Realm, he should have become an Elder of the Misty Sect, but instead, he became a Fifth Generation Disciple, and because of his high cultivation level, he did not participate in the battle.

Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

Watching his clansmen being slaughtered by the disciples of the Misty Sect, the tide of battle lost, the Chief of the Hunting Tribe was furious.

"How can this be?"

"We have gathered clansmen from multiple tribes, numbering tens of thousands, and yet we are still defeated!"

The Chiefs of the Mad Axe Tribe and Heaven Severing Tribe were both very frustrated.

"No matter, I can cause their death."

A cold voice sounded.

The Divine Sense of the Chief of the Hunting Tribe landed on a black ancient coffin covered with vine patterns on its surface, immediately recognizing it and felt overjoyed.

"Chief of the Demon Vine Tribe, have you awakened?"

The chiefs excitedly asked.

"Yes, I've just revived, I can give it my all, but Ye Feng is too strong, I almost stand no chance in a one-on-one fight,"

the Chief of the Demon Vine Tribe continued, "In my peak state, I can create a hundred thousand Demon Vine Tribespeople, although most have low cultivation levels, sweeping through the disciples of the Misty Sect would not be a problem."

"Good, then we'll rely on you."

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe and the others grew even more excited.

Bang!

The ancient coffin of the Chief of the Demon Vine Tribe suddenly trembled.

Ten drops of blood shot out.

They landed on the Myriad Clans Continent, leveraging the unique properties of this land, quickly swelled up, turning into ten vines, with surfaces producing numerous large fruits.

"What is that?"

Warriors from all regions noticed this scene.

"Be careful!"

Mo Ying sensed an unusual aura, promptly alerted everyone, and led Long Tianxing, Qiao Jiaxi, and others to retreat a hundred feet away, temporarily pulling back.

The battle between the two sides temporarily halted.

"One of their chieftains has revived."

Sword Saint Yuexi's beautiful brow furrowed, "Sect Master Ye, did you already know about this and that's why you said the disciples of the Misty Sect were bound to be defeated?"

"Hmm, yes."

Ye Feng nodded.

"Since that is the case, why not have them retreat?"

Sword Saint Yuexi questioned.

"There's no need to retreat. Even if they die in battle, they aren't truly dead—it'll serve as an incredibly realistic training experience. By shedding blood and sweat in regular training, we can avoid losing lives on the real battlefield in the future."

Ye Feng spoke with a profound meaning.

Sword Saint Yuexi grew even more perplexed.

Her Divine Sense swept over Mo Ying and the others, finding them incredibly real and not likely to be avatars or incarnations.

That is to say, they are their true bodies.

True bodies die on the battlefield, but their spirits live on—so, are they not truly dead?

Sword Saint Yuexi couldn't help but make such an assumption.

On the ground.

All ten vines ceased growing.

The fruits on their surfaces snapped open with a crack, turning into humanoid creatures that fell to the ground, and the shells that once enveloped them transformed into long spears.

These humanoid creatures appeared dark green.

Standing about a meter tall, their bodies covered in fine vines, their faces bore six eyes and a protruding mouth filled with sharp, saw-like teeth.

Crack! Crack!

All one hundred thousand fruits shattered.

More and more Demon Vine Tribe members manifested, totaling one hundred thousand.

"A hundred thousand army!"

"This is pure numerical oppression. The disciples of the Misty Sect can't possibly win, why aren't they retreating?"

"Are they embracing a resolute determination to die?"

Powerful figures from all realms clenched their fists.

They believed that the disciples of Misty Sect were a batch of promising young people and kept saying, "As long as the green hills are there, one need not worry about firewood." When facing an unbeatable enemy, retreating was the prudent choice.

To fight to the death would only sever hope.

"Gaga gaga!"

The Demon Vine Tribe's army, ferocious in momentum, along with the surviving members of the Hunting Tribe and other powerhouses, charged towards the disciples of the Misty Sect.

Thump thump thump!

Shi Lei, with heavy steps, moved to the forefront, flanked by core disciples such as Mo Ying, Qiao Jiaxi, Huo Yunjie, and Long Tianxing, all wearing determined expressions.

On the ground.

Shi Lei took a deep breath and transmitted:

"Dear junior brothers and sisters."

"We are not in our true bodies."

"But, we must consider ourselves as having descended in our true forms, treating this as the final battle of our lives!"

"Even when a lion fights a rabbit, it uses all its strength."

"As cultivators, the things we fear most are laxity, underestimating, and negligence. Facing a strong enemy, whether we are in our true bodies or avatars, we must be serious."

"No laughing or joking."

"This is not a game; this is war!"

"Kill!"

Shi Lei roared.

As the eldest senior brother, he was not the strongest, nor the most talented, but he was the most responsible.

After speaking, he charged forward.

His Ma Liang's Brush, transforming continuously in the void, drew countless swords, meteors, and puppets, turning into a torrent that became the vanguard, charging at the Myriad Clans' army.

"Go all out!"

"Kill one to break even, kill two to make a profit!"

"I'll take on ten!"

The disciples' morale soared, unreservedly unleashing the most powerful forces within themselves, charging ahead.

A breathtaking battle erupted anew.

In an instant.

Dozens of Misty Sect disciples were surrounded and speared to death by countless Demon Vine Tribespeople, their bodies collapsing on the ground, gradually turning into pools of blood.

But even in death.

The disciples still held their battle blades high, vigorously slashing.

In the crowd.

Yan Ruyu's eyes reddened with tears, enduring her own great exhaustion, healing her fellow disciples who had not yet fallen.

Across all realms.

Everyone, watching the determined faces of the Misty Sect disciples, felt deeply moved.

"Damn the Myriad Clans!"

"I must train relentlessly; one day, I will assault the Myriad Clans Continent and flatten the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain."

The younger generation from various powers gnashed their teeth with resolve.

If not for the vast distance, they would have longed to immediately enter the Myriad Clans Continent and exterminate the Myriad Clans' people.