Chapter 754 | I Really Don't Want to Cultivate Immortality!

The unprecedented battle resumed after an incredibly brief pause, the slaughter erupting once more...

Six Immortal Kings clashed in a chaotic melee, their terrifying figures blotting out the firmament.

The one hundred thousand soldiers of the Blood Spirit Army formed ranks to meet the enemy.

Over a million immortal bones surged forward like a tide in a relentless assault.

Behind them, from the Far East Army Camp, armored soldiers took up their weapons and rose into the sky, charging forth to join the fray.

They sought to trap the bone army in a pincer movement and annihilate them.

Chaos.

Absolute chaos.

The sounds of booming explosions, the roar of thunder, and the wailing of the wind mingled with the shouts of battle, echoing endlessly to the west of the spirit river.

The commotion was so great that even the people in the Immortal City, far away on the eastern bank of the spirit river, could hear it clearly.

The garrison defending the Immortal City beat the war drums...

As the drumbeats surged, the city gates were lowered, and every soldier ascended the beacon towers.

Wolf smoke was ignited, its ethereal green flames roaring toward the sky.

Within the city,

The Night Hunters were thoroughly roused. More and more people climbed the parapets, hovered high among the clouds, or stood atop the mountain peaks to gaze into the distance.

Their gazes pierced across the spirit river, seeing yesterday's Hunting Ground transformed into a vast battlefield.

The aura of slaughter churned the heavens.

“Are those monsters attacking?”

“Has the spirit river fallen?”

“What a massive display of force!”

“What are those bone monsters? Has a civil war broken out?”

“Good heavens, is the fighting truly this intense?”

This unprecedented struggle shook the entire Immortal City, and for a time, panic spread through the populace.

Fear took root in their dazed minds.

Looking at the two armies clashing on that battlefield and the colossal figures fighting at the peak of the firmament,

They felt an involuntary chill run down their spines, and their scalps tingled with dread.

The Immortal City's army remained stationary, merely standing ready for battle and observing from afar, as they had received no orders to move.

The battlefield pushed forward...

The residual shockwaves of the battle surged in all directions. Those God Immortal stage experts who had been watching via divine sense from the clouds were caught in the crossfire; unable to withstand the pressure, their divine senses shattered and fled.

They returned to their true bodies, and even the divine senses of the three Immortal Kings retreated again and again until they were far outside the battlefield, able only to watch from a great distance...

At this moment, their attention was not on the six Immortal Kings at the peak of the firmament at all, but rather on the lower battlefield.

There, they could just barely make out a scene.

Amidst the sea of white bones and blood, several tiny figures were continuously making their way toward the spirit river, led by an old tortoise clearing the path.

This was an unprecedented battle, yet it was also an escape.

Two Immortal King stage experts were exhausting all their methods just to cover seven little ones as they broke through this battlefield blockaded by dark creatures.

An escape?

A breakthrough?

A bloody battle!

Anyone could see that these two Immortal Kings were doing their utmost to protect these youngsters.

Likewise, it was clear that those Ancestral Spirits were also fighting desperately to slaughter them.

Having seen the essence of the situation, the thoughts of the three Immortal Kings in the Immortal City became extremely complex.

Could they be recruited?

If these two Immortal Kings truly broke through and set foot on the eastern bank of the spirit river, this Immortal Land,

Would they overturn the current status quo?

The answer was a resounding yes.

They were too strong!

Even if there were only two of them.

With the current scale of the battle, if any one of their three cities were to try and break through the Far East Army's defensive line,

They admitted to themselves that they couldn't do it!

However,

That man called the Sovereign, the former emperor of legend and myth, was truly too powerful.

He was practically a monster.

If he entered the Immortal Land, no one knew if it would be for better or for worse.

Even as they were shocked, they were equally worried.

The current situation was a stalemate, and it was impossible to tell who would emerge victorious.

The only plan they could form was to try and protect those youngsters at the most critical moment, and then make further plans afterward.

They would build up some goodwill first...

Specifically, with the youth named Xu Xian. Whoever could grab him would most likely be able to recruit those two Immortal Kings.

The tripartite balance of the Immortal Land would be destroyed in an instant, replaced by a single dominant power.

No one didn't want to unify the Immortal Land; no one didn't want to rule the world.

Everyone knew perfectly well that only with the three factions unified would the Immortal Land have the prerequisite to launch a counteroffensive against the darkness, and only then could Cangming see the light once more.

It had been nearly ten thousand years.

The three factions had been fighting openly and covertly, struggling for power and profit while recruiting the world's geniuses. They had been waiting for an opportunity to appear.

And now, that opportunity seemed to have truly arrived.

Naturally, they were restless, and it was impossible for them to remain indifferent.

Their divine senses remained locked on, and their true bodies were ready to move at any moment.

They stared fixedly at Xu Xian's every move in the battlefield. Closer, just a little closer...

...

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield, the old tortoise was fighting with great frustration and difficulty.

Having just been freed from its seal only to encounter such a massive battle, it didn't share the excitement of the three before it. Instead, it was filled with a bellyful of bitterness with nowhere to vent.

It had finally escaped and originally wanted to kill Xu Xian, but its master wouldn't allow it!

Furthermore, its master had ordered it to clear the path for Xu Xian.

And since it couldn't go against his will, it could only do so miserably, serving as his shield.

Ridiculous?

It was truly ridiculous!

It couldn't understand what its master was thinking at all. Was he drawn to his sharp tongue, his scheming nature, or his looks...

It remembered that its master wasn't into men, and Xu Xian's looks were quite ordinary anyway.

Had he forgotten who had dug up his ancestral grave?

Heavens, now he was making it protect the guy instead.

The thought of being forced to eat feces by Xu Xian back then made its very liver ache with bitterness.

“I give up!”

“I really give up!”

“As if I owe you...”

Complaining and grumbling aside, it still had to do the job.

Moreover, it understood that if it wanted to survive safely, it had to break through and cross that river. Only over there was the aura of living beings, and only there was land where it could reside.

Regardless of anything else, it just charged forward with all its might.

Behind it,

Xu Xian had already summoned his six divine swords, awakening the six sword spirits to guard the perimeter around the six of them, fearing they might be killed.

But without the protection of the sword array and while traveling through such a chaotic battlefield, those at the tribulation transcendence stage like them couldn't even withstand the residual shockwaves of the combatants, let alone fight. They were struggling just to stay standing.

Their blood boiled, their minds were in turmoil, and their expressions were pained.

Their internal organs felt as if they were being torn apart, and their heads throbbed as if someone were driving nails into them one by one.

Half the time it takes to finish a cup of tea...

The three from the demon race, including Chi Ming, were forced to manifest their demon forms.

The time it takes to burn a stick of incense...

Tu Sisi transformed into the Nine-Tailed Immortal Fox, and Bai Ze also switched to his beast form.

Fifteen minutes...

Chi Ming coughed up blood and finally failed to keep up, swallowed by the waves of the battlefield and lost from sight.

Xu Xian didn't stop.

Xu Xian didn't look for him either.

Because the current situation simply didn't allow for it.

He could only try his best to look after his companions while ensuring his own survival.

But the disparity in strength was too great; even he was barely holding on.

Half an hour...

The Far East Army arrived in full force, and the Immortal Bone Army was surrounded. One by one, the bone immortals were cut down, scattering into piles of white bones on the ground.

Jin Qing also fell behind while trying to cover Jin Yu.

Tears welled in Jin Yu's red eyes, but there was no time for sorrow or crying. She bit her lip hard and continued to charge forward.

Later on,

Bai Ze was also swallowed up, no longer visible within his field of vision.

Tu Sisi had lost two of her tails, and her face was as white as paper.

The Emperor's Blood within Jin Yu was activated, providing a backflow of energy as she teetered on the brink of collapse...

Xu Xian was still fighting, his grey robes reduced to shreds.

The old tortoise was still charging, its shell cracking.

The spirit river before them grew closer and closer.

The white bones at their sides grew fewer and fewer.

The surging killing intent grew thicker and thicker.

The enemies surrounding them were endless.