Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1522 - 823: Human Clan Cultivators, Report Your Names

The unique landscape of the Heavenly Rift Valley allows for easy defense but makes attacks exceedingly hard.

Yet, against the relentless gales sweeping everywhere, this distinctive terrain boosted the winds' ferocity by ten times.

One tornado column rose after another, sending myriad massive boulders crashing against the barrier, which flickered wildly and appeared ready to shatter completely.

At that instant, without waiting for commands from leaders, a bunch of Foundation Establishment cultivators hurriedly fell back to the tall tower, seeking shelter in its solid build to dodge the devastating tempest.

Upon witnessing this, Zhao Yongxian's countenance grew exceedingly dark.

Master Ming Yue wore a grave look, inwardly considering withdrawal.

He abruptly proposed, "The foe is formidable! Why not have you and me withdraw into the tower for the moment to evade the gale?"

"Withdraw? I'm afraid escape is impossible!" Zhao Yongxian replied somberly, heaving a sigh, "The Ancestor... oh, he departed at the worst possible moment!"

Crack, crack...

Right then, the barrier could no longer endure the wind's assault, breaking apart in a flash into myriad sparkling lights that the gale swiftly dispersed.

"Fall back!" Zhao Yongxian bellowed sharply, his form blurring as he plunged directly toward the tower beneath.

Master Ming Yue's features shifted subtly. After a brief pause, he didn't risk fleeing alone and instead trailed after, hurrying into the tower below.

With the pair pulling back inside the tall tower, the fierce wind roared in, swallowing the whole campsite in moments.

The Golden Gang Stone tower remained steadfast like a mountain, unmoved by the raging storm.

Just as the Zhao Family cultivators started to feel a bit secure, the crisis escalated abruptly.

Guided by an invisible Divine Thought, the tornado columns zeroed in on the Golden Gang Stone tower, while hundreds of Wind Blades materialized from thin air, slashing savagely at the structure's exterior.

In a heartbeat, the tower became scarred all over, its robust Golden Gang Stone eroded bit by bit by the ceaseless Wind Blades, with the outer layer thinning swiftly and turning alarmingly brittle.

Observing this, the cultivators brimmed with worry, quickly deploying assorted Earth Element spells to reinforce the tower.

At the same time, Zhao Yongxian arrived at the tower's base, pressed his palms to the earth, and discreetly triggered a concealed Array using his Divine Sense.

The following instant, the ground split open soundlessly, uncovering a tunnel delving below.

This tunnel stretched hundreds of yards beneath the surface, its outlet hovering in midair on a cliff eighty miles distant, set up by the Zhao Family as an escape route.

Not just this tower—every one featured such a subterranean path, though their endpoints varied.

As Zhao Yongxian unsealed the tunnel, the hidden passages in the other towers activated too, with Zhao Family members pouring into them successively, hastening toward the distant outlets.

Lacking anyone to maintain it, the tower's surface was soon pierced by the razor-sharp Wind Blades, and tower after tower succumbed to the gales' fury.

This long-held camp was leveled to barren earth in under 45 minutes by the storm.

As the adage goes, fortune and misfortune hinge on the Heavenly Rift Valley! Destiny's whims have ever been so fickle.

Ah ah!!

All at once, piercing cries rang out from the tunnel's depths, where a pack of Drilling Armor Demon Beasts emerged from hiding, launching a surprise assault on the fleeing Zhao Family cultivators.

Every one of these Drilling Armor Demon Beasts possessed formidable might, the weakest surpassing third-tier.

Armored in scales tough as Vajra, they charged wildly through the tunnel, sowing carnage and bloodshed in their wake.

The Zhao Family's Foundation Establishment experts stood no chance against these Golden Core-tier Demon Beasts, enduring devastating losses right away.

Yet, the tide shifted once more shortly after.

After dashing a ways ahead, certain Foundation Establishment cultivators hurled forth a Yin Chen Wood Coffin, cut their wrists open, and poured generous amounts of vital blood onto it.

Through a chant of spells, the coffin's top flipped open, and a towering Golden Armored Corpse clad in thick plating soared up, lunging straight at the marauding Drilling Armor Demon Beasts.

In the twinkling of an eye, the Golden Armored Corpse clashed ferociously with the Golden Core Demon Beasts.

Not only here—parallel battles erupted in the other tunnels.

Thanks to the influx of the Golden Armored Corpse forces, the Zhao Family's death toll plummeted, turning desperate peril into fragile endurance.

Still, absent some miracle, most were doomed, facing only demise with no hope of survival.

Pairing with Master Ming Yue, Zhao Yongxian and the two Golden Core experts swiftly overcame the blocking Golden Core Demon Beasts, ultimately guiding seven or eight Foundation Establishment youths to safety at the eighty-mile exit.

But they could scarcely have foreseen the true nature of their adversary.

"Hehe, a few rats slipped away?" Jun Tianxing perched atop the Roc's head, abruptly tilting his gaze dozens of miles off, a sinister grin curling his lips.

As the offspring of the Dapeng Demon Country's king, Jun Tianxing defied conventions, standing out as one of the rare defiant demons among the royal heirs who pursued the Heavenly Demon Transformation path.

In this clash between the Demon Country and the Human Clan, he faced exclusion from the demon elite, then got relegated to the human rear for menial tasks.

All these slights ignited Jun Tianxing's seething fury, which he unleashed upon the Human Clan cultivators.

In the last half-year, Jun Tianxing—whose power nears a Human Clan's God Transformation—has razed almost thirty human outposts, claiming over ten thousand lives of Human Clan cultivators.

The Zhao Family outpost was modest in size and barren of any Nascent Soul presence.

Jun Tianxing deemed it boring, his innate brutality now fixating on Zhao Yongxian and the desperate escapees.

Zhao Yongxian would never dream that their opponent was the king's direct heir, whose might matched Nascent Soul Perfection.

"Hehe, charge ahead, Jiao!" Jun Tianxing planted his foot on the Roc's crown, issuing a sudden command.

This Green-winged Roc, though a hybrid with dim wits, boasted strength to rival Nascent Soul experts.

Obeying its lord, the Green-winged Roc beat its wings, whipping up a vortex and plummeting from more than thirty miles distant.

Boom!

The very moment the Green-winged Roc unfurled its wings for the dive, a colossal blast resounded from the cliff faces.

Instantly after, the sheer walls inexplicably collapsed, and two colossal stone fists the size of peaks thrust out from the rock, smashing down onto the Roc's wings.

The Roc emitted a shrill cry as its enormous frame slammed into the earth, excavating a vast crater on impact.

"Who dares?!" Jun Tianxing's hawk-like eyes bulged, his roar thundering with rage.

As his shout rang out, a commanding Divine Thought blanketed a hundred-mile span, pinpointing the covert assailant almost at once.

Jun Tianxing's gaze ignited with savagery, his Feather Robe billowing outward, feathers bristling upright and firing off in a flurry.

These feathers, thick as a woodland, streaked forth like myriad thunderbolts, striking the emptiness a hundred yards distant in no time.

Right then, a platinum round mirror materialized from nothingness, intercepting the barrage of Feather Swords head-on.

The round mirror gleamed intensely, its face undulating like water, drawing the Feather Swords into its depths.

No—they were pulled into the Golden Mirror.

Jun Tianxing's eyes tightened, mind whirling, and his Divine Thought promptly redirected the leftover Feather Swords to loop back.

Unbeknownst to him, the Golden Circular Mirror unleashed a tremendous pull, yanking nearly a hundred Feather Swords helplessly into its core.

In that split second, a stalwart and valiant youth stepped forth from behind the White Gold Circular Mirror—it was none other than the absent Zhao Sheng.

Upon manifesting, he unleashed a potent presence, his Divine Thought gushing like a flood to subtly rival Jun Tianxing's.

Zhao Sheng reached out to seize the Western Xiantang Mirror, then abruptly expelled three beams of light from his frame.

These beams ascended skyward, morphing into azure, ebony, and crimson round mirrors that floated before him, embodying the Eastern Kongsang Mirror, Northern Mirage Cloud Mirror, and Southern Haoyang Mirror!

Jun Tianxing's face hardened with lethal intent as he first eyed the Green-winged Roc, pinned by a Stone Mirror and immobilized, then lifted his stare to the Human Clan cultivator a hundred yards off, sneering coldly:

"Hehe, skilled enough to slip past the king's senses—not some obscure figure! Human Clan Cultivator, declare your name! Upon your demise, the king shall inscribe it on the Sky Tower."

Zhao Sheng grinned and responded, "Should you live, you'll surely learn this old man's identity. For now... witness the old man's Great Five Elements Extinction Divine Light."

His words barely landed when the Five Directions Treasure Mirrors all blazed with light at once!