Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 933 - 408: Turning the Tide (Part 3)

Yet, beneath that chaotic divine radiance, the demon shield, capable of withstanding a strike from a Nascent Soul Perfection expert, disintegrated and melted away like paper, layer by layer.

The young Demon Cultivator was struck as if by a colossal force, suddenly expelling a large volume of pitch-black demon blood. His aura plummeted like an avalanche, and one of his arms was entirely reduced to dust within the divine light.

One strike, and he was gravely wounded!

"Bloodline Treasure!"

Across the battlefield, the beautiful woman, on the verge of delivering a killing blow to Xu Ping, witnessed this and her starry eyes involuntarily narrowed.

Each one of these Humans is more than I anticipated!

A treasure of this caliber would be enough to ignite the avarice of even a Divinity Transformation Cultivator in the Spirit Realm.

And it was a treasure linked to bloodline inheritance!

A Bloodline Treasure is a supreme artifact, specially refined, utilizing bloodline as its conduit.

Thus, this individual was able to, with his Nascent Soul Perfection cultivation, barely unleash a fraction of its true power!

However, the beautiful woman quickly regained her composure.

The tide had instantly turned. The young Demon Cultivator was critically injured and teetering on the brink of death; if she continued to engage, they might truly face defeat today.

Their sole opportunity lay in striking like lightning, first annihilating the peculiar young man before her.

"Die!"

The killing intent blazing in the beautiful woman’s eyes intensified fiercely.

She discarded all ostentatious techniques, consolidated all her Demon Essence, and transmuted it into a sky-obscuring, earth-covering pitch-black demon palm. Within its core, countless tormented souls seemed to wail, exuding pure, crushing power as it descended upon Xu Ping's head.

This attack surpassed Nascent Soul Perfection.

Confronting this inescapable, mountain-toppling, sea-churning killing blow, Xu Ping’s expression became exceptionally grave.

The surrounding space was sealed by the palm’s oppressive might; even his Soaring Dragon Art proved difficult to deploy.

He could no longer hold back!

"Appear!"

A sharp light flashed in Xu Ping’s eyes as he commanded in his heart.

The opening of an unassuming spirit beast pouch at his waist glowed.

A verdant green figure abruptly shot forth, instantaneously morphing into an avatar indistinguishable from Xu Ping in appearance, radiating an incomparably pure Wood Spirit aura.

The moment the Wood Spirit Avatar materialized, its hands moved with blurring speed, channeling majestic, unadulterated Mana without restraint into the seventy-three Magic Swords suspended around them, immediately assuming complete command of the Sword Array.

Countless streaks of sword rain swept outwards, blanketing the sky and earth, mitigating that sole, devastating strike.

Xu Ping’s true form, conversely, was thus entirely liberated. He snorted coldly and made a gesture with his hand.

Boom boom boom boom...

Ten puppets, varying in appearance yet all emanating an icy and ferocious aura, landed heavily upon the ground.

Upon their emergence, their presences interconnected through a profound military formation, utilizing Xu Ping’s robust bloodline and physique as the nexus, instantly solidifying into a defensive formation akin to iron walls and bronze ramparts!

Puppet Array!

Dong!

The pitch-black demon palm, which had blotted out the sky and covered the earth, violently impacted the just-formed barrier of light from the Puppet Array!

An indescribably deafening explosion resounded.

The light barrier contorted violently, sending forth colossal ripples. The ten puppets shuddered in unison, and Xu Ping, positioned at the formation’s core, trembled throughout his body, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

But in the end—they had forcefully repelled a strike that surpassed Nascent Soul Perfection.

"Second Nascent Soul?"

"No, a Clone Divine Technique!"

The beautiful woman’s elegant eyes widened.

That Wood Spirit Avatar, whether in terms of Mana fluctuations, Divine Sense intensity, or the application of Divine Techniques, was identical to Xu Ping's true body, operating in flawless synchrony with him.

Such an intricate avatar was definitively not a mere secondary Nascent Soul, but a significantly rarer and more potent true Clone Divine Technique.

A Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator not only possessed a Silent Extinction Divine Light that posed a threat to late-stage Ancient Demons, formidable Body Refining arts, and a peculiar Puppet Array.

He actually wielded such a potent avatar as well?

Was this individual truly a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, or an ancient Divinity Transformation expert who had hijacked a body?

"Good, good, good!"

On the other side, Yun Weifeng, who had just managed to compel a small cauldron to grievously injure his powerful adversary, observed this spectacle and could not help but feel his spirits invigorate, offering praise thrice in succession.

The hidden trump cards Xu Ping revealed far exceeded his expectations.

Victory would swiftly belong to them if Xu Ping could just keep that Divinity Transformation demoness occupied for a brief period.

Yun Weifeng abruptly bit his tongue, sending another gush of vital essence blood, imbued with his life's Primordial Qi, splashing onto the small, dark-golden cauldron.

Buzz!

The cauldron began to hum, its chaotic divine radiance intensifying threefold.

"Flee!"

Witnessing this, the gravely wounded young Ancient Demon turned pale with terror and, abandoning all pretense, bolted towards the Ancient Demon Hall.

He realized that if he didn't escape now, he might very well perish here.

He was not like the expendable cannon fodder; he was a genuine descendant of the Ancient Demon race, even holding aspirations of reaching Divinity Transformation himself.

He absolutely could not permit himself to be slain by cultivators from a lower realm.

As the foe retreated, Yun Weifeng made no move to pursue.

Having sustained severe injuries from him, this demon would be incapable of a swift recovery.

Furthermore, he was channeling this treasure while depleting his Primordial Qi reserves at an alarming rate; his reserves wouldn't last indefinitely, necessitating him to salvage the immediate situation as much as possible.

Yun Weifeng altered his trajectory directly, unleashing a terrifying might that seemed to suppress all existence as he surged towards the beautiful woman.

Concurrently, Yun Weifeng's Divine Sense pierced into Xu Ping's mind:

"Young Friend Xu, leave this demon to me."

"You proceed to eliminate the other late-stage Ancient Demons. Make haste; your Divine Techniques possess a greater restraint against them!"

Yun Weifeng's gaze was piercingly sharp, and he swiftly formulated the most advantageous strategy.

While Xu Ping possessed considerable strength, he was still at a disadvantage against this Divinity Transformation demoness; prolonging the conflict would inevitably lead to his defeat.

Conversely, his Silent Extinction Divine Light proved exceptionally potent against those Ancient Demons who commanded swarms of black insects, enabling him to dismantle their elite combat forces at the fastest pace and turn the tide of the entire battle.

Xu Ping readily agreed.

Upon observing the small cauldron hurtling towards her, radiating immense heavenly might, the beautiful woman, despite gnashing her teeth in fury, had no recourse but to divert the majority of her attention from Xu Ping.

She was compelled to fully confront this Bloodline Treasure, which even she perceived as a mortal peril.

Demonic Qi erupted around her as she engaged the dark-golden cauldron, her roars echoing with world-shattering force.

With the pressure on him abruptly reduced, a cold glint flashed in Xu Ping's eyes. His true body and his Wood Spirit Avatar moved in unison, launching directly towards the nearest late-stage Ancient Demon, who was presently locked in a ferocious duel with Xuanmo True Monarch.

Although this individual appeared to harbor some ulterior motive, at this juncture, he was one of the few capable of suppressing an Ancient Demon.

"Extinguish!"

Without hesitation, Xu Ping's true body extended a finger. The gray-white divine light, though loosed a moment later, struck its target first, instantly engulfing the swarm of black insects.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle.

Like scorching iron meeting frigid ice and snow, amidst sounds so sharp they set the teeth on edge, the black insects transformed into swirling ashes in vast multitudes.

That Ancient Demon was acutely aware of Xu Ping's formidable capabilities.

It frantically attempted to recall its swarm, but how could it possess the same effortless control over retraction and release as the beautiful woman?