Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1937 - 1437: Flames of War (Part 2)

It seemed like a gigantic ancient serpent from the dawn of time was barreling toward them, its savage jaws stretched wide to gulp them down entirely.

The realm's cultivators, with their mana almost exhausted or completely drained, went ghostly white in an instant. A bunch lacked the mana to run away and simply stared helplessly as the flood rushed at them, until blackness overtook them and they blacked out.

"No!"

Those cultivators racing over in panic to rescue their comrades, kin, and pupils arrived just a bit late, compelled to watch their loved ones perish right before their eyes!

They stood so close that the agony, dread, remorse, and other emotions etched on the dying faces were crystal clear—yet ultimately, nothing but shadows lingered.

With a single clash, the Li family eradicated four or five thousand cultivators!

Almost half the besieging force that had gathered against them was wiped out, sharply reducing the strain the Li family would endure moving forward.

"Aaaaah! You all deserve to die!"

"I’ll kill you all!"

Plenty of cultivators, witnessing that horror, shattered inside and stormed the Li family heedless of danger, driven solely by blazing revenge!

Yet such actions amounted to nothing more than courting doom.

"Don’t!"

"Come back quickly!"

A few saner cultivators from the back lines spotted this and their eyes widened in alarm. They yelled urgently, aiming to halt their foolhardy allies from rushing to certain death.

Regrettably, those warnings failed to snap them out of it, while the Li family unleashed another wave of assault.

To handle the leftover realm cultivators, the Li family dispatched only a thousand warriors, and this round, merely a few hundred struck—but still, they overwhelmed foes effortlessly!

Beneath the crushing might of their sacred techniques, the opposing cultivators exploded into gory chunks, gore spraying all around, even splattering onto their fellow fighters.

In a flash, fresh losses mounted.

The survivors seethed with anger deep within, yet none risked another blind charge.

By now, it was obvious this was the Li family's cunning ploy, designed to draw them close and lighten their own burdens.

Rage boiled in their veins, but the smartest counter to the Li family was to pin them down right here, denying any shot at breakout!

They gritted their teeth, bottling up the wrath, pulling back to secure spots, posting extra guards on watch, and steadfastly blocking the Li family from slipping away.

"Since they're holding off, everyone take a break and recharge. A fierce fight looms!" Li Zhirui declared, sounding fairly relaxed.

From his calculations, the moment was ripe.

Thus, he tasked a handful of clan experts in eye-based arts to vigilantly monitor the far-off encampment. The instant any spiritual glow approached, they were to alert him right away.

Moments raced past. Before long, a full hour slipped by. Abruptly, a fiery trail streaked from the distance and dropped into a cultivator's grasp.

But that marked only the start!

In the following half-hour, streak after fiery streak hurtled from the skyline, each settling into another cultivator's palm.

The dispatches all echoed the same dire news: their sects' peaks or family territories faced raids from unknown assailants—foes brutal and unstoppable, striking without mercy. Barriers were on the verge of collapse, and they pleaded for aid to hurry home.

"Damn it!"

"Impossible! This zone's been sealed tight for ages—how'd they slip through?" Even clutching the Sound Transmission Talisman, disbelief gripped him tight.

Yet dwelling on mysteries could wait; each dashed to rally their sect mates, eager to hop on spirit boats and race back without delay.

In some barren, wide-open terrain, their flight might have succeeded. They'd be soaring away on spirit boats by now, unchallenged.

But the hour was off! The location was worse!

As soon as the spirit signals hit, Li Zhirui commanded his whole clan to prime their sacred energies, set to intercept the cultivators and bar their path back to sects or homes.

Ideally, they'd trap everyone here—perishing on this spot would be perfect!

Crack—

Keen spiritual rays sliced through tough spirit boats in a heartbeat, wrecking cores and grounding them for good.

Clatter!

Myriad items spilled from the wrecked vessels, slamming earthward and shattering on impact.

"Roar!"

Li Zhirui's onslaught ignited the cultivators' wrath. One bellowed like a feral creature in outrage.

His sect's stronghold teetered on ruin—he needed to lead his group back fast, or slaughter would engulf them when invaders breached.

Too many brothers and young ones had fallen here already. Another such blow at home would spell utter doom!

"Get out of my way! Stop me and die!"

With a savage yell, he conjured a fresh spirit boat and gunned it toward the horizon.

"You think you can leave now?"

Li Zhirui materialized in front out of nowhere, a vicious grin twisting his face. "Be good for once and stay here!"

Rumble—

Enormous columns plunged from above, smashing him and his boat into the dirt.

A few other escape attempts ended identically.

The might of a Heavenly Immortal burst forth right then!

No more holding back like before, when he'd masked his strength to dodge notice.

Despite the Floatlight Realm's Heavenly Dao curbs, his deadly sacred moves outclassed what these cultivators could endure by miles.

Li Zhirui's blow sparked the rest—one by one, Li clan kin piled on, sealing off flights and halting all getaways.

Even so, in their frantic drive to aid families, several broke free through sheer grit.

In fact, that was on purpose—he'd mandated leaving slits in the net, allowing some to flee, keeping hope alive so the rest wouldn't turn into desperate, all-out fighters.

It followed the old siege tactic: spare your foe a hopeless corner. Seizing them outright might work, but their wild backlash would cost the Li family dearly.

Above all, Li Zhirui aimed to dodge that. His clan's blood was worth far more than the enemy's!

After two volleys, nearly every spirit boat lay in ruins. Any survivors were puny crafts, too tiny to whisk hundreds off in haste.

Faced with that, timely returns were out of reach.

Thus, Li Zhirui eased off, guiding his people behind the barrier array—guarding against any crazed foe turning suicide bomber to drag Li kin down in vengeance.

He'd figured it mere overthinking, but shockingly, such lunatics were real—one truly morphed into a flesh explosive!

BOOM—

A massive blast rocked the air, shrouding the heavens in thick, light-devouring haze. The barrier quaked, its glow fading noticeably.

As the haze cleared at last, not a single besieger remained!

They'd all grabbed the chaos and bolted at full tilt.

Some sects and homes hadn't faced real hits, but with the bulk vanished, the stragglers couldn't tackle the Li family solo—so off they went too.

And just like that, the Li family's encirclement dissolved into thin air.

"I never imagined there were cultivators like that..."

Though he'd inflicted no harm on the Li family, his end served as a stark warning for the clan.

...

Two flowers bloom, each showing a branch.

Our view pulls back to the early morning, before the great battle had broken out.

The final passage was completely opened at dawn that day!