Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1950 - 1444: Ambush

The force composed of Demon Cultivators and Devil Beasts showed absolutely no desire to hide their approach; on the contrary, they pressed forward to the Li family’s stronghold in a massive, flamboyant parade, as though they worried the Li family might miss their arrival.

Furthermore, once the Li family’s scouting squads detected this force a thousand miles away from the stronghold, the enemies held back from striking or slaying them, permitting an unscathed withdrawal while openly jeering at their terrified and pitiful dash.

"Hahahaha, did you catch how those Outer Realm cultivators appeared while fleeing in terror? Utterly ridiculous!"

"Those pests must be terrified beyond reason! They realize they can’t compete with us, so they’re scrambling away in panic. Perhaps when we show up, they’ll kneel down and plead for mercy to spare their lives."

"Let’s go! Pursue them! Teach these bold intruders a harsh lesson! Show them we’re not ones to mess with!"

Despite their words, they made no effort to quicken their pace, persisting in their bold taunts, like their sole aim was to play with the Li family members. Their guffaws echoed so fiercely that they shook the skies and ground.

"Damn it!"

"These vile monsters are just too overbearing!"

The retreating Li Family members felt intense fury ignite within them as these taunts reached their ears. Were it not for the Elders’ strict orders to perform this pretense—boosting the foes’ overconfidence and prompting them to belittle the Li family—

A further objective involved scrutinizing the enemy’s numbers and might closely, allowing the family to grasp exactly what lay ahead.

Without the grave duty weighing on them, they’d gladly risk their lives to spin back and demonstrate to this swarm of fiends the essence of real fury!

Li Xiuting numbered among these members too, with anger blazing in his chest, yet his face turned even icier as he murmured lowly, "The family has readied a proper welcome for these monsters. In due time, we’ll ensure it etches into their memories. Avoid sabotaging the clan’s strategy over momentary rage."

In truth, because he’d been the initial spotter of the advancing horde of native beings, along with his prompt responses, he drew Li Zhirui’s notice, leading to his appointment as head of this scouting team.

"Huff, huff, huff—"

They grasped this logic completely, yet struggled to suppress their wrath, their breaths coming in harsh, labored gasps as they fought to compose themselves.

The pursuing force regarded Li Xiuting and his companions as mere specks, unworthy of attention, casually allowing their departure.

Suppose those Outer Realm beings in the stronghold received the alert—what then? With barely more than an hour left, what feats could they pull off? At best, a futile resistance, but the outcome remained unchanged.

While the force kept up its leisurely march, Li Xiuting’s team made it back to the stronghold and delivered a thorough briefing on the nearing enemy to Li Zhirui.

Seven Demon Cultivators and Devil Race masters at the Realm of Human Immortality spearheaded the charge, backed by more than thirty thousand soldiers in total; included were at least a hundred Individual Immortals, plus numerous at Mahayana and Tribulation Transcendence stages.

Such a formation and magnitude—in the Primal Spirit Realm—wouldn’t faze Li Zhirui or the Li family in the least; any of Zhirui, Zhixuan, or Ming Yao could dispatch it effortlessly.

Truth be told, they wouldn’t require personal involvement. Dispatching merely three or four from the Earth Immortal Clan would suffice, crushing the foes with minimal strain.

However, this wasn’t their native ground; their abilities faced severe restrictions, forcing even Li Zhirui to view the threat gravely, meticulously devising various countermeasures.

Li Zhirui held no dread of failing to overcome this band of native entities; under his direct command, and given the many Demon Cultivators among them ripe for his domination—

The true worry centered on heavy losses to his clansmen.

Should that occur, victory would ring hollow and costly. Worse, if the natives struck back swiftly afterward, the stronghold could fall entirely.

"Relay the command: inform all of the enemy force’s complete might and count. The major clash looms near!" Li Zhirui banished his wandering notions and issued a firm, resolute order.

"Ancestor Rui, doesn’t this seem unwise? Revealing it now could spark fear in many, sapping our strength, and some may attempt to escape..." an Elder voiced with concern.

"Indeed, with combat so close, aren’t we just undermining ourselves?"

Particularly the Loose Cultivators—they prized survival above all. Learning the peril’s depth, countless would likely seize the moment to vanish before the fray began.

A handful of Elders appeared baffled, struggling to comprehend Li Zhirui’s choice that seemed to harm their cause.

"Isn’t this truly beneficial?"

Li Zhirui countered, "By purging those prone to doubt or dragging down spirits in advance, the remainders commit more solidly. Actually, this aids our impending fight."

"Plus, the stronghold overflows with people currently. Allowing certain cultivators to depart will create extra room for mobility and tactics."

Upon hearing this, realization dawned on everyone. How had they overlooked such insight?

"Then, we should disseminate the information right away!"

"Proceed."

At that, Li Zhirui gestured dismissively, urging them to handle it promptly.