System's Super Sect Chapter 986 921: Sanren Post, Danger! (Second Update)

"Retreat!"

"Withdraw!"

A powerful expert from the Loose Cultivator Pavilion, who was in the Mountain Suppression Realm, bellowed orders upon the sight of the colossal demon.

Each command to retreat was laced with sheer desperation.

They had intended to catch the Hundred Sects Alliance completely unaware, but instead, they found themselves turned into unsuspecting prey, delivered right into the enemy's hands.

However, even as he urged his men to fall back, an expert from the Skyscraping Tower, situated in the Earth Unrestricted Middle Realm, and a Demon God of the Wing Race surged into the fray. With a single, casual stomp, the Wing Race Demon God annihilated over a thousand soldiers.

Meanwhile, the skilled blade of the Earth Unrestricted Middle Realm expert from the Skyscraping Tower carved through even more lives, dispatching cultivators at the Mountain Suppression Realm in mere moments, leaving them no chance to even put up a fight.

While it's often said a swarm of ants can bring down an elephant, the Hundred Sects Alliance rapidly entered the fray, turning the tide.

Spearheaded by the Earth Unrestricted Middle Realm expert from the Skyscraping Tower and the Wing Race Demon God, their assault proved utterly unstoppable.

The only recourse for the Loose Cultivator Pavilion was a desperate fight while attempting to retreat, their casualty count escalating at an alarming rate. A staggering seventy percent of these losses were attributed directly to the formidable experts from the Skyscraping Tower and the Wing Race Demon God. This dire situation was mirrored across all other battlefronts.

The arrival of the Earth Unrestricted Middle Realm cultivator and the Wing Race Demon God rendered the Hundred Sects Alliance virtually invincible, forcing the Loose Cultivator Pavilion into a frantic and disorganized flight.

"Skyscraping Tower forces have been spotted at Qingcheng Mountain! We urgently request the Alliance Leader's support!"

"Skyscraping Tower experts have also appeared on the Pinghe Battlefield! Alliance Leader, we need your immediate assistance!"

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A relentless stream of battlefield reports flooded into the rear encampment of the Loose Cultivator Pavilion. Upon reviewing these urgent messages, Pei Wu and the Vice Alliance Leaders of the Loose Cultivator Pavilion found their faces draining of color. Despite the dire news, Pei Wu made no move to order a general retreat.

"Alliance Leader, what are we waiting for? We must retreat!"

"If we delay further, countless more of our people will be slaughtered."

Everyone present was perplexed by Pei Wu's steadfast decision, their voices ringing with anxiety. They feared that any further hesitation would allow the terrifyingly powerful experts from the Skyscraping Tower to reach their position and utterly annihilate them.

With a stern, unyielding expression, Pei Wu declared, "Retreat? Such a move is impossible. If we fall back now, we forfeit the very territory we've secured through the spilled blood of so many. Furthermore, any retreat would mean the cessation of aid from the Immortal Sect. The Hundred Sects Alliance has now aligned themselves with the Skyscraping Tower, and without the crucial backing of the Immortal Sect, we will have no remaining foothold in Heaven and Earth Lake. In essence, no one is permitted to retreat until Elder He of the Immortal Sect provides us with further instructions. If we are to meet our end, it will be on this battlefield."

"But..."

"There are no 'buts.' Convey my command to every single member of the Loose Cultivator Pavilion: our kin, our families, stand directly behind us. For us, retreating might be simple, but for them, there is no escape route."

Without another word, Pei Wu swiftly donned the battle armor laid out beside him. He then strode out of the tent, summoning a fearsome Wing Race Demon King.

As the Alliance Leader, he understood his duty was to be on the front lines at this critical juncture!

Witnessing his resolve, many of the Vice Alliance Leaders and high-ranking officials within the Loose Cultivator Pavilion could only heave deep sighs. Nevertheless, they quickly proceeded to summon their own Wing Race Demon Kings and followed Pei Wu towards the raging battlefield.

Even if their efforts were akin to ants attempting to topple a mighty tree, so be it.

They possessed the ability to retreat, but what of their cherished clansmen and their innocent children?

Following this, the assembled leaders dispersed, heading towards ten distinct sectors of the ongoing conflict.

Their sudden appearance on the battlefield brought a surge of relief to the demoralized and scattered soldiers of the Loose Cultivator Pavilion.

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

"Our reinforcements are here!"

In an instant, tens of thousands of soldiers felt a renewed spark of vigor.

However, as they quickly realized that these 'reinforcements' consisted solely of the Alliance Leader and a handful of Vice Alliance Leaders, their spirits plummeted once more. Casting despairing glances towards the advancing forces of the Hundred Sects Alliance, they continued their desperate flight, heads bowed low.

Merely Vice Alliance Leaders at the Upper Realm of Mountain Suppression—how could they possibly hope to withstand the relentless onslaught of the Skyscraping Tower's elite warriors?

These were cultivators of the Earth Unrestricted Realm!

They possessed the terrifying ability to obliterate cultivators at the Mountain Suppression Realm in the blink of an eye!

Pei Wu ascended high into the sky, his voice echoing with conviction: "Comrades, where can we possibly retreat to? Our families, our clansmen, they stand behind us. If we abandon them, what fate awaits them? If we flee, how can they possibly escape?"

His series of impassioned questions caused those who were on the verge of fleeing to halt their steps. A flicker of newfound determination ignited in their eyes.

Indeed.

Could they truly run?

How would their loved ones and their people ever manage to escape?

Pei Wu’s voice boomed once more, “Join me and let us crush the Hundred Sects Alliance! We shall teach them a stern lesson! If they’ve chosen to become Skyscraping Tower’s lapdogs, they should know their place and lie down obediently!”

With that declaration, Pei Wu plunged headfirst into the ranks of the Hundred Sects Alliance, flinging open his Meridian Gate and commencing a brutal, relentless slaughter.

The formidable experts from Skyscraping Tower observed from a distance, a mocking sneer gracing their lips. They made no move to intercept Pei Wu, instead watching his rampage with detached amusement.

From their vantage point, this display was utterly preposterous.

How could a mere Half-Step Earth Unrestricted cultivator dare to resist?

However, their expressions shifted to shock as they witnessed the cultivators from the Loose Cultivator Pavilion, who had been in chaotic flight moments before, now turning back. They were charging with renewed ferocity, launching a desperate assault against the Hundred Sects Alliance, their eyes fixed on Pei Wu.

Their amusement quickly soured into displeasure.

They relished the sight of their enemies cowering in fear, but detested any display of defiant courage in the face of certain death.

“Perish!”

A Skyscraping Tower expert bellowed, unleashing a devastating strike. His blade flashed, sending forth a torrent of Sword Qi that carved through the very earth. The attack sliced through everything in its path, aimed directly at Pei Wu, who was currently wreaking havoc among the Hundred Sects Alliance members.

In the blink of an eye, the Sword Qi arrived. Pei Wu reacted swiftly, conjuring his Vein Qi Shield and activating the Mountain-Suppressing Armor in a desperate attempt to defend himself.

Despite his efforts, the blade’s power was overwhelming, shattering Pei Wu’s defenses with terrifying ease.

His left hand was cleanly severed from his arm.

Yet, even with a missing limb, Pei Wu’s resolve did not falter. Gripping his Iron Fan firmly in his right hand, he pressed on, continuing his fierce battle against the Hundred Sects’ curs!

“Hundred Sects curs, descend to the abyss!”

A bloodthirsty battle cry erupted from Pei Wu, his gaze fixed on his enemies, utterly disregarding the profuse bleeding from his severed arm.

Witnessing their Alliance Leader’s unwavering determination in such a dire state, the members of the Loose Cultivator Pavilion felt a surge of emotion, tears welling in their eyes.

With renewed vigor, they roared their battle cries and charged headlong towards the Hundred Sects’ curs.

If a single hand was lost, they would fight with their heads; if their heads were taken, they would bite with their mouths.