n echoed in my mind.He shook his head vigorously, driving away the inappropriate thought.< < Cang Yan Mountain's land stretches for two thousand miles in a radial pattern, radiating outwards from its...Outside the Forest of Ten Thousand Poisons, cultivators from Mount Wanmo stood solemnly, ready for battle.

All parties constantly sent messages, and everything about Lu Ye's movements on the Wanmo Ridge was clear to them.

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"How many people are around him" Wu Beih an looked in the direction Lu Ye was coming from. Bai Li Di, for cultivators in the core circle, was very close. It was probably only a matter of incense before they arrived.

"It's about three or four hundred."

"Only three or four hundred..." Wu Beichan snorted softly, "Nothing to be afraid of."

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The Haotang Alliance only brought three or four hundred people. They were undoubtedly courting death.

Qin Zheng wanted to remind Wu Beihan not to underestimate the enemy, but then he thought about it. The disparity in numbers between them was almost double. No matter what, Wanmo Ridge couldn't possibly lose this battle. He held back his words to avoid being ridiculed again for being cowardly.

Because of the previous failure at Mist Hidden Mountain, he was blamed by many people openly and secretly. It is said that because of his poor decisions, the Wanmo Ridge suffered heavy losses, resulting in a loss of face.

Actually, under such circumstances, he was tasked at a critical moment, so how could he make good decisions The entire Mist Hidden Mountain pursuit was almost led by Lu Ye's nose.

Each Spirit Web is incredibly valuable, but this time, for the purpose of dealing with Lu Ye, Wanmo Ridge bought out a dozen or so. If Lu Yiye doesn't appear, that's fine. But if he dares to show up, he won't be able to fly away!

Wu Beichan looked at a certain spot in the crowd again. There, there was an unremarkable short cultivator. This person's life was ordinary and unremarkable, belonging to the type that no one would give a second glance to when lost in the crowd. The spiritual light displayed on his body surface was only at the eighth level of Heaven.

But few of the Wan Mo Ling cultivators gathered here knew that this man was Gui Ying, the ninth-ranked ghost cultivator on the Ling Xi Ranking.

All was set, hundreds of cultivators held their breath, waiting only for the arrival of the Haotien Alliance.

Time passed, until one moment someone exclaimed, "Here it comes!"

At the end of one's vision, streaks of light rushed towards them, it was a large group of Haotiange Alliance cultivators escorting Lu Ye, at the head were more than ten sword cultivators from Beixuan Jianzong.

A collective gasp swept through the crowd in the Wanmo Ridge area.

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The sudden arrival of hundreds of people from the Haotian Alliance, brazenly marching towards them, left them feeling disrespected and confused. They couldn't understand Haotian Alliance's motives. These were core circle cultivators; there was no reason for them to be so foolish.

In the vast expanse of the Haotiang Alliance camp, Yu Lianzhou gazed towards the direction of Wan Du Lin and said in a deep voice to Lu Dao-you: "Lu Dao-friend, there are twenty li left!"

"Understood."

Lu Ye slowly stood up from his seat behind Lianzhou, and spoke in a loud voice: "Fellow Daoists, thank you all for your protection along the way. I am deeply grateful. From now on, leave it to me. Please act according to the situation."

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"Yes, yes! "

"Ten miles!" At Lianzhou, he boomed with a drink. At this position, one could already feel the fluctuation of spiritual power emanating from the cultivators on the opposite side of Wàn Mó Lǐng.

Lu Ye took out his spirit boat and leaped from the flying sword above Lianzhou. As he raised his hand to gulp down a bottle of prepared Xi Guo wine, the spirit boat swayed slightly and shot to the front.

In the next instant, amidst the gazes of thousands on both sides, Lu Ye's figure was suddenly shrouded in a sea of crimson spiritual energy.

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Remembering what Lü Ye had said before, the cultivators of the Haotian Alliance finally understood his confidence.

Now, everyone is only three miles away from the cultivators of the Wanmo Ridge.

This three are being rapidly pulled closer.

At last, the cultivators in Wanmo Ridge realized something was wrong. The approaching spirit egg's surface blazed red as if about to burst any moment, its heart-pounding aura sending chills down their spines even from miles away.

Wu Beihan's eyes were fixed on the spiritual energy egg, a sense of foreboding surging in his heart, urging him to flee. But his cultivator's pride kept him rooted to the spot.

Hundreds face one person, if we escape like this, what will become of our reputation

He didn't notice that the ghostlike figure in the crowd had vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace.

All the cultivators who witnessed this scene stared blankly and trembled at the sight of the colossal firebird.

The Four Symbols of the Divine Beasts, Vermillion Bird!

whispered at Lianzhou's mouth, even though he was an exceptionally skilled swordsman, his sword heart trembled and his scalp tingled.

The Four Symbols, he had only seen them mentioned in the sect's scriptures and never with his own eyes.

And today, in this place, he saw it.

After a while, I felt a chill. If I hadn't been quick-witted and left before Lu Ye earlier, when that Zhuque revealed itself, our side would have suffered heavy losses.

It wasn't just him; every cultivator on the Haottian Alliance side was trembling with fear.

Everyone had guessed that Lü Ye would unleash a powerful move, but now they realize the power of it is beyond excessive.

And what means is this, to even bring forth the Four Symbols Holy Beasts

Of course everyone knows this isn't the real Four Symbols Sacred Beasts. The true Four Symbols Sacred Beasts, probably just flapping their wings, would shatter the entire Spirit Stream battlefield.

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