Chapter 2814: No Retreat, Only Advance

g her, as his own, making her his plaything. Luo Ping'er didn't want to provoke Lu Xiaottian in front of her from the bottom of her heart. The Lu Xiaottian in front of her was far more difficult to de...The Ye Shi clan were devoted followers of the Saint, even fanatically so. Yet, for all these years, despite the Saint's countless battles and hardships, the Ye Shi clan had failed to offer any assistance. Now, the Saint is imprisoned within the Buddhist sect, suppressed by them.

And the Buddhist sect's influence had begun to infiltrate the chaotic Demon Realm. Enemies met, and the Ye Shi clan's blades once drawn would not be sheathed without bloodshed. Either their swords would drink the blood of monks dry, or they themselves would spill their last drop of blood on the road of conquest.

“Amitabha, the new arrival of demons in the Buddhist sect is not advisable to frequently clash with the local forces. Retreat!” The black-faced monk leading the charge had already seen the characteristics of these Ye Shi clan, their advantages and disadvantages were equally prominent. These Ye Shi clan were born warriors, brave and fearless. Their cultivation of earth-based magical arts was also extremely accomplished. Their battle formation blended with the earth, moving like the collapse of heaven and earth, still as mountains when at rest.

The Yèshí clan has a natural affinity for the earth, with their power rooted in the ground. Once separated from it, their strength is greatly diminished.

As a group of monks, anticipating the next wave of attacks from the Yeestone clan, they swiftly ascended into the sky.

Only a hazy, yellowish light rose from the hundreds of pages of the Page Stone clan below. Outsiders couldn't see how the Page Stones were arranged within their formation. Wugu, at the head of the group, felt a bad premonition rising in his heart.

Wu Que hadn't even had time to react when, from the yellow light emanating from below, a volley of crossbow arrows shot towards him. The arrows came like a sudden storm, whistling through the air with deadly intent. One could even smell the scent of death emanating from them.

"Haha, these bald donkeys actually thought the Yestone Clan only excelled in ground formations and would be easy targets in the air. What idiots!"

Even the scattered cultivators watching from afar, who were part of the chaotic demon domain, did not belong to the Crimson Moon Desert or any affiliated forces. They were akin to wandering cultivators within the demon domain. These cultivators held no particular fondness for the Crimson Moon Desert. However, they harbored a natural aversion towards the Buddhist sect as outsiders. The Buddhist sect's constant infiltration into the demon domain meant that if they defeated other forces within the demon domain, these scattered cultivators would likely find themselves with even fewer places to call home in the chaotic demon domain.

These wandering cultivators didn't have the guts to get involved in the conflict between the Chiyue Desert and the Buddhist sect, but psychologically, they were still more inclined towards the Yèshí clan.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

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Since the Buddhist monk ascended into the air, a rain of arrows came down in waves. They were so dense and numerous in the void that there was no escape.

Each monk invoked their own magic treasures to block the torrential rain of arrows.

Ding ding ding… The crossbow arrows were either shattered by spells or bounced back after hitting them. However, with so many arrows, even a group of monks couldn't defend against them properly. Several screams rang out one after another as the Buddhist sect monks started getting injured.

And the rain of arrows from the Page Clan remained relentless, giving no respite.

“Wrath of the Earth!”

"No return!"

"The ambition of the page stone!"

"Death only, no life!"

Hundreds of stone clans on the ground tread the earth, like war drums beating, pounding in people's hearts, boom boom.

The Ye Shi people stepped out of that hazy, earthen glow. Each one carried a crossbow, and even though they were momentarily gaining the upper hand, their faces remained solemn.

"Retreat!" Wu Que bellowed. If he hadn't fought them himself, it would be hard to imagine these Yèshí people being so difficult. After this intense battle, over a dozen Buddhist monks had been killed or injured. However, no matter how formidable the Yèshí people were, as disciples of the Buddha Sect, they weren't truly afraid.

If they truly fought, the final result would undoubtedly be a Pyrrhic victory for both sides. However, as guest soldiers, the Buddhist monks faced ostracism from the demon cultivators. Once their losses became too heavy, the surrounding scattered cultivators watching the battle would likely swarm in, like beasts attracted by blood, relentlessly attacking until the hundreds of monks were ultimately wiped out.

If it were another force, Wu Que wouldn't mind fighting a battle with his fellow disciples. Losing dozens of people and fleeing in defeat would indeed tarnish the reputation of the Buddhist sect. However, these Ye Shi clan members are not enemies who will crumble after suffering losses. Once a fight breaks out, the consequences will be unbearable, like facing a pack of lunatics. In Wu Que's view, losing dozens of men to escape the fight is completely worthwhile. It's just that after arriving in a relatively safe area, his fellow disciples inevitably feel downcast.

“Brother, that group of Yestone people has been chasing us!” After a short rest outside the battle, one of the disciples responsible for guarding returned quickly.

"Damn it!" Wu Que's face darkened, but despite his fury, he could only order a retreat. The group of Ye Shi they had fought against truly lived up to their initial description – relentless and impossible to kill.

Even if the other party was already gaining an advantage, they did not stop there and still wanted to fight. The Buddhist monks had never seen such a relentless fighting spirit.

Faced with such an enemy, they were purely war-oriented and didn't care about the consequences. In this regard, even if these hundreds of monks were filled with righteous indignation, who would want to stay and fight them to the death without absolute superiority Who would want to engage in a completely meaningless war

If one starts by attacking with full force, these monks may not retreat. Since they have retreated once, their morale will be broken, and there will naturally be a second, third... time.

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“The wind is rising, a storm is coming.”

The Sky-Piercing Demon Sovereign and Duan Bi, with the lotus incarnation, returned from the Binglei Barren Land. Along the way, they had already seen several places where Buddhist monks infiltrating the Demon Domain clashed with the forces of the Demon Domain.

"As for the Ye Shi Clan cultivated by King Lu Dan, they are indeed extraordinary. With the current climate favorable, if this continues, they will undoubtedly become a formidable asset." The Heavenly Demon Monarch remarked with a touch of envy as he witnessed the Ye Shi Clan's fervent adoration for Lu Xiaotian along the way. He had devoted countless efforts to cultivate his own forces back then, but those factions were consumed by internal strife and treachery, draining him of much energy.

Where could there be someone as capable as the members of this Stone Clan They were simply striking wherever they pleased. To think, Lu Xiaoteng had cultivated this force seemingly for no longer than he had. And most of the time, it seemed he hadn't bothered to manage them much at all.

“Being able to grow is also their own fortune.” Lu Xia Tian was naturally delighted about the growth and prosperity of the Yèshí clan. These years, the Yèshí clan had contributed significantly to his control over the demon domain and acquisition of resources. His main self being able to cultivate the second dantian to its current state, and his lotus incarnation being able to glimpse the wonders of the second dantian, were all inseparable from the Yèshí clan's contributions.

The Heavenly Demon Monarch's voice held a touch of envy. A wry smile was all he offered in response to the broken arm, an acknowledgment that such a thing could happen. After all, the Heavenly Demon Monarch had cultivated his power with the intention of using it. While there were individuals like Nan Chen Du who harbored old sentiments, most were driven by ulterior motives. They simply dared not defy the Heavenly Demon Monarch's iron fist.

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