Chapter 150 : Reinforce Celestial Ruins Mountain

Without a Golden Core demon king to command them, should the battle turn into a protracted struggle, the beast horde would collapse on its own long before the human forces were defeated.

The Purple-Spotted Wolf King (Demon Beast) knew full well it would be difficult to maintain long-term control over low-level demonic beasts. Unwilling to be drawn into a protracted battle, it ultimately divided its forces and launched a swift 1000-mile assault on Fengjun County.

In this way, bypassing Yuyang Market which gathered half of Bianzhou's military strength, attacking Fengyang Trading Post (Location) became much easier.

Although Fengyang Trading Post (Location) possessed a third-grade spirit vein, nearly all of its reserve spirit stones had been dispatched to Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location) and Yuyang Market.

Without a reserve of spirit stones, relying solely on the spiritual energy of a low-grade third-tier spirit vein, its defensive strength paled in comparison to the Yuyang Market, which was stocked with 100,000 spirit stones.

Moreover, there was only a single Eldrin (Person Name) as the Purple Mansion Ancestor here, and the number of cultivators amounted to merely 70 or 80 percent of those in Yuyang Market.

It could be said that had it not been for the Chen family's unexpectedly formidable combat prowess, the Purple-Spotted Wolf King (Demon Beast) would likely have succeeded. With the human forces caught between 2 fronts and their morale thrown into disarray, it might well have triggered a catastrophic collapse.

Provided that the demon beast army outside Yuyang Market could hold off Yu County, preventing the main forces from Bianzhou from sending reinforcements.

Unfortunately, it had thoroughly assessed the combat prowess of the human Golden Core realm, yet never anticipated that the Chen Clan would produce 2 Foundation Establishment cultivators with Golden Core-level combat strength.

Little did they expect that Eldrin (Person Name) possessed such astonishing combat talent. Today, he completely routed the demon beast horde beyond the Sunrest Market, and this grave miscalculation became the very root of their defeat.

However, this crushing defeat of the demonic tribes did not signify the end of the beast tide calamity. On the contrary, the true core battlefield remained locked in arduous and grueling warfare.

The Beast Tide was no single sect's concern. Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location) had been besieged by demonic beasts for over half a year, completely depleting the spiritual liquid within its spirit pools.

Within the Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location), survival now depended entirely on the reserve of several 100 1000 spirit stones. The Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) had chosen siege over assault, continuously deploying small forces to steadily drain the spiritual energy of Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location).

If this continues, even if we manage to hold out, the spirit stones consumed would ultimately cripple the major families of Border Province.

However, Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location) was far too crucial. If they failed to defend it and allowed the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) to march his army into Border Province, the entire region would be exposed to the ravages of demonic beasts. Countless immortals would then fall prey, becoming nothing more than blood-soaked sustenance for the monstrous hordes.

"Providing support is indeed worth considering, but we cannot launch an assault recklessly."

Eldrin spoke with a trace of gravity, "We must first ascertain the true strength of the demonic tribes."

Hearing this, all eyes turned to Xavier. This Eldrin Ancestor had long been confined to Fengyang Trading Post, maintaining continuous contact with Celestial Ruins Mountain.

Xavier nodded and said, "Just 2 days ago, I inquired with Patriarch Jiang about the exact strength of Celestial Python Demon King's forces."

"Grand Elder Jiang's implication aligns closely with our initial projections."

"Almost identical." Elder Yang's expression shifted slightly before he spoke, "That makes 20-5 Purple Mansion realm demon beasts."

Hearing this, everyone had a rough idea in their minds.

The Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) ruled over a domain spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, commanding 6 tribes of Zifu-level demon beasts: the 6-Winged Golden Butterfly, Azure Flame Fox, Golden-Horned Savage Bull, Thunder Roc, and the Direwolf Clan.

In addition, the Celestial Python Lake (Location) was home to the Celestial Python tribe, with the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) commanding over 30 Zi Mansion demon beasts at its peak.

It was just over 30 years ago when Lyra single-handedly slew 2 Purple Palace Demon Rocs and a Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss in 1 battle, significantly diminishing their strength.

Moreover, over the past 100 years, 7 or 8 Zifu-level demonic beasts had been slain by Lyra (Person Name), along with others that had succumbed to the exhaustion of their lifespans. As a result, the strength of the Celestial Python Lake (Location) lineage had diminished considerably compared to a century ago.

Thus, when the time for battle arrived, after repeated investigations, the cultivators of Border Province concluded that under the command of the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) were 20-5 Purple Mansion realm demon beasts.

At the onset of this beast tide, the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) launched a ferocious assault on the defensive formations of Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location). Seizing the opportunity, Lyra (Person Name) utilized a fourth-tier formation to slay 4 Purple Mansion-level demon beasts.

In the battle at Yuyang Market, the group had slain 3. Now, in the clash at Fengyang Trading Post (Location), they had eliminated another 5. Combined, they had felled a total of 12 Purple Mansion demon beasts. This meant the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) likely had only 13 such beasts remaining by its side.

"There shouldn't be a dozen or so."

Old Ancestor Yang shook his head and said, "The Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) commands vast territories and resources. He would never leave the Celestial Python Lake (Location) unguarded."

"Otherwise, if some powerful Zi Mansion cultivator were to come and set up a fourth-level killing array in its lair, wouldn't it be rendered homeless?"

"Thus, at least 5 or 6 Purple Mansion beasts will remain within Celestial Python Lake (Location)."

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces lit up with joy.

Xu Daoyuan couldn’t help but reveal a trace of delight, yet still blurted out, “So that means only 7 or 8 Zifu-level demon beasts remain by the Celestial Python Demon King’s side.”

"Then it’s entirely possible for us to join forces with Patriarch Jiang and drive them back together."

"It's indeed worth a try."

Xavier also nodded in agreement, pondering for a moment before adding, "With the World's-End Sound-Transmission Mirror in our possession, we should first consult with Patriarch Jiang before making any decisions."

The group, their minds made up, proceeded to the spirit pool within Fengyang Trading Post (Location) and activated the World's-End Sound-Transmission Mirror (Magic Treasure).

The treasured mirror drew power from the spirit vein, and arrays of mystical patterns instantly illuminated. Through the haze, 1 could glimpse the vista of another realm entirely.

Across the treasure mirror, a woman opened her eyes, her gaze piercing through.

Xavier gazed at the man and said with a gentle smile, "Young Friend Liu, I wonder if Ancestor Jiang is currently present."

The person across was none other than Liu Rumeng, disciple of Lyra (Person Name). Casting a glance at the crowd reflected in the World's-End Sound-Transmission Mirror (Magic Treasure), she rose and gave a slight nod before speaking.

"Please wait a moment, everyone."

Only a short while later, Lyra appeared on the other side of the mirror.

She was clad in a snow-white gown, a trace of sharp, lingering killing intent still visible between her brows—clearly having just returned from the battlefield.

Through the World's-End Sound-Transmission Mirror (Magic Treasure), his eyes first glanced at Eldrin (Person Name) before he spoke.

"How is the situation?"

During these days, she had been communicating with everyone through the World's-End Sound-Transmission Mirror (Magic Treasure) and knew full well that today marked a crucial battle in their plans.

Seeing that everyone was unharmed, she knew the battle was likely won, so her immediate question was about the outcome.

After all, repelling the Purple-Spotted Wolf King (Demon Beast) and slaying it were achievements of entirely different magnitudes—the disparity was immense.

"This battle has ended in a resounding victory."

Patriarch Yang began to speak, reporting the spoils gained from this battle and the contributions of each individual present, while also informing Lyra of everyone's intentions.

After hearing this, Lyra (Person Name) also smiled and said, "Since our great victory in this battle, we have already slain 12 Purple Mansion demon beasts. Over half of the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast)'s Purple Mansion demon beasts have been killed or wounded."

"With losses this massive, if word reaches Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location), the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) will most likely withdraw his troops immediately."

"Nevertheless, we must press our advantage. While the Celestial Python Demon King's power is greatly diminished, we should further weaken their forces. This will significantly reduce the pressure we face from the demon tribes in our next confrontation."

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