Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest

An ominous wind howled from afar, and the demonic voices thundered through the sky, as if a tide of dark clouds pushed forward, oppressively dark.
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In their midst appeared an endless number of sorcerers, flickering in and out of the demonic wind like phantoms!

With withered hair and haggard looks were the Curse Technique Masters, some controlling ink-black zombies, others manipulating ghostly resentful spirits as dull as snow. Various evil creatures swirled around them, as if they were lords of the underworld.

The Tattooed Charm Masters bared their chests, their bodies covered in tattooed charms and seals. Their faces wore expressions of wrath, and their eyes bulged in fury, resembling the fierce, ominous deities of legend.

Sitting cross-legged while forming hand seals were the Curse Technique Masters, emitting four types of divine light—black, red, green, and yellow—behind them, symbolizing the four elements of water, fire, wind, and earth. They looked like deities descended to the mortal plane.

Of course, the most numerous were the "Southeast Asia sword immortals"—the Curse Technique masters. With palms facing upward, they held their crafted curses, including small spirits, poisonous insects, or other evil entities, all waiting for the moment the masters would utter the word "terror" and immediately fly out to kill.

Among these four professions, the Curse Technique Masters had the longest attack range. The battle had yet to begin when a barrage of curses came flying like a swarm. Evil spirits cackled, and poisonous insects screamed, quickly sealing off all possible escape routes for everyone.

"Down," commanded Yan Yu.

Rapidly diving into the forest, everyone's sword light sank. Before they could make their next move, Yan Yu's voice came again:

"Retreat."

The collective sword flight reversed, smashing through countless trees. Almost instantly, the spot where they had landed was blanketed by a meteoric rain of fire.

The Curse Technique Masters' Vajra Fire Spells were not as violent as Zhou Hongyu's Great Bright Fire, but with hundreds of fire spells combined, it was enough to turn the forest into charred ruins.

This was the terror of large-scale battles! It wasn't just Yan Yu— even Mei Yingxue, standing here facing the bombardment of over a hundred curses, would have nothing to do but flee by sword flight.

"Invisibility," Yan Yu ordered.

Everyone hurried to disengage their Sword-Human Unity and instead activated their Invisibility Technique.

Chen Lingyun and Li Minghu gave meticulous commands, pinpointing coordinates one by one: those above trees concealed in the branches, those behind slopes hid behind them, setting up a classic ambush formation.

The sorcerers in the sky quickly split into two groups. One continued to patrol the skies to prevent the Rikoku Cultivators from escaping into the air again; the other descended to the site of the Curse Technique bombardment to search for any trace of bodies.

With no corpses found, it was obvious they had fled.

But there was nothing surprising about this. The opposition consisted of a dozen people, and they faced an army of thousands; not fleeing would have been the real surprise.

After a brief exchange in their rapid native tongue, the descending sorcerers quickly organized into teams of twenty, following the direction of the damaged trees in a methodical search.

Sword Flight was suitable for open areas. It could also be used in the forest, but inevitably, one would collide with trees—the fallen trees thus became silent markers, showing exactly where you had passed.

Therefore, the enemy must have stopped their Sword Flight and used other means to flee.

Chase!

At this moment, these sorcerers hadn't considered that their opponents might choose to stay put and set up an ambush. How could a mere dozen people possibly attempt to ambush a thousand?

The anxiously hiding cultivators also felt the tension. Honestly, facing ten enemies per person might be feasible, but facing a hundred was a bit far-fetched.

Even employing hit-and-run tactics in favorable terrain, once their tracks were discovered, given the overwhelming numbers of the enemy, a single spell from each would be enough to raze even the largest forest.

Although we were the strongest individually, they weren't going to engage in a one-on-one fight! How could we fight?

After a moment of silence, Yan Yu suddenly spoke:

"I'll draw their attention. You guys strike at the outskirts of the battlefield,"

Before Chen Lingyun could respond, Li Minghu hurriedly advised:

"Don't be reckless. Even if we split into two groups and scatter the opposition's forces before picking them off one by one, it would still be better than you risking it alone!"

"That's not right," Yan Yu refuted her suggestion, "If no one's drawing their attention in front, the disappearance of any of our teams will quickly be noticed by them."

"Moreover, to achieve stealthy, rapid kills, managing two enemies per person is already the limit. If we were to split our forces further and face four per person, the risk factor would become far too great."

"You're facing many on your own; isn't the risk factor even higher?" Li Minghu countered, then incredulously turned to the girls of the Zhenhai Team, "Why aren't any of you speaking up?"

The girls fell silent. We know our captain far better than you do—he's always been the macho kind of loner hero. Once he decides to leave the team to fight alone, he won't listen to anyone. How can we persuade him?

"Are you alright?" Chen Lingyun suddenly asked.

"What could be wrong with me?" Yan Yu retorted.

"You know what I'm asking," Chen Lingyun said leisurely.

Fasting technique.

Yan Yu practiced the fasting technique; it had been almost a week and a half since the battle began, without a single drop of water or a morsel of food.

Though he was still alive and outwardly seemed fine, to say his body was unaffected was undoubtedly impossible.

In truth, starting from the fifth day of complete fasting, even Yan Yu himself felt that while his consciousness remained unimpeded, his core strength and reflexes had roughly dropped to seventy percent of his original level—this was the body, not yet adept in fasting, involuntarily reducing its functions due to the lack of sustenance.