Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate

"Boom, boom, boom..."

With the lead of several Second Order Demonic Beasts launching further attacks, they finally broke through a three-hundred-zhang-wide space at this moment, and it was still expanding.

At this time, the grim-faced Long Qingshui, who rushed to provide support, involuntarily quickened his pace.

A few breaths of time passed, and he finally arrived at the western front.

Before he had time to catch his breath, he immediately joined the battlefield, and after his frenzied large-scale attacks, he finally managed to temporarily plug the gap.

Nevertheless, in the few breaths before, some of the stronger Second Order Late-Phase Demon Beasts had broken through the encirclement and were fleeing in all directions.

Among them were those leading Second Order Demonic Beasts, as well as over a hundred of medium and late-stage beasts that had taken the opportunity to slip away.

Looking at the rapidly escaping Demonic Beasts, which had pulled away to an uncatchable distance, the difficulty of pursuing them was not small.

Long Qingshui was greatly disappointed, yet he had no good solution and could only deal with the remaining beasts first.

After he finished killing the Demon Beasts here, he could consider the plan for pursuit.

Determined, Long Qingshui unleashed a powerful attack, venting all his anger on these beasts.

At this moment, with Long Qingshui joining in, the arrival of a large number of teams followed on the western battlefield.

With the escape of the hundred or more Second Order Demonic Beasts, most of the remaining beasts were Second Order Middle Stage or lower.

Besides, with no leaders left in the Demon Beast Legion, they fell back into chaos during the continuous siege.

Seeing this, Long Qingshui snorted coldly and charged madly into the Demon Beast Tribe, attacking those Second Order beasts without restraint.

His strength was formidable; almost every strike could severely injure a Second Order Middle Stage beast, if not outright kill it.

Thus, he vented his anger while reaping the lives of the Demon Beasts.

Meanwhile, under his leadership, the Cultivators attacked the remaining Demon Beast Tribe without hesitation.

By this time, with the elite of the Monster Beast Legion gone, most remaining monsters were of average strength.

Facing opponents several times stronger than themselves, they were completely out of options.

It was a situation of no escape to heavens or earth, with no possibility of fleeing.

In the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour passed.

As time went on, the thunderous noise gradually decreased, and the vibrations on the ground were noticeably reduced.

Soon after, the battlefield fell silent with only an occasional whimper, seemingly from those beasts that had not died completely, suffering greatly and letting out the sounds involuntarily.

Looking around, the battlefield was in complete disarray, covered with the remnants of tens of thousands of Demon Beast corpses, which nearly piled up into small hills.

The whole land had been dyed red with blood, with some low-lying areas or ditches even forming pools of blood.

The corpses of all kinds of strange Demon Beasts lay exposed before everyone's eyes.

Their deaths were varied: some bodies were severed into several pieces, some were missing heads, some were riddled with holes, and others had their bodies almost disassembled, while some of the low-order beasts were left without even scraps remaining.

All in all, the Demonic Beasts met their ends in a myriad of ghastly ways, each more tragic than the last.

However, the Human Cultivators would not harbor any pity in their hearts.

Towards those beasts that were still gasping for life and wailing in agony, some Cultivators did not hesitate to finish them off with ease.

At this time, seeing that all the beasts had been wiped out, the hundreds of people present were very excited.

Though many had pale faces, they couldn't hide their feelings of excitement and joy, with satisfied smiles spilling over their faces.

The Cultivators spontaneously gathered, seeming to forget the known ones who had perished, as they shared their joy with one another.

In the southern part of the battlefield, Lin Tianming was equally elated.

This frontline battle that had lasted over a year, with several fierce fights in the meantime, had each person pouring their heart into it and facing life and death crises.

Finally, with the Third Order Demon Beast fleeing and nearly ninety-nine percent of the others eradicated,

Dead, injured, or escaped, the Human Cultivators claimed victory in this battlefield.

And now, with the end of the great battle in this region, the surviving Cultivators would receive bountiful spoils of war and rewards.

Besides, these Loose Cultivators and those with family backgrounds could leave Yuyao City and return to the places they yearned for.

Thinking of this, Lin Tianming's expression was animated, and his emotions took a long time to settle down.

It was only when Li Xiuyuan approached, gathering many Cultivators to come together, that he finally snapped back to reality.

At this time, Li Xiuyuan's expression was animated, and when he looked at Lin Tianming, his eyes were filled with gratitude.

From leaving Yuyao City until now, they had been through two major battles, with Lin Tianming's strength nearly maximized.

Especially in this last battle, Lin Tianming, who killed with abandon, dazzled and stood unmatched for the moment, almost rivaling True Disciples like Long Qingshui.

Such a Lin Tianming was simply spectacular, breaking all expectations and deeply shocking him.

Although the detailed tally of the battle results had not yet been done, a rough estimate could be inferred from the outcomes of his fighting.

He preliminarily estimated that Lin Tianming's achievements in this battle would surely place him in the top five of the individual rankings for this war, inevitably boosting his overall points once more.