As Wang Ji ordered everyone to retreat, a powerful force erupted from within the divine tree, knocking everyone to the ground like a shockwave!
"Not good!"
Yuan Jianxin and the others were also thrown about, immediately realizing that something terrible was about to happen.
"Go, everyone go, don't look back!" Wang Ji shouted with all his might.
Everyone turned and fled, some returning the way they came, while others, in their panic, fled even deeper into Daqing Mountain.
But it no longer mattered where they fled, only that they had to get away from the divine tree!
Suddenly, on the divine tree's thick trunk, the grotesque human face opened its eyes, staring intently at the people around it.
The disciples of the folk sects, fleeing for their lives, suddenly felt a chill down their spines, and an ominous premonition arose in everyone's hearts.
It was as if a sharp knife was following them, ready to pierce their hearts at any moment!
Han San, fleeing, looked back and broke out in a cold sweat.
He saw the ground around the divine tree churning, as if snake-like monsters were burrowing beneath the earth!
In the next second, the churning ground had caught up to them.
With a "hiss," the earth split open, and qi-generating roots, like bamboo shoots, emerged from the ground, instantly piercing the bodies of dozens of people!
The qi-generating roots pierced through their soles, emerged from their mouths, and finally sent the corpses soaring dozens of meters into the air before being flung back to the ground like garbage!
Those caught had no power to resist, losing consciousness almost instantly, unable to even dodge, let alone fight back.
"If this continues, everyone will die!"
Yan Nanfei gritted his teeth, seemingly having made a decision, and stopped fleeing, shouting:
"All members of the Yan family from Kunlun Mountain will stay behind. We will cover everyone's retreat!!"
With that, he stomped on the ground, and the power of the Feng Hou Qi Men instantly erected a giant compass, piecing together surrounding stones to form a stone wall to block the strange qi-generating roots.
Seeing this, the other disciples of the Yan family from Kunlun Mountain, though still terrified, resolutely stopped fleeing for the sake of righteousness, and followed Yan Nanfei's example, covering the retreat of the others.
When the qi-generating roots encountered the stone wall, they could not continue their pursuit, and could only emerge from the ground, smash the stone wall, and then resume their pursuit.
This gave everyone a chance and time to escape.
However, the consciousness of the qi-generating roots seemed to become clearer. After destroying the stone wall, their first action was to kill the disciples of the Yan family from Kunlun Mountain who had obstructed their path.
Some were pierced through their bodies, some were crushed into meat paste, and some were even torn in half by two qi-generating roots…
The scene was nauseatingly bloody. Ling Xiaoxiao's eyes turned red as she looked back at the scene: "Senior Brother Yan and the others are doomed."
"Xiaoxiao, don't look back!" Chang Shan grabbed Ling Xiaoxiao's hand and fled, comforting her, "Don't let the sacrifices of Brother Yan and the others be in vain."
At this point, no matter how sad and grieved Ling Xiaoxiao was, she had to escape quickly.
She wiped away her tears, rejoined the others, and fled desperately.
"You bastards, come on!! Come on!!!"
Yan Nanfei's enraged roar echoed through the valley. His loved ones fell one after another, but he did not retreat an inch.
Thanks to the sacrifice of the Kunlun Yan family, all the qi-generating roots were trapped in the valley, and they soon lost track of the main body of the folk cult.
The enraged divine tree then vented all its fury on those still trapped in the valley.
The qi-generating roots moved like demons, and one by one, loved ones met a tragic end beside Yan Nanfei.
Until Yan Guchao, whose talent surpassed even Yan Nanfei's, fell, Yan Nanfei turned around and found that everyone beside him was gone.
All dead.
All dead.
Yet, Yan Nanfei smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "Although we are all dead, they all escaped… After overcoming this ordeal, Brother Yan will avenge us all!!!"
The divine tree was extremely enraged, and the terrifying qi-generating roots fiercely struck Yan Nanfei.
Yan Nanfei sneered, opened his arms, and met his death resolutely.
…
Boom!!!
With a loud bang, the bluestone fortress collapsed, and the falling stone slabs directly crushed the roof of the Zhenguo Shrine.
Beams, rubble, and broken tiles poured into the Zhenguo Shrine, but they stopped at Jiang Wuya's feet, unable to advance further.
Yan Shouyi, exuding killing intent, floated in mid-air, holding the Zanpakuto, and glared at Jiang Wuya with ferocity.
He had heard the commotion from the divine tree and had already anticipated that his people had likely suffered heavy casualties.
It was precisely because of this that he had to stop Jiang Wuya in time.
"Jiang Wuya, come out and die!!"
Yan Shouyi slashed at Jiang Wuya, forcing Jiang Wuya's hand away from the qi-generating roots.
Jiang Wuya channeled his killing intent, blocking the Zanpakuto with his bare hands. The Zhenguo Sword was behind him, so he could not move even an inch.
"You brat, your current strength is all due to absorbing my killing intent!" Jiang Wuya roared angrily.
Yan Shouyi let out a cold snort. He directly let go, allowing Long Feicheng to control the Zanpakuto to circle around behind, while he instantly drew the Ancestral Dragon Sword from his satchel and swept it across!
This put Jiang Wuya in a pincer attack. His only option to escape safely was to dodge.
However, as soon as the Zanpakuto flew out, countless malevolent spirits emerged from the surroundings. These spirits formed chains, tightly locking the Zanpakuto!
Long Feicheng was shocked: "What is this!"
Jiang Wuya sneered, "You have helpers, and I don't?"
Back in Changbai Mountain, almost all of Jiang Wuya's helpers had died. After Yan Shouyi exposed his intentions, many members of the New Xuan Mountain Sect also repented.
What loyal helpers could Jiang Wuya possibly have?
Suddenly, Yan Shouyi thought of someone.
Tong Jingcheng!!
As expected, the disheveled beggar Tong Jingcheng burst out from the corner!
He was surrounded by malevolent spirits, with countless distorted ghost faces and struggling ghostly hands supporting him as he flew towards the Zanpakuto.
Long Feicheng felt the "bad luck" emanating from Tong Jingcheng and showed no restraint in his disdain: "Get away from me, you damn bastard!"
But Tong Jingcheng was clearly prepared this time. He had ambushed the General's Mansion long ago, using formations and countless fierce spirits to trap the Zanpakuto, making it impossible for even Long Feicheng to break free for the time being.
Yan Shouyi's face darkened. It seemed Jiang Wuya also had his own plans. He wanted to try to kill his nemesis on the General's Mansion's home turf before the final battle.
Jiang Wuya sneered, "With your current strength, it's impossible for you to kill me alone, and you have already missed the only chance to kill me… Now, let me send you on your way to the Yellow Springs! Don't worry, you won't be alone on the Yellow Springs road. Those people you sent to the divine tree will accompany you!!"
With that, Jiang Wuya spread his arms, and the killing intent within him surged forth, his aura multiplying several times over!