Lu Xiaoteng found it rather strange. People always say that ghost cultivators are heartless and unrighteous. Even though Xiao Sanniang has fallen on hard times, Ge Changting didn't take advantage of h...“Damn it, what the hell is that little brat from the Moon-Gazing Immortal Realm trying to do” Among the several Yuan Ying ancestors of the Zhan Yue League present, a few who had suffered the most were so enraged that they jumped up and down.
Besides, some others sat there with faces ashen. So many old monsters were rendered helpless against a mere Jindan junior, it was practically slapping their weathered faces in public.
Each one of them, individually, could easily dismantle Lu Xiaitian's five warships. They would reach the warships before they even had time to fire a single shot, proceeding with a one-sided massacre.
For a Golden Core cultivator, the defensive formation protecting their ship is formidable. However, before a Nascent Soul ancestor, it amounts to nothing.
What enraged them even more was that the sect leaders, palace masters, and heads of these factions were all appealing to these Nascent Soul ancestors for help.
After all, although the cultivators below the Golden Core stage are the ones fighting on the front lines, it is the Nascent Soul Ancestors who are truly calling the shots. However, in this current situation, these Nascent Soul Ancestors do not have a good way to turn the tide, and they can't even come up with a strategy to deal with this crisis for the time being.
Soon, these Nascent Soul ancestors figured out Lu Xia Tian's intention as they stepped into the refining field and saw a large number of captives being escorted onto warships. The other party was actually here to rescue the captives. At this moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
“To be honest, besides the loss of some spirit ore transporting ships and a few captured individuals, the losses weren't too significant. Those with higher refining levels had their own cave abodes for protection. The fallen spirit ores were just a bit troublesome to gather again.” Tianchan Evil Venerable frowned and said, “The most important thing now is to quickly dispatch enough warships to wipe out those ships.”
“You’re saying it’s possible the other side seized a warship afterward and was short-handed” Wei Beiyuan of the Starmoon Demon Sect suddenly said, “Originally, his two flying warships were taken from my Starmoon Demon Sect, and he also sank the ships of the Jiéshēng Jiao. If they had enough manpower back then, why would they do this Remember, on Tianchi Valley's warship, during peacetime, there aren’t many personnel stationed.”
“As for the Yinming Demon Sect and Huangfeng School’s three warships that were later taken by the other party, it was purely a coincidence. How many people would the other party need to fully control these five warships To say that they planned to take so many ships before they even set off is simply absurd.”
"That's right. With the current tension between the two sides, the cultivators of the Moonlit Cultivation Realm are fighting bravely on the front lines. It's inevitable that they will suffer losses. If the enemy's five warships were fully operational, they would definitely rush to the battlefield immediately instead of bothering with capturing prisoners and engaging in such trivial matters."
The demon, Jīn Chǎn Jiào's expert swordsman, turned a corner and suddenly slapped his forehead, realizing something.
"What use is it to say these things now The other side has grown strong, truly damned." Tianchan Xiezun and the rest of the group all had grim expressions. If the opponent's actual usable warships were limited, they could quickly redeploy the few warships from the front line to achieve their goal of destroying this fleet.
It is too late to regret now, these five warships have truly become climate relics.
As these primordial infant monsters had predicted, the losses in places where artifacts and spiritual soldiers were refined and cultivated were indeed not great.
Even those low-ranking alchemists and some stationed low-ranking cultivators, besides those unfortunate souls crushed by the spirit ore stones when their spirit ships were destroyed, the scene only appeared to be in disarray, with no major losses.
However, Lu Xia Tian didn't think about the amount of loss he would bring to Deng Fang. At this time, Lu Xia Tian's only purpose was self-preservation, to strengthen his own strength, and to leave this dangerous place as much as possible.
Under the deterrence of two flying warships, three nearly empty warships took turns landing to pick up those miners. Lu Xia Tian remained on the ground and then boarded the last warship as it took off.
Many of the cultivators from the Wangyue Realm who had become slaves thought that this was their final day, that they couldn't escape being worn out to death. After all, they weren't ignorant of war; the Zhanyue Alliance's cultivators had already captured hundreds of immortal cities, including Tianjian Mountain, Wangyue City, and Xuanye City.
In this situation, what hope could there be for the cultivators of the Moon-Watching Immortal Realm But just as these porters and laborers had completely despaired, existing like walking corpses barely clinging to life, five warships, big and small, descended from the sky. There was no other reason; each ship clearly came to pick up these prisoners.
It's probably the son of some high-ranking official who was captured. That's the only reason why the Xiuxian world would make such a big deal and risk everything. The opportunity is right here, those captured people don't care who's important or not, they didn't even need Lu Xia Tian to shout, they rushed towards the warship in droves.
A few warships were quite crowded, of course, they were only carrying the rescued prisoners, so it wouldn't affect the speed of the Shangfei Tian Warship and the Feiyuan Warship.
There were prisoners from various factions and sects. Lu Xia Tian had arranged several foundation-building cultivators from Lingxiao Palace on each warship in advance to command these prisoners. These captives were assigned labor during peacetime, and the Zhan Yue Alliance had only sealed most of their mana usage. Even if it wasn't unsealed, controlling these spirit cannons was somewhat strenuous, but with a large number of people, they could rotate shifts, ensuring enough manpower.
"You, you are Lu Shidi" Among the captured group, a middle-aged man with dark skin and a simple appearance, his face thin to the point of being skeletal, looked at Lu Xia Tian, and suddenly trembled.
"Who are you" The other person's appearance had changed so much that Lu Xia tian couldn't recognize them at first.
"Lu Shixiong, it's you! I'm Peng Dayong!" Peng Dayong cried out in grief. Although his aptitude was average, he had good fortune. Over sixty years ago, he was pursued by enemy cultivators to a dangerous place. By sheer luck, he broke through to the late stage of foundation building. He thought about accumulating military merit, hoping one day to be fortunate enough to receive the Golden Elixir and achieve the Golden Core Path.
But unexpectedly, his dream of cultivating the Golden Core Dao lasted only two days before he was besieged by several Qi Machine Sect cultivators. He fought valiantly but was overpowered and severely injured, collapsing into unconsciousness. When he awoke, he found himself here, forced to do hard labor. This had been his life for sixty years. Peng Dayu was captured alongside him, and even those who were later brought in hadn't all survived. Many had died from exhaustion or were beaten to death.
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Having lost his freedom for a decade, Peng Dayong had already given up hope. He was like a walking corpse until today when a divine soldier appeared out of the blue, unexpectedly rescuing him. And the leader of this rescue team was none other than Lu Xiaoxiao, who had once entered Lingxiao Palace with him in Wangyue City.
Later, Lu Xia Tian became a prominent figure in Lingxiao Palace. However, at the peak of his fame, when he was overwhelming the foundation-building cultivators of Zhan Yue Alliance, he mysteriously disappeared. Who would have thought that he would appear again now And he even saved him.
"Peng Dayong, it's you." Lu Xia Tian was instantly taken aback, extending his finger and firing a ray of mana into Peng Dayong's body, releasing his restrictions.
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