Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 701 - 701 700 Northwest Beacon Fires 11 Request for Votes at Month End

701: Chapter 700 Northwest Beacon Fires 11 [Request for Votes at Month End] 701: Chapter 700 Northwest Beacon Fires 11 [Request for Votes at Month End] All human cultivators were annihilated, at least in the sky, but those who practiced magic cultivation underground still fell within the perception of the undead creatures.

The sky had calmed down, but the battle beneath the sand grew even more perilous.

The undead creatures had fortified the defenses of Xunfeng Valley to the extreme.

Despite the attack of dozens of cultivators, they had not yet exerted their full strength.

Numerous undead creatures were still ambushin, buried beneath the sand layers.

As soon as the magic cultivators dived into the sand, a battle ensued, and this was before Hou Niao had feigned death and fallen.

For both sides involved in the underground battle, there was a sense of not being able to fully exert themselves; the undead were like this, as were the humans.

Physical attacks were restricted, the power of their techniques greatly weakened, not to mention visibility—Divine Sense was drastically reduced to nearly operating blind and hitting randomly.

But the advantage for the human cultivators lied in the fact that this group of Daoists were very powerful, all true elites, and had specifically been chosen for their proficiency in Earth Escape.

This allowed them to proceed albeit impeded, yet without casualties.

Only the three leading figures moved stealthily at a great pace.

Han Tiangang’s strength was overwhelming, overpowering his opponents without facing any real challenge.

Huai Liangyou and Lou Yue also displayed the potential of their core True Inheritor strength, making rapid progress.

Since they were already close to Xunfeng Valley, accelerating their approach, they covered several miles underground and swiftly entered Xunfeng Valley, aware their movements had been exposed.

With no cover in the desert, attempting to act stealthily was foolish, so they opted for an overt approach, at the very least to gain time and prevent the undead creatures from completing their encirclement.

Cultivators should decisively avoid hesitation and looking back.

In a situation like this, silently infiltrating and then leaving unseen after destruction was impossible, so reaching this stage was already a success, having at least broken through the outer interception of the undead creatures.

No further delay—abandoning their earth tunnelling, the three burst forth from the sand skyward; at once, the situation within Xunfeng Valley was clear to see.

Inside the vast valley, arranged in a circle were twelve distinct giant half-busts made of stone, each standing several dozen feet tall.

Although the carvings were rough, their spirit was full.

From afar, one could sense their ancient and time-worn aura; these were not creations of the modern era, likely originating from ancient times.

No one knew where these stone statues originated, but it was certain they were not the work of this continent; being worldly, with just a glance, they discerned that the statues formed a very peculiar array, which was probably related to the frequent sandstorms in the Kneecap Desert in recent years.

This was all within their expectations, merely the various forms in which the array existed; but what they didn’t expect was that inside Xunfeng Valley, a fierce battle was underway, with large groups of undead creatures besieging two human cultivators, both unknown to them.

What was going on?

Their Divine Senses interacting, they made an initial judgment.

Huai Liangyou said, “One magic cultivator, of unknown Daoist line; one Sword Cultivator, undoubtedly a whelp of the Demon Sect; it might be a coincidence, or perhaps they intentionally used us as a decoy to sneak in.”

Lou Yue, “They’re attacking the stone statues, but without much effect!

Among the undead besieging them, many are eyeless monsters.

They won’t last long…

that said, these two are unbelievably strong.

With so many undead, they still manage to put up a fight.”

Han Tiangang’s gaze was the sharpest, “These two must be True Disciples.

It seems the Demon Sect has really invested heavily; that magic cultivator’s techniques aren’t of continental origin—I think they hail from overseas…

Never mind them, let’s destroy the array, starting with the stone statues.”

…The attack was initiated by Hou Niao, and Xiang Anshi didn’t refuse.

As soon as he dived underground, he realized that doing so was practically meaningless.

Under the current circumstances, any form of hiding was pointless.

The undead would not likely lower their guard within such a short time frame, and he wasn’t keen on lying low indefinitely, which might not even remain concealed.

When flying over Xunfeng Valley, his main focus was within the valley; those twelve huge stone statues just sat there, impossible to overlook.

Sharing the same judgment as the magic cultivator, the dust storms were surely connected to those odd statues.

Pressed for time, there wasn’t much opportunity for thought.

Poking his head out from the sand layer, Divine Sense searching for Xiang Anshi, “Hiding like this won’t do; we need to take the initiative and destroy those statues.”

Xiang Anshi was very calm, “We could wait for those Daoist Sect cultivators to break in and then take action amidst the confusion, which would give us a better chance and make it easier!

Give me one reason why we should be the ones to strike first.”

Hou Niao, “Because we are not good at this!

I’m not capable, and you alone can’t handle it either.

Our preparations aren’t as thorough as theirs!

So I’d rather be a target that draws fire, at least it gives them a better chance, right?”

“Do you trust the Daoist Sect’s Magic Cultivation?”

“No, but I trust professionalism!

They have been preparing for a long time, and their personnel movements are far more meticulous than ours.

At least in this matter, I am willing to play a supporting role.”

“They might not care about us at all!”

“It doesn’t matter, I don’t need anyone to take care of me, and in the future, I won’t bother about them either.”

“Have you decided?”

“Yes, I have decided!”

“Fine, you are a friend worth having.

At least you know what is important and don’t just engage in constant infighting.

Since you’ve decided, then I’ll join you in this, but don’t expect me to save you when we can’t withstand it.

This damn environment has too much of an effect on me!”

The two made their decision in an instant.

This was a matter of perspective; if they could prioritize the lives of everyone in the Northwest, they should not fret over who draws hatred or who reaps the benefits.

At such times, human cultivators should stand together.

They struck first, reducing the pressure on the Daoists when they came out, which allowed them to begin their sabotage more comfortably.

For this, taking on more pressure was worth it.

Only at this moment did Xiang Anshi truly consider this Sword Cultivator a friend, and not just a powerful and formidable culprit.

Xiang Anshi dived down from the clouds, while Hou Niao surged up from beneath the sand.

Their target was the same, a statue on the very edge; they needed to assess the difficulty of destroying this statue before deciding on their next move.

The flying sword flashed across the sky, and Hou Niao struck with full force, as an antelope hangs its horns, mana filled, and his Sword Momentum wide open, it seemed as if he carried the force of heaven and earth in a single slash…

Stones flew and a layer of stone chips was scratched off the statue, surprisingly without much impact?

Following that, Xiang Anshi’s Thousand Threads Drill appeared at the spot sliced by the Flying Sword, drilling at high speed.

The force, which typically pierced through tough rock, proved futile against the statue, drilling in vain.

“Didn’t you eat enough?” Hou Niao greatly dissatisfied.

Xiang Anshi immediately retorted, “Is your sword rusty?”

Both secretly complained in their hearts.

The statue possessed a mysterious power, with all twelve forming a single entity; destroying just one was simply not possible.

If they had ample time and no external disturbances, they might have thought of some strategies, but now…

Hundreds of undead creatures rushed toward them, many of which were eyeless monsters!

“I’ll be killed by you sooner or later!” Xiang Anshi cursed.

Hou Niao remained indifferent, “I’ve told you before, almost nobody who teams up with me ends well.

You just wouldn’t listen!”