Chapter 212: Confidence

Chapter 212: Confidence

As the Demonic Serpent went to Peak to scratch its itch...

The remaining two Flying Boats took the opportunity to fly in one direction.

In front of them, a dense group of Demonic Beasts had gathered, stretching as far as the eye could see, making it impossible to estimate their exact numbers.

Demonic Beasts from other directions were also closing in. There was no time to hesitate; they had to press forward bravely.

Despite losing one Flying Boat, the Foundation Building Cultivators did not suffer significant losses. The Demonic Serpent hadn't attacked yet; it was just scratching its itch.

Countless Spiritual Weapons flew out of the two Flying Boats, swirling and dancing around them. As they entered the midst of the beast horde, it was like two meat grinders, slashing through the surroundings, causing blood to rain down.

Once they plunged into the horde, in every directionfront, back, left, right, up, and downall they could see were Demonic Beasts. It was like entering a pitch-black space with no light, unable to discern directions.

They could only grit their teeth and charge in one direction. Everyone's Spiritual Weapons were unleashed outside the Flying Boats, slashing wildly. There was no room for any pause.

If they stopped, these two Flying Boats, along with everyone on board, would be completely engulfed, leaving nothing behind.

If someone were to observe from outside, they would see countless flying Demonic Beasts tightly packed together, forming a massive sphere.

Even at this moment, more flying Demonic Beasts joined in, causing the sphere to gradually expand, moving along with the direction the Flying Boats advanced.

After an hour, they no longer actively killed the Demonic Beasts but focused on those approaching the Flying Boats with the intent to attack.

Their primary task now was to protect the protective barrier from being breached. Escaping seemed almost hopeless.

They only hoped to hold on a bit longer, to survive until the moment rescue arrived.

Fortunately, each person had been given a mid-grade Spirit Stone before. The Spiritual Power could still support them temporarily.

Three hours later, the Foundation Building Cultivators on the Flying Boats appeared exhausted, bloodshot eyes staring.

The mid-grade Spirit Stones in their hands had dimmed, and the Demonic Beasts around them still pressed in like a wall.

In the darkness, without direction and unable to see hope, despair was most likely to set in.

Many appeared numb, their Spiritual Weapons slashing aimlessly. They had given up.

"Junior Brother Wang, do you think our reinforcements will still come?" a fellow Qingxu Sect member asked.

"Senior Brother He, rest assured. The reinforcements will arrive within half an hour," Wang Hong said confidently.

Suddenly, the communication Spiritual Weapon on the Flying Boat lit up.

"Fellow Daoists, please endure a little longer. We will arrive in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

A melodious voice emanated from the communication Spiritual Weapon, leaving many cultivators with memories that remained fresh even after decades or centuries.

All cultivators regained their spirits. Those who had collapsed on the ground struggled to get up, meditating to restore Spiritual Power.

Wang Hong took out ten second-tier Talismans from his Storage Bag and threw them out. He distributed a large batch of first-tier Talismans that he had refined while practicing to the people around him, asking them to help throw them.

After using these Talismans, they finally cleared the Demonic Beasts attacking the protective barrier.

This type of protective barrier could slowly absorb Spiritual Energy to recover, but the recovery speed was quite slow.

Clearing these nearby Demonic Beasts allowed the defensive shield to catch a breath.

Then, he took out two jin of second-tier Spirit Wine and handed it to Senior Brother Shen Jian, instructing him to distribute it among the people on the Flying Boat. Each person could get about a mouthful.

This amount was enough for a Foundation Building first-level cultivator to restore half of their Spiritual Power. It was a timely help in this critical situation.

But he could only provide this much; it would alleviate the current situation, but more wouldn't be ideal.

The people on the Flying Boat, replenished with Spirit Wine, regained their vigor. They even helped the other Flying Boat clear some Demonic Beasts. The situation on the other Flying Boat, which already had more people, improved slightly after receiving assistance.

Approximately the time it took for an incense stick to burn later, eight Flying Boats flew in from the distance.

Cultivators on the Flying Boats, seeing the massive beast ball composed of Demonic Beasts in the sky, were shocked. They hadn't expected to be alive in such a situation.

There was no time for too much astonishment. The eight Flying Boats surrounded the huge ball of Demonic Beasts from eight different directions.

Since these flying Demonic Beasts had gathered together, it was an opportunity to annihilate them in one fell swoop.

Seeing that the Demonic Beasts were surrounded by eight Flying Boats, the outer Demonic Beasts realized what was happening and rushed toward the Flying Boats. However, the inner layer of Demonic Beasts in the ball remained oblivious, still vigorously attacking the two Flying Boats in the center.

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