Demon Sword Sect's Undercover

"The sea demons are attacking again!"

The Ying Platform cultivators surged out, each rushing to their battle positions; in Zhuolang Palace, the array was functioning fairly normally. The characteristic of such arrays is that the smaller the area, the more solid it is. If it were just the Zhuolang Palace complex, its defense would be remarkable, but the problem was they had run out of spiritual energy.

During the prior sea demon's ambush, the hall storing Spirit Stones was the first to be destroyed, losing all resources. Now the array is maintained by the Spirit Stones each cultivator carries with them, but for how long can they hold on?

There were only a dozen or so buildings, yet over a thousand cultivators crammed into them. Despite the pressure, they could still resist normally, even fighting to the death without retreating. But if they let down their guard and scattered in flight, they would become just another group.

This isn't an issue of Ying Platform Daoist lineage but of mindset. To persist until now, the spirit of these overseas cultivators has been invaluable.

The current battle is no longer an individual fight; it's essentially the array versus the sea demons. Six Masters divided into two groups, taking turns to keep the array running, focusing on defense rather than attack. Where there was a lack of power, Golden Core cultivators supplemented. Under such circumstances, low rank Foundation Establishment cultivators were of no use, only watching as the tides of sea demons surged and then receded.

Fearsome faces, reckless roars, black masses of demon groups in the sky, seemingly filling the heavens; water mist anomalies formed by the Sea Clan's large-scale battle produced a thick cloud layer, preventing sunlight penetration, as if stuck in a storm environment, dim and humid...

This doomsday scenario has been ongoing for over a month, even with the nerves as strong as those of cultivators, some have been unable to suppress their despair.

The key issue is the lack of hope, as if they were isolated in resisting the alien forces.

The sea demon numbers gathered here have exceeded ten thousand, most being low rank Foundation Establishment demons; nearly thirty Nascent Soul Great Demons, a force Ying Platform cultivators dread the most, along with hundreds of Golden Core sea demons.

Such power suppression could be considered severely disparate, especially at the Nascent Soul level, six versus thirty, no chance.

The sea demons weren't all from this tide; on the first day Ying Platform was attacked, Sea Clan numbered over a hundred thousand, truly covering the sky and land. Later, seeing the situation was settled, humans were only fighting like trapped beasts, leading most to leave, seemingly heading for the southwest coastline.

Even the remaining Sea Clan was enough to deal with Yingtai Immortal Island, it was only a matter of time.

No voluntary applications have been made to become potential seeds, but many showed determination to cover the rear, especially those low rank Foundation Establishment disciples. They knew the chance of escaping was too low, so it was better to fight fiercely.

The blood courage of the low rank cultivators moved the Golden Core cultivators; these are all their junior disciples, how could they abandon them completely?

If the Golden Core cultivators don't leave, there's little meaning for Nascent Soul Masters to escape; if the foundation is lost, what future can be talked about?

In the final moments, Ying Platform cultivators conducted themselves worthily of their thousand years of heritage; this grieving army spirit accumulating further, none need to leave, they might as well fight to the death here.

Fairy Hong Xiu sighed inwardly; in terms of scenes, she had seen many grand spectacles, this was nothing in comparison. Yet Jinxiu had a spirit of determination to go all out, the entire sect from top to bottom was like this, different from her hometown Zhou Immortal Upper Realm.

Will reinforcement come? Frankly speaking, this was mostly her personal conjecture; the best way to request aid was during the Dushan ceremony, but the crucial point was there hadn't been news of Ying Platform being attacked. They had no reason merely because of worry to pull all southwest cultivation power over, it made no sense; Ying Platform didn't have such influence.

Her words were more a form of expectation, so that Ying Platform people wouldn't lose their resolve to resist, but now it seemed unnecessary. Ying Platform cultivators didn't require her to falsely encourage them; in the human-demon struggle, there's no talk of surrender, living worse than death.

In the Universe Cultivation Realm, the Sword Sect is the most controversial kind of Daoist lineage, countless forces wish to annihilate it from the root, yet humorously, every sect takes pride in claiming friendship with the Sword Sect, secretly delighted, for Sword Cultivators never abandon friends, regardless of danger, nothing blocks the blazing sword light of sword cultivators.

But here is Jinxiu, not Qingkong, nor Five Rings; the Sword Sect here is still growing, lacking nourishment, underdeveloped, crooked mass... Of course, the whole Jinxiu world is the same, all genuine seeds producing a bunch of oddities.

Moreover, Ying Platform can't be considered friends of the Sword Sect. Given their isolated position, they rarely participated in continental disputes, thus were unable to make friends, isolated from the mainstream world.

Ying Platform's sect establishment ideology needs change, though it's uncertain whether they still have such opportunity?

It's been three days; she's contemplating how to present a feasible breakout plan.

Next to her, Xiang Anshi, who was with her providing power to the array, wasn't thinking as much; his gaze constantly lingered outside, especially on the dense lead clouds in the sky, occasionally glancing at the surging, dark sea surface.

He truly hoped for reinforcements to arrive, the only one really understanding Fairy Hong Xiu's speculation about who the reinforcements might be.

If one sect would come, it would be them.

The clouds were low and dense, the sky had already started to gale, rain pouring down, not a natural phenomenon, but localized abnormal weather caused by the sea demons' prolonged cloud and mist conjuring. One can imagine how zealously they were cheering.

If reinforcement arrives, it must descend from the sky, he thought so, and the sea demons were also guarding against this. There were always ten Nascent Soul Great Demons suspended above the clouds, specifically to guard against this tactic, only twenty Great Demons truly participated in attacking the array.

They were tough-skinned, immense strength, divine skills direct, each collision with Zhuolang Palace array seemed like an earthquake.

The ground shook, the heavens spun.

Yet Xiang Anshi still didn't give up his hope, because he always believed in this friend, though there are countless unpredictability, in times of crisis, his friends never disappoint.

His gaze continually swept between the sky and the ocean surface. From his current position, he spotted beneath the sea a shadow of a giant whale rising, the whale's body tens of feet in length, the traces growing heavier.

Another Nascent Soul sea demon? Or whale demon? Being extremely familiar with marine whales, he surprisingly couldn't identify its kind at the moment. It seemed to be a marine whale; in such a time and environment, it could only be a marine whale. Yet instinct told him something was off?

He nudged Fairy Hong Xiu elbow beside him, "Fairy, look at the sea beneath the Nascent Soul sea demons' gathering spot, it seems like a whale? Why do I feel it's not?"

Fairy Hong Xiu indifferent looked over, her face suddenly changed, whispered urgently, "Goodness, the Sword Sect madness reached here? Inform the Masters, we're preparing to counterattack!"