Chapter Seven of the Wind and Moon Continent: Fierce Battles Continue

At their master's command, the manor's guards formed a fan shape and surrounded the Winged Wind Clan, launching their first attack with javelins.

The old gatekeeper stood at the rear, biting his finger and muttering, "

[Endless darkness from hell... burying the light... with my blood... summon the undead!]"

With his final shout, his fingers flicked, and drops of blood splattered in the air. In an instant, the atmosphere slightly distorted, and in the spatial fluctuations, each drop of blood conjured a necromancer wielding a scythe.

The Winged Wind Clan easily dodged the javelin attacks and engaged the manor's guards. The difference in strength between the two sides was obvious; within a few exchanges, the manor's guards were routed, with more than half dead or wounded.

The remaining guards retreated, and the undead summoned by the old gatekeeper launched a second wave of attacks.

"How many people have you killed to create so many undead?"

The Winged Wind Clan girl's face grew increasingly cold, her large, clear eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

Cultivating these undead requires collecting the souls of living people, specifically those who died violent deaths and harbored intense resentment. One must collect one or two of their three souls and six spirits before refining them with Yin Fire. The success rate is extremely low, making this technique incredibly vicious and a universally acknowledged forbidden method.

The old gatekeeper completely ignored the Winged Wind Clan girl's question, summoning twenty-four undead in one breath.

Instantly, a chilling wind swept through, even giving Ye Tianlong, hiding in the distance, a feeling of being in a ghostly realm.

Now, the Winged Wind Clan members dared not be careless. Six of them formed a formidable formation, with the Winged Wind Clan girl at the very front, acting as the arrowhead of a triangle; clearly, her martial arts skills were the most outstanding among them.

The Winged Wind Clan girl was indeed formidable. With a flick of her whip, she repelled two undead that attacked her. The small sword at the tip of the whip twirled beautifully in the air before striking another nearby undead.

The clash of weapons rang out continuously as the remaining Winged Wind Clan members clashed fiercely with the undead. The scythes wielded by the undead and the eerie aura emanating from them caused considerable trouble for the Winged Wind Clan.

To deal with the undead, the innate holy power of the gods was their greatest weapon, but continuously using their holy power required the Winged Wind Clan members to expend far more physical and mental energy than usual. However, without holy power, ordinary weapon attacks were ineffective against the undead.

Gradually, the Winged Wind Clan girl, under the relentless attacks of six undead from the front, slowly retreated. The Winged Wind Clan members beside her also began to move backward under the pressure of the undead.

The triangular formation began to indent, with only the three Winged Wind Clan members at the very bottom maintaining a steady fight against the undead.

The commotion within the buildings grew louder, with strange roars and various impacts echoing throughout. The seven mages responsible for raising the demons had been inside for quite some time, but the results seemed less than ideal.

Meanwhile, fifty thugs and guards had arrived, forming ranks in the central plaza under the command of the manor's owner.

However, the manor's owner forbade the thugs from joining the attack on the Winged Wind Clan because the summoned undead would attack any living being with yang energy nearby; the thugs' involvement would only impair the undead's judgment.

[Goodness, this place is really…]

Ye Tianlong pondered for a long time, unable to find the right words. He had only come out of curiosity, never expecting to encounter so many strange things and witness such a rare scene.

Fortunately, Ye Tianlong's hiding place was very well concealed, and he wasn't discovered by the thugs and guards who rushed over after being awakened by the alarm.

Moreover, the two sides fighting in the arena were unrelated to him; in fact, deep down, he hoped that these Winged Wind Clan members, with whom he had a grudge, would suffer more. With a sense of anticipation, he made sure to hide even more safely.

"[Good job! Well done!]"

The master, seeing the undead under the old gatekeeper's command gradually gaining the upper hand, couldn't help but cheer loudly. His henchmen also joined in the cheers.

Encouraged, the old gatekeeper directed the undead to launch a fierce attack on the Winged Wind Clan. Of the twenty-four undead, nineteen remained. While the number of Winged Wind Clan members hadn't decreased, all but the young girl had accumulated numerous wounds. One was so badly injured that his white wings were stained red with blood. Moreover, the Winged Wind Clan's formation was no longer tight, and the distance between them was increasing. The sword

whip flicked through the air in three circles, and the small sword that had been drawn back suddenly burst forth with brilliant light, shooting towards an undead that had just been thrown off balance by a Winged Wind Clan member's spear.

With a crisp "pop!", the old gatekeeper felt a pang of pain in his heart; he had lost another undead.

The undead pierced through the heart by the small sword on the Winged Wind Clan girl's whip vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye.

In that instant, before the girl could retract her whip, two more undead swung their terrifying scythes from either side, flashing with the light of death. The

helpless Winged Wind Clan girl could only retreat another step, dodging the undead attacks. This created a gap in the Winged Wind Clan's formation, widening the indentation and almost completely disintegrating the formation.

Several undead immediately leaped in, relentlessly pursuing the unsteady girl, forcing several of her companions to retreat as well, stretching the triangular formation into a large crescent shape.

More undead rushed in, concentrating their attacks on the girl. The old gatekeeper knew this beautiful girl was the leader of the Winged Wind Clan and their strongest fighter; if they concentrated their forces to kill her first, the remaining Winged Wind Clan members could be defeated one by one.

"[No! Be careful...]"

The master standing behind noticed a sign, but it was too late to warn him.

Suddenly, more than a dozen undead rushed into the hollow, forming a siege around the Winged Wind Clan girl, leaving only a few undead to hold

back the other Winged Wind Clan members. At that moment, the Winged Wind Clan girl, standing in the very center of the hollow, suddenly took three steps back. Her companions also retreated at the same time, though not as dramatically.

In an instant, an expanded inverted triangle formation appeared before everyone, and the dozen or so undead were involuntarily drawn in, becoming the center of the triangle.

Even the old gatekeeper noticed something amiss. He silently cried out, "[Not good!]" and hurriedly urged the undead trapped in the center of the triangle to retreat.

But it was too late. The Winged Wind Clan had been waiting for this very opportunity. Seeing their plan succeed, they roared simultaneously, and the two outermost Winged Wind Clan members charged forward from the left and right, smashing aside the remaining undead and completely sealing off the triangle.

At this moment, the Winged Wind Clan girl attacked. Her

long sword whip churned rapidly in the air, creating countless high-speed vortexes in the atmosphere. Each vortex was a terrifying whirlpool, devouring the surrounding air and causing it to spin at high speed.

The entire space resembled a surface of water composed of countless whirlpools, its gaping maw large enough to swallow everything.

Sensing impending doom, the undead, their gloomy, expressionless demeanor vanished, emitting shrill, terrified cries from their pale mouths, as if they knew their doom was imminent. "

[Sixth Heaven of Bright Light!]"

Five Winged Wind Clan members simultaneously unleashed the Demon-Slaying Technique, employing a divine skill used to combat evil magic, its power overwhelming. Five spears burst forth with brilliant light, churning the air with countless bolts of lightning, guided by the Winged Wind Clan girl's sword whip, hurtling towards the fourteen undead in the center.

Large beads of sweat beaded on the old gatekeeper's forehead, his eyes wide and bloodshot. Each undead was connected to his soul; the loss of each one was a blow to his spirit.

Black sorcerers who practiced necromancy lacked powerful bodies; their life force would gradually dissipate upon contact with the undead, transferring to the undead they had created.

The old gatekeeper's ability to forge so many undead was undoubtedly formidable. Losing only a few would have been manageable for him.

However, losing so many at once was far beyond his life force's tolerance. Even if he survived, he would be severely weakened, truly becoming a frail old man.

"[Only a desperate gamble is possible:]"

This realization quickly dawned on him. The old gatekeeper bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood that transformed into a red mist, mixed with a strange, bloody stench, enveloping the undead in the arena.

Encouraged by their master's blood, the undead erupted with an incomparably chilling aura, their ferocity surging. Especially the few remaining undead, who charged forward frantically, wielding their scythes and mindlessly hacking at the Winged Wind Clan members.

The air vortex exploded. The sounds were continuous, and flashes of blue smoke and red light, like fireworks, echoed continuously. Strange noises and din all emanated from the battleground between the Winged Wind Clan and the undead. Occasionally, dazzling lights and indistinctly shaped figures moved like streaks of light, spears flashing like lightning, scythes gleaming with ear-piercing wind and thunderous roars, and the sharp blades of swords and whips cutting through the air. Before the figures and the light from the spears were even heard, they were already close, exuding a murderous aura.

Amidst the shrill screams of the undead, two furious, earth-shattering howls rang out, white feathers fluttering in the air.

Two Winged Wind Clan members were sent flying from the battleground, splattering blood everywhere. The triangular encirclement formation had finally broken, a result of the efforts of the undead outside, but at the cost of two of their companions.

Inside the arena, only three of the fourteen undead remained, but these three were also incomplete. Two had lost their right hands, the hands that held their scythes, and the third, even more tragically, had his entire lower body severed.

However, since they weren't human, even with such severe injuries, there wasn't a scene of ruptured intestines

and flowing blood, making the scene look gruesome. On the other hand, several members of the Winged Wind Clan had their skin torn open, some even with wounds so deep they revealed bone, and blood was gushing out.

"Attack!"

Seeing this, the manor owner shouted, ordering his henchmen to charge towards the Winged Wind Clan.

Having used his last bit of strength to retract the undead, the old gatekeeper's body could no longer hold on.

He swayed and collapsed to the ground. Of the twenty-four undead, only six remained, and not even six intact. Such a loss was undoubtedly a terrible blow to him, instantly taking away more than half his life. If all the undead were destroyed, he would only be annihilated.

Beside the old gatekeeper, a large number of henchmen shouted and surged towards the Winged Wind Clan like a tidal wave. Their opponents, except for the Winged Wind Clan girl, were all heavily wounded and their fighting strength greatly reduced. This change naturally boosted the henchmen's confidence.

These rigorously trained thugs formed a tight formation, displaying an impact far more terrifying than any ordinary army. The Winged Wind Clan was thrown into disarray, especially since they also had to care for their two severely wounded comrades, making the situation even more difficult.

To make matters worse, the Winged Wind Clan's injuries were inflicted by the undead. The powerful self-healing abilities of the gods were largely ineffective against the malevolent energy left behind by the undead. On the contrary, the chilling, malevolent energy from the wounds gradually seeped into their bodies, continuously weakening their fighting strength.

Seeing all this, the manor's owner couldn't help but laugh wildly, raising his hand and making a series of hand gestures towards the tower. He was about to activate the manor's secretly set-up [Nine Heavens Blood Light Array] to trap this group of Winged Wind Clan enemies.

[This is really bad!]

Seeing the sky above them shrouded in the Blood Light Array, and the increasing malevolent energy below, the Winged Wind Clan girl secretly smiled bitterly, while her companions were also secretly alarmed.

It seems Liangping Manor's strength is many times greater than they anticipated, and they were somewhat careless.

However, the Winged Wind Clan only dispatched a few people this time because of the disastrous consequences of their attack on Ye Tianlong in Qingzhou.

In that battle, not only did they fail to eliminate Ye Tianlong, but they also lost more than ten Xitong experts, and two Special Grade experts, Feng Jingtian and Feng Aotian, were severely injured and had to return to the mountain to heal.

Therefore, upon receiving intelligence on their way back that Liangping Manor was actually raising demonic creatures, they decided to send another Special Grade expert, the Winged Wind Clan girl Feng Xiaoyu, to lead five Xitong experts to Liangping Manor to eliminate the demonic creatures.

Although the crescent moon in the sky had disappeared, its influence caused the Yin energy emanating from the Ghost Eyes to grow stronger, and coupled with the increasingly intense and abnormally strong fishy smell emanating from the Blood Light Array, this smell was a pungent sweet fragrance mixed with a pungent bloody stench, causing people to feel dizzy and weak.

But for Ye Tianlong, he had long felt a strange exhilaration, especially when the Blood Light Array was formed. He suddenly felt

an incomparably powerful force surging through his body, flowing freely throughout, his limbs brimming with boundless strength, almost bursting forth. He felt

as if he had been reborn. Before his eyes appeared a fiery battlefield, an endless wilderness where countless armies were frantically and repeatedly fighting, rivers of blood flowing, the world shrouded in darkness. And there he was, fighting to his heart's content, galloping freely, nothing able to stop him.

Never before had he felt such a sense of control over the world. He truly loved this feeling, even wishing it would forever remain with him, placing him above all things.

It was an unforgettable sense of superiority; he almost wanted to roar and charge out to wreak havoc.

Fortunately, deep within Ye Tianlong's body, another voice, another force, constantly rebounded, struggling, reminding him not to be overwhelmed by this thrill of controlling the world.

This resistance, though slight, kept Ye Tianlong slivered of clarity, preventing him from breaking free.

Although the Winged Wind Clan's movements became somewhat sluggish, their opponents still couldn't gain much of an advantage. After all, these mountain stronghold fighters were merely a group of specially trained warriors, and the gap between them and the gods was still significant. As the fierce battle continued, their casualties steadily increased.

However, the strength of these fighters surprised the Winged Wind Clan. As long as they didn't suffer any fatal injuries, they could continue to attack their opponents, engaging in relentless combat. At the beginning, the Winged Wind Clan really suffered quite a bit because of this.

[Bring out our treasure!]

Seeing that the battle wasn't unfolding as he'd anticipated, the manor's owner immediately decided to unleash his final move. He turned and shouted an order to the people inside the central room: "

[As long as we obtain the lives of the gods, our treasure will become incredibly powerful. Let these self-important god fools become our treasure's food.]"

The commotion inside the room intensified, with the shouts of the seven green-robed men who had entered earlier echoing out. Strange sonic booms and the scraping of chains mingled together, momentarily drowning out the sounds of the battle.

Seeing her companions' fighting strength waning, Feng Xiaoyu flicked her sword whip, unleashing a vortex of energy that spread outwards, forcing her enemies back several steps.

"[You retreat!]"

With a sharp shout, Feng Xiaoyu's sword whip straightened like a spear, and the Winged Wind Clan members beside her immediately understood and took two steps back.

Imperceptible rays of light emanated from Feng Xiaoyu, forming an ever-expanding vortex centered on her. The short sword at the tip of her sword whip emitted a dazzling light, which grew increasingly intense, pressing down on her opponent like an invisible wall of light.

Feng Xiaoyu unleashed the third move of the Winged Wind Clan's Demon-Slaying Technique, [Bright Light True Water]. This ultimate technique, which only Winged Wind Clan's top-level experts could cultivate, indeed possessed an irresistible power. An intangible yet undeniably palpable killing intent pressed down on everyone standing in front of her, making it difficult for them to breathe.

Even the manor owner standing at a distance clearly felt this terrifying mental pressure, a power capable of destroying a person's fighting spirit and mind.

Feng Xiaoyu's clothes flowed gracefully without wind, and the pair of flawless white wings on her back swayed slightly. Combined with her tall figure and beautiful face, they formed an incomparably beautiful picture. The aura of death and the allure of a charming woman were so strangely intertwined.

Ye Tianlong was also shaken by this moment, yet the scene felt strangely familiar, as if he had witnessed it millions of years ago.

Unconsciously, a powerful killing intent emanated from him, growing stronger and stronger, not only overpowering the killing intent emanating from Feng Xiaoyu but also beginning to press down on everyone present.

Feng Xiaoyu, possessing the highest martial arts skill among them, quickly sensed this shift in energy. Her brow furrowed slightly; her opponent's strength was increasingly exceeding her expectations, diminishing her confidence in completing this demon-slaying mission. Ye

Tianlong saw the Winged Wind Clan girl move, then move again, but then suddenly she vanished. Only the sword whip, standing upright like a spear, occupied everyone's view. Then, even the sword whip disappeared, leaving only the dazzling light at the tip of the short sword.

The next moment, this light erupted, concentric circles of light radiating rapidly forward, engulfing the enemies in front. In an instant, limbs flew, heads shattered, and the dying screams of the thugs echoed.

Those thugs unaffected scrambled away from the scene, their faces contorted, their eyes filled with undisguised horror. Feng Xiaoyu's attack was simply too terrifying, exceeding their psychological limits. "

[You actually used demonic technology to modify these thugs!]"

Feng Xiaoyu, pale after unleashing her ultimate technique, still held an unwavering resolve in her eyes. Through the light waves emitted by the Bright Light True Water, she clearly sensed the demonic energy hidden within her opponent's body.

Only demonic creatures possessed this chilling aura, and the higher the level of the demon, the stronger this aura.

Suddenly, a massive surge of chilling energy erupted, rushing towards Feng Xiaoyu like a tidal wave. Even with her powerful protective martial arts, she still felt a chill run down her spine.

The Winged Wind Clan members behind Feng Xiaoyu were even paler. Such an aura could only be possessed by powerful demons existing in the Demon Realm; how could it appear in such a place?

[Bang!] With a loud crash, the doors and windows of the enormous house were shattered by tremendous force.

Amidst the billowing dust, three enormous monsters appeared before them. The monster in front had three heads; the middle one resembled the head of a beautiful woman with long, flowing hair, while the two smaller heads on either side had snake-like bodies, sharp claws, and four thick, powerful legs beneath its barrel-like body.

The two monsters behind were tigers with two tiger heads, and their tails were constantly extending and retracting venomous snakes, their fiery red tongues flickering in and out.

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