Tai Yin and Hei Yi, one a ghost and the other a demon, often consorted together, a perfect pair of close friends.
With the addition of Tai Yin, Feng Xi, and the Divine Lord, the entire battlefield rapidly tilted towards the Ten Directions Empire, and their opponents even began to sustain casualties.
"Monk, stop watching, hurry up and help!"
The more than three hundred thousand Buddhist disciples behind Di Zang ignored everything else, their attacks pouring down like water onto the soldiers. Although they couldn't inflict any damage, they could accelerate the depletion of the soldiers' energy. Strangely, Di Zang acted like an outsider, ignoring the soldiers ahead and instead focusing on the quasi-emperor battlefield on Yue Xia's side.
"Heaven and Earth Law, all things are fate. I didn't expect to encounter two fated individuals here."
Di Zang's voice echoed through the heavens and earth, carrying a mysterious Buddhist charm. Fa Tian, who was locked in a fierce battle, and the three supreme elders of Buddhism he brought with him, trembled violently. A hint of struggle flickered in their eyes, and their attacks faltered for a moment.
"Fa Tian! What are you doing?" Xian Cheng's swordplay flew, blocking a fatal blow for the four Buddhist disciples.
Di Zang, however, smiled slightly and flicked his finger on the Vajra pestle in front of him. Instantly, the sound of silver bells rang throughout heaven and earth. Di Zang's originally grey monk robe suddenly transformed into a crimson kasaya, and his Buddhist radiance flared intensely. A great sun quietly rose behind him.
"Buddha's Light Saves All, the Great Evolution is Boundless, lay down your butcher's knife, and turn back to the shore!" At this moment, Di Zang was enveloped in dazzling golden light. His Buddhist mouth opened, and an endless stream of "卍" symbols sprouted in the air, carrying his Buddhist essence and sweeping across both battlefields.
The eyes of the four Buddhist disciples were struck by dozens of faint "卍" symbols under Di Zang's Buddhist chant, and the Buddhist radiance on their bodies erupted wildly with the sound of Di Zang's chant.
"A whole day has passed, when will our reinforcements arrive? If not, should we just retreat first!" Although Di Zang and his group's appearance did not directly participate in the quasi-emperor battlefield, the psychological pressure they exerted on Xian Cheng and the others was immense.
"I'll ask again," Yu Ming said nervously. Fifty quasi-emperor demon beasts and thirty-three quasi-emperor cultivators, once they cleared out the elite soldiers, it would be difficult for them to escape.
"Damn it, who the hell is that monk? A human, yet possessing pure ghost energy and vast Buddhist essence? How can he be so strange?" Gui Yuan shouted, his tone revealing his wariness of Di Zang.
"Why don't we escape first?" On the other side, Mo Zi Mo Ang trembled as he said.
"What the hell, Mo Ang, why are you hiding so far away?"
It was better for Mo Ang to remain silent, but the moment he spoke, he attracted everyone's attention. It was then that everyone realized his opponent was a quasi-emperor whose foundation was not yet stable, Qin Zhan, the weakest existence in the Ten Directions Empire.
With Mo Ang's strength, facing Qin Zhan alone would be no problem, let alone three. Yet now, the two were locked in a back-and-forth battle, which was very unusual. After all, despite their occasional mockery of his origins, there was no denying that this fellow's strength was formidable and ruthless.
"If you guys hadn't insisted on fighting, I would have run away long ago. See that guy thrown out by the military formation? The aura on him is definitely the natural enemy of our demon race. With him around, we can't even exert eighty percent of our strength!"
What?
Upon hearing Mo Ang's words, Xian Cheng felt his entire being go awry. He turned to look at the other three supreme elders of the Demon King's Palace and found that, as Mo Ang had said, their strength was indeed greatly suppressed.
Fortunately, they communicated through divine sense, otherwise, if Hei Yi had overheard them, he might have abandoned his mission and come over to scare them to death.
On the battlefield, more and more elite soldiers were being killed. As time went by, Xian Cheng and the others began to grow anxious.
If reinforcements didn't arrive soon, all one hundred thousand elite soldiers they had brought would be annihilated here.
One hundred thousand elites! This already accounted for forty percent of the combat power of the Five Great Sects! Even for these Five Great Hidden Sects, such a loss would be a severe blow, and it would take millions of years of development to recover.
"Retreat, let's enter the Cold Forest Star Domain first! See if we can find a way to circle back!" Xian Cheng gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
If this continued, not only would all one hundred thousand elites be wiped out, but they themselves, the quasi-emperors, could also perish. At that point, not only would their identities as young lords be revoked, but they might even be directly dismissed.
"We should have left long ago!" Upon hearing Xian Cheng's words, Mo Ang excitedly threw Qin Zhan aside and instantly appeared beside Xian Cheng.
"Retreat? Alright! Xian Cheng, your flying sword is the fastest. Whether we can escape depends on you." Gui Yuan and Shen Yu, hearing this, hesitated for a moment before slowly moving closer to Xian Cheng.
Clearly, they also knew that once they retreated, death would await the elite realm cultivators. They also understood more clearly that after this incident, the five of them would definitely be punished by their respective sects, and it might even affect their arrangements within the Fu Tian Empire.
However, being alive was better than being dead.
Nineteen quasi-emperors gathered around Xian Cheng in less than a moment, and Xian Cheng finally had the opportunity to release his flying sword.
However, it was not as large as before, but two meters wide and nearly thirty meters long, just large enough to accommodate all twenty of them.
They were going to escape!
When Yue Xia and the others saw them gather, they thought they had a formation similar to the military formation, and they were all on high alert. They never expected these aloof prodigies of the hidden sects to choose to flee.
They were too afraid of death! Where were their trump cards? Why didn't they use them?
"Everyone, get on the flying sword!" Xian Cheng said coldly.
"You all go first, I'll cover the rear." Fa Tian looked at the flying sword behind him, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and then, together with the three supreme elders of Buddhism, they used almost all their strength to block the attacks of Yue Xia and the others.
"Madmen! If they weren't afraid of friendly fire, would those four baldies have self-detonated on the spot?"
In response, Yue Xia was also helpless. In quasi-emperor battles, very few people would be so insane as to use all the energy in their Dantian. The reason quasi-emperors rarely died was that they always saved some energy to escape. Energy combined with laws, plus entering the void unexpectedly, made it almost impossible to fail to escape.