The Unbeatable Uncle-Grandmaster
Chapter 59: Even the Highest Mountain Will Not Stop Flooding
Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!
Shen Zhiwen's body lit up with a dazzling black light. He charged forward like an ancient beast and arrived in front of the holy maiden of the Wind Lightning Sect in the blink of an eye.
"Are you okay?"
Shen Zhiwen asked as he waved his hand to chase away the Purple Spirit Race expert.
"You are ... the eldest brother of the Yellow Profound Sect, Shen Zhiwen?"
The woman was stunned for a moment before she said in surprise.
The Profound Yellow Sect had never had a holy son or daughter. Instead, they only had the eldest brother. Su Yan had seen this young man before, so he quickly recognized him.
"Haha, that's right."
Shen Zhiwen laughed and asked again, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Su Yan shook his head, his expression slightly changed. "Be careful!"
Shen Zhiwen did not turn around. His palm instantly emitted a dazzling black light that devoured the demonic beast behind him.
As the eldest brother of the Profound Yellow Sect, Shen Zhiwen's cultivation was only half a step away from the Highest Stage. In a situation where no other Supreme Stage expert or Legendary Stage expert was present, he was one of the strongest existences on the battlefield.
At this moment, the Supreme Stage experts and Legendary Stage experts were all busy fighting in the sky to avoid affecting the soldiers below due to their powerful destructive power.
In fact, Su Yan's strength was about the same as Shen Zhiwen's, but he was outnumbered. After several days of fighting, he had already suffered heavy injuries. This was why he was defeated by a random expert from the Purple Spirit Race.
“Your injury is too serious. You need to back off first. ”
Shen Zhiwen said seriously.
"No, I want to avenge Sect Master!"
Su Yan gritted his teeth and said firmly.
At this point in the battle, both sides fought fiercely and with killing intent, hoping they could destroy the other party. Under such circumstances and given the death of the patriarch of the Wind Lightning Sect, how could Su Yan retreat?
Right at this moment, a disciple of the Wind Lightning Sect rushed towards the army of moth-like demonic beasts to the flames. Just as he was about to drown in the sea of opponents, a dazzling light suddenly lit up in his body, creating a terrifying storm of spirit energy!
This disciple had chosen to self-destruct at the last moment of his life!
Immediately after, as if fuses had been ignited, the disciples of the Wind Lightning Sect destroyed themselves one after another and perished along with the army of ferocious beasts.
"Hahaha, b*son of, dead!"
"I'll show you how strong I am!"
"Dead!"
Seeing this, the disciples from the other sects also joined in self-destruction, creating a storm of spirit energy on the plains, and perished together with the army of demon beasts and purple demons.
"Stop! What are you guys doing?"
Shen Zhiwen's eyes glazed over. He wants to stop this.
"First Senior Brother, I will hand over the Profound Yellow Sect to you in the future!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a disciple from the Profound Yellow Sect suddenly passed by Shen Zhiwen and attacked the demon beast army, then exploded like a bomb.
"No!"
Shen Zhiwen's expression was sinister. He suddenly remembered a poem his master had read: “Even the highest mountain will not stop the flood, only flesh and blood can be piled into the dam. I will not return, may heaven rest my soul.”.
In the past, Shen Zhiwen did not understand the meaning of this poem, but now he finally understood.
Just as Shen Zhiwen was about to unleash all of his spirit energy and fight towards the army of ferocious beasts, a fierce roar suddenly sounded from the sky: Retreat!
Despite being just a single word, Shen Zhiwen could still tell that the owner of the voice was the patriarch of the Ancient Mystery Sect, Tian Jizi. He was openly recognized as the strongest expert of the Human Race in the Southern Land!
The explosion!
In the next moment, a huge beam of spirit energy fell from the sky. Even space is distorted. It smashed into the enemy camp and instantly devoured countless demonic beasts and Purple Spirit Race warriors.
Only experts above the Legendary Stage could achieve such strength.
"Retreat!"
"Uncle-Master?"
Shen Zhiwen was stunned when he saw that person's face.
"Uncle-Master, what happened?"
"There's no time to explain. Let's get out of here."
The person said expressionlessly with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"But the holy maiden of the Wind Lightning Sect is still here ..."
Shen Zhiwen turned around, but he did not see Su Yan.
“Heh heh, he is the future hope of the Lightning Wind Sect. You don't have to worry about him. ”
As he spoke, the person pointed forward. Only then did Shen Zhiwen realize that Su Yan had been saved by the higher-ups of the Lightning Wind Sect.
Some cultivators with quick reactions immediately turned around and left after hearing the word "retreat". They have no doubt at all. As for those who were slow to react, they hurriedly retreated after being reminded by their friend.
Once this word was spoken, the originally intense battle immediately became one-sided. No one expected the patriarch of the Ancient Mystery Sect to order a retreat.
As for the demon beasts and the Purple Spirit Race, they clearly had no intention of letting go of this opportunity and decided to chase after the enemy. They followed behind the Four Major Sects. Fortunately, due to the previous radiance of spirit energy, the demon beasts and the Purple Spirit Race army had fallen into a short and slightly slower period of chaos. Even so, there were still some cultivators who had been captured and surrounded.
"Uncle-Master, if this continues, we'll all be wiped out."
Watching this scene, Shen Zhiwen gritted his teeth and said. He did not understand why they had to retreat. Once they retreated, it would be equivalent to the fall of the Southern Land!
"If we stay, we'll be completely wiped out."
Uncle-Master Shen Zhiwen was a tall middle-aged man. Even though he was old, one could tell that he must have been a handsome man when he was young.
“What really happened?”
Shen Zhiwen was unwilling to ask again.
“There are too many high-level experts from the demon beasts and the Purple Spirit Race. If this continues, everyone will die here. If not for the Legendary Stage experts delaying the battle, none of us would have been able to escape. ”
The middle-aged man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sighed.
"Rubber!"
Suddenly, a deafening roar sounded. All cultivators below the Heaven Stage felt as if they were struck by lightning, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
The clouds spread out, and a huge dragon as deep as obsidian flew down from the sky. Its wings spread out, covering the sky and causing strong winds.
"The real body of the Great Void Dragon?"
Seeing this, Shen Zhiwen was shocked. He finally understood why the patriarch of the Ancient Mystery Sect gave the order to retreat.
It was a super demon beast with a bloodline of saint beasts. Even in the Legendary Stage, it was rarely matched by enemies. It was said that it had lived in the Death Spirit Valley for thousands of years and was the strongest demonic beast in the Southern Land. They had not expected it to also participate in this war!
“Hah!”
The Great Void Dragon opened its bloody mouth and spat out streams of pitch-black flames that swept out toward the human cultivators. At the same time, a beam of spirit energy fell from the sky and blocked the pitch-black flames. This prevented casualties for the human cultivators.
“That is a Big Empty Dragon! Run!"
Everyone turned pale from fear. Facing a Legendary Stage demonic beast, no matter how many people fought against it, they would only seek death. Only a Legendary Stage cultivator could fight a Legendary Stage demon beast.
"Has the Southern Land really been destroyed this time?"
Desperation appeared on Shen Zhiwen's face. This was the first time he felt this weak.
Suddenly, Shen Zhiwen saw a figure moving in the opposite direction of the crowd.
What the fuck?
Rubbing his eyes, Shen Zhiwen was convinced that he had not seen wrong. He saw that on the plains below, a somewhat skinny figure in white clothes was slowly moving towards the demon beasts and the Purple Spirit Race army. He looked out of place with all the human cultivators retreating.
"Hi! Run, don't go there!”
Shen Zhiwen shouted out loudly, but the person acted as if he did not hear it and continued forward.
In a daze, Shen Zhiwen felt like he had seen this figure somewhere before.