Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate
Chapter 1313 - 682: Extinction_2

Chapter 1313: Chapter 682: Extinction_2

Lin Tianhu and Lin Tianfeng wasted no time, each finding a battlefield not far from Qin Xi.

Their objective was clear—they sought to join the battles where their side was at a slight disadvantage.

In truth, their intentions were transparent; they hoped that by killing their enemies, they could claim greater rewards.

After all, having come this far, they naturally aimed to maximize their benefits.

Moreover, those who were at a disadvantage naturally needed assistance.

Their intervention could immediately turn the tide of battle in their favor.

Once their opponents were slain, not only would they reap greater rewards, but they would also silently accrue a debt of gratitude from those they helped.

In this way, it was truly a win-win choice.

Under such circumstances, the three of them acted with utmost determination and effort.

With Qin Xi and her group joining the fray, the balance on their battlefield shifted dramatically.

Previously, their allies had been on the defensive, but with the arrival of Qin Xi and her group, the tide swiftly turned, and they quickly gained the upper hand.

As for the larger battlefield, although the three major factions had been at a disadvantage before, they had not shown signs of collapse in the short term.

Now, with the intervention of Qin Xi and her group, the entire dynamic had visibly changed.

In the wake of these changes, the forces of the three major factions were retreating step by step, appearing to be on the verge of total collapse.

Seeing this, Lin Tianming nodded in satisfaction, thinking that this battle would likely proceed without requiring his involvement.

However, he remained cautious, secretly observing the movements of the Lin Family members.

Should Qin Xi or her companions face any danger, he would immediately rush to their rescue.

After all, the benefits of this battle paled in comparison to their lives.

Understanding this, Lin Tianming prepared himself for any unexpected developments.

Afterward, he stood quietly at the side, taking the opportunity to recover the True Essence Mana he had exhausted during the battle.

A quarter of an hour passed.

The cries of pain and loud explosions on the battlefield gradually lessened, going from frequent outbursts to sporadic occurrences, as the chaos slowly settled into calm.

At this moment, Lin Tianming, having meditated for a while, felt his True Essence Mana recover slightly.

Hearing the diminishing sounds of the battlefield, he opened his eyes and immediately glanced across the battlefield.

As far as the eye could see, the battlefield was in utter ruin. The formerly flat ground was now riddled with craters and trenches, leaving a scene of devastation.

Scattered across the ground were severed limbs and torn bodies, with scarlet blood having dyed the earth red. The metallic scent of blood was suffocatingly thick in the air.

At this moment, only three people from the three major factions remained alive. Among them was Wu Chengfeng, alongside one Mid Stage Golden Core Cultivator from the Tianqing Sect.

The only survivor from the Xie Family was also a Mid Stage Golden Core Cultivator.

As for the Li Family, one of the three major factions, the forces they had committed to the battle had been entirely annihilated.

The remaining three—the sole survivors—stood pale and blood-soaked, their Daoist robes drenched in red.

Their bodies bore numerous wounds of varying severity, and their auras were weak to the extreme, clearly indicating they had suffered grievous injuries.

Surrounded on all sides, the three survivors were encircled by a group of Liang Family cultivators. At each point of the compass, several Golden Core Cultivators stood, gazing at them coldly with murderous intent and mocking smiles.

Seeing this scene, Lin Tianming noticed the fury in the eyes of Liang Shaorong and his group. It was as if they wished to devour Wu Chengfeng and the others alive.

However, unlike them, Wu Chengfeng appeared exceptionally calm in the face of their glares. A faint smile graced his lips, showing neither fear nor panic, as though he had reconciled himself to his fate.

It wasn’t surprising upon reflection. After all, the three major factions were now reduced to just these three individuals, each gravely injured, their strength diminished by more than half from their peak.

Conversely, the Liang Family still had over twenty cultivators alive.

Moreover, two mighty figures—Liang Shaorong and Lin Tianming—remained present on the battlefield.

With such overwhelming numbers, Wu Chengfeng and his companions were like birds trapped in a cage, with no hope of escape.

Even attempting an act of desperation, such as Self-Detonating their Golden Cores, seemed nearly impossible in their current predicament.

After all, Self-Detonating a Golden Core required time.

What’s more, the battlefield was swarming with Golden Core Cultivators, many of them exceptionally powerful.

Under the watchful eyes of so many strong adversaries, attempting even the slightest aggressive move, let alone Self-Detonation, seemed utterly unrealistic.

Having cultivated to the Late Stage Golden Core level, Wu Chengfeng was no fool; he fully understood the severity of his predicament.

Faced with such insurmountable odds, he instead found a peculiar calm and inwardly accepted his inevitable end.

Seeing Wu Chengfeng’s composed demeanor, Liang Shaorong’s fury burned even more intensely.

To him, Wu Chengfeng and his companions were lambs awaiting slaughter. Fear and terror should have been the proper responses.

Yet, Wu Chengfeng’s expression—a calmness that transcended life and death—was completely unexpected and deeply unsettling.

Wu Chengfeng’s unruffled attitude was an affront to Liang Shaorong, leaving him unsatisfied and even more incensed.

With this frustration in his heart, Liang Shaorong glared at Wu Chengfeng and couldn’t help but question him angrily.

"Wu, you old ghost, you’re already doomed. What are you smiling about?"

Hearing this, Wu Chengfeng chuckled lightly, his face indifferent.

"Heh... Liang, you old ghost, if you’re going to kill me, just do it. Why waste time with words?"

"Since I came here, I’ve never intended to leave alive!"

At this moment, Wu Chengfeng stared back fearlessly, retorting sharply. There wasn’t a shred of hesitation in his tone.

Moreover, Wu Chengfeng showed no intention of begging for mercy, clearly having accepted his fate.

The other two survivors likewise bore expressions of defiance, mixing scorn with mockery as they spoke up in agreement.

"Senior Brother Wu is right!"

"At this point, we’ve long been prepared to face death!"

"If you’re going to kill us, then do it! Stop wasting words!"

The Tianqing Sect cultivator spoke with unwavering resolve, his pale face flushing slightly with emotion.

Hearing this, Liang Shaorong’s anger surged further.

Their unyielding defiance in such a dire situation—refusing to beg for mercy and instead facing death head-on—only served to enrage him more.

Far from satisfying him, their composure infuriated him further.

With a cold laugh, Liang Shaorong sneered.

"Good... very good!"

"Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish!"

With that, killing intent surged in Liang Shaorong’s eyes as he stirred his magical treasure. A brilliant light shot forth.

In the next instant, a shriek echoed across the battlefield.

The sole surviving Xie Family Golden Core Cultivator fell, unable to resist, his body collapsing lifelessly to the ground.

A ghastly wound ran through his chest, and his aura dwindled until it faded entirely.

The scene played out in an instant. Wu Chengfeng only saw a flash of light before witnessing the Xie Family cultivator crumble to the ground.

Watching his companion perish and feeling the dissipating aura, Wu Chengfeng’s face briefly flickered between green and white.

The sight of a comrade being slain before his eyes was undeniably jarring.

However, Wu Chengfeng quickly regained his composure, his heart settling once more.

Prepared for his own death, Wu Chengfeng stood motionless, awaiting what would come next.

Noticing Wu Chengfeng’s apparent lack of fear, Liang Shaorong wasted no more time.

With two swift strikes, he dispatched Wu Chengfeng and his fellow sect brother, ending their lives in succession.

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