novelraw Chapter 379: Fierce Battle – Exotic Beast Corpses Fall Like Rain, Corpses Form Mountains and Blood Seas, Bodies Strewn Everywhere
Chapter 379: Fierce Battle – Exotic Beast Corpses Fall Like Rain, Corpses Form Mountains and Blood Seas, Bodies Strewn Everywhere
And behind all of this, Lin Ping’an’s contributions cannot be ignored.
The evil cultivation techniques he once released were like the first rays of sunlight at dawn.
Lighting up the path forward for the martial arts world of Great Xia, elevating the strength of martial artists across the civilization to the Sixth Grade Quasi-Master Level.
This is not just a numerical leap, but the crystallization of countless people’s sweat and wisdom, a powerful demonstration of Great Xia’s martial arts foundation.
In this Guardian City, every martial artist has been bathed in the baptism of the cultivation techniques, reaching the Sixth Grade Peak cultivation level.
Everyone is worthy of being called a powerhouse in their own right.
Now, the eyes of many martial artists of Great Xia are firm and sharp, their movements agile and decisive.
Facing the advancing army of exotic beasts, they wield their weapons, unleashing powerful moves, slaughtering these once feared exotic beasts as easily as slicing through tofu.
Every move and stance showcases immense strength and unparalleled confidence.
Each strike, each punch, carries with it the power of a thunderous force, dissolving the exotic beasts’ offensives into nothing.
In just a matter of moments, the previously vibrant and fierce exotic beasts.
Under the fierce onslaught of Great Xia’s powerhouses, piled into small mountains of corpses and bones.
The fierce glow that once flickered in their large beastly eyes has extinguished, leaving only hollow and frightening skulls, witnessing this brutal battle.
On the battlefield, crimson blood saturates the land, mixed with shattered scales and feathers, creating a shocking scene.
The air is thick with the stench of blood, almost solidifying and soaring into the sky, making one’s stomach churn.
Yet this stinging odor doesn’t cause the martial artists of Great Xia to retreat in the slightest; instead, it strengthens their resolve to protect their homeland.
At this moment, those representing Great Xia’s strongest fighting force, the Eighth Grade Grandmasters and Ninth Grade Powerhouses, stand like towering mountains in the sky.
These figures, under the reflection of the setting sun’s rays, appear solemn and majestic.
However, they do not intentionally adopt the stance of aloof masters, unwilling to engage in battle.
Instead, it’s because their battle hasn’t truly begun; more formidable creatures, the Beast Generals, Beast Kings, and even Beast Emperors, still hide in the distant darkness, waiting for their chance.
Despite watching countless comrades fall before them, the pain in their hearts cuts like a knife.
Yet, in pursuit of the slim possibility of victory, Great Xia’s powerhouses choose resilience and patience.
At this moment, they tightly grasp their divine weapons, eyes firmly fixed on the distance.
Letting their grief and helplessness transform into endless strength, silently accumulating, awaiting the moment of eruption.
Like them, the martial artists fighting below understand.
Only by preserving strength can they deliver a fatal blow at a critical moment, defending Great Xia’s dignity and peace.
However, fortunately, the average strength of Great Xia is high enough, such that for these Sixth Grade Peak Quasi-Master martial artists.
Middle-Low Tier Exotic Beasts pose no threat at all, merely routine consumption before the true battle.
High above, Lin Ping’an stands atop the clouds, his deep eyes like a sea of stars, indifferently gazing at the distant battlefield.
His figure stands unwavering in the wind, his clothes rustling, seemingly merging with the heavens and earth.
His gaze lacks any hint of tension or anxiety, only an extraordinary calm and composure.
At this moment, Lin Ping’an also has not participated in this intense battle.
Instead, he opts to be an observer, quietly waiting for developments.
For Great Xia, this battle is not just a mortal struggle, but also a trial of will and strength, a baptism of blood and fire.
From beginning to end, he has not positioned himself as the caretaker of civilization, an all-encompassing guardian.
Unless faced with a life-and-death crisis, or if it directly concerns Lin Ping’an’s own interests.
Otherwise, he prefers not to intervene in those battles that should be faced and resolved by Great Xia itself.
In his view, true strength does not stem from external protection, but from inner resilience and tempering.
A civilization untested by war is like a hothouse flower; while beautiful, it cannot withstand the ravages of wind and rain.
Excessive pampering and protection only make civilization fragile and ultimately lead to its downfall in true tribulations.
Conversely, only through the baptism of blood and fire can an indestructible core of strength be forged.
"Born in peril, died in comfort."
This is an eternal truth.
Moreover, Lin Ping’an has released countless cultivation techniques with astonishing effects, lighting up the path of martial arts for Great Xia like a galaxy of brilliant stars.
Moreover, he has helped them to tide over several calamities, clearing various implicit threats, and securing precious time for cultivation and self-improvement.
However, if under such conditions Great Xia’s martial artists still cannot withstand the exotic beasts’ assault.
It only indicates their lack of steadfast determination and perseverance, truly helpless failures.
A group that, in the face of mortal trials, merely retreats as cowards.
This recognition, though cruel, is realistic, akin to weeds growing wildly in a nursery, affecting the growth of truly valuable plants if not timely trimmed and cleared.
Just as tending to a nursery carefully, those martial artists who cannot withstand tempering or fail to grow must undergo strict selection and elimination.
Only through this can their failures be transformed into nourishment, nurturing more resilient, courageous, and diligent martial artists.
Only thus can the martial arts realm of Great Xia flourish with vitality, birthing greater power, and growing sturdily amidst stormy trials.
Falling is merely because their cultivation is insufficient and their strength is not yet strong.
On the path of martial arts, death is always a constant companion.
Meanwhile.
Behind the exotic beast horde, a group of terrifyingly oppressed exotic beasts waits silently for orders from above.
For them, the timing of battle never depends on themselves.
To those Dragon Race’s Beast Emperors and Beast God Level beings, powerhouses of other races are mere cannon fodder, expendable resources.
Of course, the Middle-Low Tier Exotic Beasts, are even more disposable cannon fodder, their deaths of no concern.
As long as the bloodline suppression effect exists, countless can be easily gathered from the depths of the Mountain and Sea Realm.
For them, even if these worthless beings can only drain a tiny bit of the enemy’s Qi Blood power, it’s always a beneficial result.
In the sky, countless grotesque flying exotic beasts, like demons breaking free from the Hell Abyss, rush toward the ground with an atmosphere of destruction.
At that moment, a large number of Seventh Grade Grandmaster Level martial artists of Great Xia stepped forward, joining the battle.