In the sky, Master Xu remained calm, though it was just a facade.

One can't blame him for always pressuring Li Chuping; he himself was under immense pressure. Over forty Masters from various southwestern factions kept asking him repeatedly why the planned actions had not yet been carried out. Was the plan a failure, or were they waiting for the right moment?

If Daoist Tianfeng could not accomplish it, they would have to find another way. Such a decisive battle might not be beneficial to them, and even a victory would be a Pyrrhic one, not worth the cost.

The best solution would be to withdraw from Blue Mountain Island and find another battlefield, not seeking to annihilate but to rout; in the art of war, cornering the opponent to the point of desperation is a foolish strategy as it often means they will fight to the death, dragging one down with them. It's essential to leave them a way out, allowing for a harrying slaughter as they flee!

In response to the urging and questioning of these faction Masters, Master Xu had no choice but to keep repeating Li Chuping's set of excuses. He had complained to Li Chuping twice, yet these Masters had complained to him over a hundred times!

In terms of restraint, Master Xu was indeed very strong, so strong that he seemed a bit stubborn.

This time, even Xiao Zhen, the most composed and calm among the Masters, was discussing with him,

"Brother Xu, should we consider a backup plan? Our Anhe's Tianfeng might have been led astray by your Sect Hierarch..."

Master Xu was livid. This old fox, even now, didn't forget to pass the buck.

Just then, an inexplicable force suddenly swept across, engulfing the entire Blue Mountain Island and even hundreds of miles beyond its perimeter.

In an instant, spiritual power was cut off, and mana was disrupted. Everyone turned into strong-bodied mortals!

Above the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain, it started raining dumplings. Over two hundred thousand dumplings descended from the sky, and while the bodies of Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators were robust enough to withstand the fall, for Foundation Establishment demons, a drop from hundreds of feet could be fatal.

The most crucial point was that every human cultivator was prepared. They were informed upon arriving that the restraints of the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain would be restored during battle, so they had to be prepared in advance. Thus, everyone carried a large backpack, not in a Treasure Gourd, but like a mortal with it strapped behind them, in case they couldn't retrieve items without mana!

What was in the backpack?

An umbrella, a set of armor, a bow and arrows, several weapons, and various miscellaneous items they liked, like lime...

The restraints of the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain restored, and all Masters felt reassured. This was the best time, for the Sea Clan's formation was also in disarray, intermingled with theirs. After landing, they could attack.

For mortals, in the few brief moments of falling from the sky, they essentially had no ability to respond, dominated by fear, able to do nothing but scream; but for cultivators, it was different. They were long accustomed to the sky, and those who reached the Golden Core Realm had at least spent nearly a hundred years flying in the sky, making it a habit.

No one panicked; they relaxed their bodies, lay flat, and drew out the large umbrella made of special materials from behind... They had practiced these steps many times in the month en route to Blue Mountain Island.

The swift ones could even don armor single-handedly in those brief moments.

The fall of humans and the Sea Clan was entirely different. The Sea Clan fell solidly, with thuds, while human cultivators fell prepared. During the month on the floater, they had discussed landing tactics countless times.

In the sky, they were a group of cultivators; on the ground, they instantly turned into a group of soldiers, with long spears lined up in the front row and bows in hand in the back. Before the Sea Clan could even get up, cheering, the killing machine had already begun to roll over them.

Very primitive, very violent.

Most deadly was that the Sea Clan had no psychological preparation, and this left them bewildered when suddenly encountering danger; should they run or stay? Fight or surrender? Where to regroup? Whose orders to follow? In which direction to go?

A thousand sea demons had a thousand voices, noisy and chaotic, completely losing any semblance of formation, turning into tens of thousands of a horde of rabble, with tens of thousands of small demons directly falling to their deaths.

Perceiving the chaos of the Sea Clan, the human forces immediately took the most aggressive approach. They no longer pursued formation depth but expanded their attack arc as much as possible to spread panic and create the most deadly route of retreat on the battlefield.

At this time, no Sea Clan thought of its tens of thousands; just standing there to be hacked would take half a day. They were completely dominated by fear, only knowing to run outward, as far from the Divine Mountain as possible.

Once this rout began, it could not be stopped, compounded by humans running even faster behind them.

The Sea Demons' disadvantage on land was greatly magnified. Originally, it didn't matter while flying in the sky, but once forbidden by the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain's law, they could no longer maintain human form and could only revert to their true form.

What's deadly is that they had no legs!

If they were a group of mountain beasts, no problem, they'd run faster than humans; if they were flying beasts, even better, they could still fly; but they were sea beasts, with scales, fins, whiskers, and spines, yet no legs.

Too deadly.

Realizing the situation was going better than expected, Master Xu made a decisive decision. He took out a special red firework from his bosom and shook his hand to send it soaring into the sky. At the same time, other Masters did the same.

This was one of the pre-planned countermeasures. If the firework was red, it meant to call for the Foundation Establishment cultivators three hundred miles away to come and help, not stay in place foolishly waiting.

They never thought they'd need to use it, yet the situation had developed so smoothly that staying in place was meaningless.

Slaughter, exceptionally bloody, but the primary purpose was to create chaos, not allowing the Sea Clan to regain their senses or regroup, as the numbers were vastly different, five thousand against tens of thousands, and all were tough-skinned, hard to stab to death casually...

The battle continued for two hours, with large groups of sea demons beginning to gather, led by the Nascent Soul Great Demon, forming dozens of war groups of various sizes.

But just then, over forty thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators rushed in. They had been waiting for this moment for so long, and this was no monster, it was a massive treasure!

The Sea Clan's hard-won regrouped confidence was shattered once more. Forty thousand against tens of thousands, the numerical gap wasn't that vast; within dozens of miles around the Divine Mountain, wailing filled the heavens, ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Another hour passed, and tens of thousands of Blue Mountain natives arrived. When enemies meet, their eyes are bloodshot!

If it wasn't human, it was undoubtedly hacked indiscriminately until they turned into fish paste.

By this point, it was all over. This wasn't just annihilation; it was extermination.

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