C51 (1/2)

It turned out that the Great Art Repository was a growth type Life Type God of Miyamoto. It was a trump card that he had spent decades to cultivate since the Great War.

The death of the Martial Arts Stash had also severely damaged his mental state, making him lose the ability to fight again.

With great difficulty, he managed to stop the blood that was continuously spewing out of his mouth. The heavily injured Miyamoto Michoaca had already completely lost all rationality, and hysterically shouted: ”Go! All of you, attack! Kill them, kill them all for me! ”

The crowd of Yin Yang Masters had been intimidated by Gong Ben's accumulated prestige for many years. Even though they were a bit anxious, they still didn't dare to disobey his orders and braced themselves to charge forward.

When they were still more than a hundred meters away from Yi Yan and the rest, the Spirit Masters had already released their own gods, and the Sword Spirits also pulled out their own weapons.

His aura surged like demons dancing chaotically in that moment.

Yi Yan did not make another move, and instead retreated behind the crowd with his hands behind his back. These young disciples could only mature after going through a baptism of blood.

Just then, Yi Yan's lightning-fast attacks had roused the fighting spirit of the disciples. Their morale, which had dropped to the bottom because of Hong Yu's defeat, had regained its vigor after Yi Yan's crushing victory over the Martial Arts Repository.

They believed that even if they met with danger, Yi Yan would immediately save them. Without any worries for their future, how could they be willing to let go of these scoundrels who killed their teachers and elders a hundred years ago?

The eyes of the disciples from the three sects were spewing fire as they rushed forward without any hesitation. Just like Yi Yan, Yu Tao, Zi Xu, and the others did not join the battle.

It was unknown if they, like Yi Yan, wanted to train their disciples, or if they valued their identities, or if they had both.

A journey of several hundred meters might seem like a long distance to mortals, but to these cultivators and yin yang masters, it couldn't become a problem at all.

In the blink of an eye, the two streams of people fiercely crashed into each other.

It was like a giant wave crashing against a reef, causing a few ripples in the air. However, the color of the waves was not pure snow-white, but a glaring crimson.

Amongst the many disciples, the person who was rushing to the front wasn't one of the elites at the peak of the late stage of the Aurous Core Stage, but the one with the weakest cultivation, Chen Ming.

Chen Ming's eyes were scarlet red, the flying swords in his hands were dancing frantically in the camp of the cultivators, constantly releasing Handprint Technique s, completely disregarding his own defense, as though he was fighting with his life on the line.

Before the other disciples participated in the battle, although they more or less felt a bit nervous, they were infected by Chen Ming and were not willing to lose face in front of others. As a result, they hid their cowardice deep within their hearts and rushed forward courageously.

Yi Yan had promised to take care of Chen Ming before he came to the Pirates' Kingdom, so his consciousness had been paying close attention to Chen Ming's every move and the situation around him.

Seeing this situation, he couldn't help but sigh. The idea of revenge had been held in Chen Ming's heart for exactly a hundred years, and had already reached the critical point of danger, which was why he was able to act so recklessly in battle.

These ninjas had been keeping a cautious eye on themselves for a long time, so they couldn't help but feel proud.

Because there were a lot of seniors in the three sects as well as Yi Yan, this mysterious expert, standing in front of them, the disciples from the three sects did not have any worries at all.

Using Chen Ming and a few of his outstanding disciples as his blades, he stabbed into the hearts of the enemies like a sharp blade, deeply piercing into the heart of the Volcano Empire's camp.

On the other hand, the cultivators of the Volcano Kingdom, as well as their biggest reliance and the most powerful Martial Grand Master, were cleanly taken care of. Even their leader, Domoto, was severely injured and had lost all of his fighting strength.

Not only were the enemies who were fighting to the death with him no weaker than their own side, there were also eight or nine even more powerful experts eyeing the outside of the battle like tigers stalking their prey.

While they were trapped, some of the more quick-witted Spirit Masters had already quietly retreated while controlling the godly battle. Facing the storm-like attacks from the disciples of the three sects, the Sword Spirit Masters who stood in front of them were too preoccupied to even realize that they had been abandoned and used as a tool to block the pursuit of the Divine State cultivators.

As for the ninjas hidden in the surroundings, they had been evacuated as soon as Miyamoto was seriously injured. They were sent to assist the operation of the Icemountain Shrine under the orders of the Octadic Snake. They didn't need to listen to Miyamoto's commands, and there was no reason for them to be involved in the operation for the sake of the Icemountain Shrine.

However, these ninjas were afraid of being discovered by the Divine State cultivators, so they didn't dare to blatantly run away. They only used ninja techniques and moved their bodies bit by bit.

Therefore, although their escape had already been going on for some time, the distance from the battlefield was not too far. It was merely a mile or so.

These ninjas had been keeping a cautious eye on themselves for a long time, so they couldn't help but feel proud.

Little did they know that from the moment they appeared, Yi Yan had never given up on following them with his spiritual consciousness, and was well aware of their movements.

Furthermore, the Ninja Arts was a technique that had only been developed from learning a little bit of the Divine State Cultivation Realm, how could it enter Yi Yan's eyes?

Not to mention escaping under his nose.