Chapter 1371: Chapter 1372: The large one 1000, the small one 800!
Surrendering below the Saint Realm means living an extra ten years?
This is what the roaring message from the rift said, the face on the paper was hideous and terrifying. After roaring, it crumbled into dust and dispersed with the wind.
“Only two hours!”
Li Xiaobai squinted his eyes, staring intently at the flickering figures in the rift above. The giant shadow disappeared, leaving only rows upon rows of black shadows brandishing sharp weapons. These were the elite soldiers ready to invade the Central Origin Realm.
Two hours of preparation time seemed like an opportunity for the Central Origin Realm, but in reality, it was likely the time needed for the Immortal Gods to suppress their cultivation levels. Once they crossed dimensions, it would be the greatest disaster in the history of the Central Origin Realm.
“Sect Master Li, what should we do?”
The Sect Masters of various sects gathered at the mountaintop of the Sword Sect’s Second Peak, anxiously surrounding Li Xiaobai, the only person they could rely on.
“Young Master Li, there’s only one Immortal God, and the rest are all within the Saint Realm range. Do we still have the power to fight?”
A Sect Master spoke, asking the question everyone was most concerned about. Can they fight back, given that the Immortal Gods declared only one could cross dimensions, and the rest are soldiers with a cultivation level of Saint Realm Three Divine Flames?
Although the cultivators in the Central Origin Realm are far from reaching the Saint Realm Three Divine Flames level, a horrifying beast known as Godzilla should be a formidable force!
“The prowess of the Saint Realm Three Divine Flames is something I, the Peak Master, can withstand. The key is the Immortal God crossing over; no one knows their realm. If the difference isn’t too vast, we might stand a chance. However, if it’s too great, we have no hope of victory!”
“Nonetheless, the Immortal God’s statement suggests that beings too powerful cannot cross over. The Central Origin Realm can’t support tremendously strong beings, so the sent Immortal God shouldn’t surpass Saint Realm cultivation significantly.”
Li Xiaobai stated. Everyone understood his intention and rationale, but even a Saint Realm Three Divine Flames cultivator is beyond their ability to resist, not to mention a terrifying existence that surpasses Saint Realm cultivation.
Reaching the Saint Realm, each increase in level is a world of difference, let alone surpassing an entire realm. It might even go beyond just one realm; how could they deal with that?
“Even if that Immortal God is uncertain, if Young Master Li can hold off the other Saint Realm Three Divine Flames soldiers, we in the Central Origin Realm can rise up, take advantage amidst the chaos, and send a few into the Immortal Gods Realm. It wouldn’t be a failure; at least it’ll alert the heavens to the Immortal God’s crimes!”
Yan Zuzi said, believing the Immortal Gods couldn’t obliterate the entire Central Origin Realm with one strike. As long as they can’t achieve that, they can send a few people up, causing commotion on the other side, ruining their conspiracy without fighting, although it’s a gamble.
“It seems that’s all we can do. Sect Masters gather the Sect Disciples, stand behind; the Peak Master and Saint Realm cultivators will meet the first wave of the Immortal Gods’ attack.”
Li Xiaobai decisively stated. Frankly, those cultivators are practically useless, with their cultivation levels too weak. They’re only gathering in the back to be protected, preventing slaughter from the Immortal Gods Realm.
The high-levels of the Super Sects felt a chill on the back of their necks, knowing they were the backbone of the Central Origin Realm, with no retreat. The taller must bear the burden when the sky falls, and though they’re not the tallest, they’re the second line. If they don’t fight now, it’ll be a disservice to their ancestors and disciples.
“Hope we can preserve a glimmer of hope.”
Li Xiaobai looked down at the crowd, speaking slowly. Truthfully, they had nothing much to prepare, just watching the spectacle from the Upper Realm. They respond to each move — survive if they can, die if they can’t, it’s that simple!
“Woof! Prepare to work, everyone!”
“Be smart, and if things look bad, run!”
“Don’t feel sorry for your Sect Leader and Elders, or that guy, just run if necessary. Their deaths are worthwhile!”
Ergouzi stood before the Sect Disciples, speaking calmly.
“Ha, one cut poor, one cut rich, one cut a grave!”
“When the time comes, just slash whoever you see, that’s all there is!”
Ji Wuqing shouted amidst the crowd, keeping their carefree manner.
Even though their words seemed unserious, they didn’t diminish the cultivators’ morale, everyone was inspired and enthusiastic.
“Yes!”
“We won’t let everyone down!”
“Seriously, if it comes down to fighting, do we run or not?”
The old beggar rubbed a flower, looking nervous and scared. Truthfully, he didn’t really know what to do; with their meager abilities, charging ahead would mean death, but there was nowhere to hide if they retreated.
“If something happens, just hide in the chick’s belly, what’s there to fear!”
Ergouzi spoke frankly. With Ji Wuqing as a Death Exemption Token, it wasn’t afraid. Just make sure to keep an eye on it and not lose it.
“Silence, the Immortal Gods are about to cross dimensions!”
A powerful voice rebuked, and the field went silent. All the cultivators of the Central Origin Realm gathered here, and not one dared to make a sound. They all held their breath, eyes wide, gazing up at the sky, waiting for that terrifying being in the rift to descend.
The drop of a needle could be heard!
The hour passed quickly, and the presence from the Immortal Gods Realm was ready to cross dimensions. The sky was like a ceiling, echoing with the sound of countless footsteps, as if many were walking above.
Pairs of bronze war boots emerged from the thick rift, progressively revealing themselves to the world.
“Clang!”
Warriors clad in bronze armor passed through the rift unharmed. This world didn’t reject them, as their cultivation was suppressed to the Saint Realm Three Divine Flames.
Bronze armor, bronze spears in hand, eyes bright like torches, their whole being radiated an ancient aura, like warriors stepping through endless time, exuding an unfamiliar aura. This aura didn’t belong to the Central Origin Realm, indicating that the power within them wasn’t of Immortal Yuan Power.
“Tap, tap, tap!”
More and more bronze cultivators appeared, with helmets hiding their faces. Although their figures varied in height, all were significantly taller than average human cultivators, nearing two or three-meter giants.
“They’re here!”
“Kill them all!”
With a thought, Li Xiaobai purchased a thousand Saint Realm Godzillas from the System Mall, top-tier, clad in golden armor, wielding the Sea-Calming Divine Needle. Holding a small club, he smashed it mightily onto the large drum on the golden chariot. An ancient aura expanded, majestic and uplifting, causing the bloodline power within countless cultivators to surge, their muscles and bones roaring.
“A thousand for the big, eight hundred for the small, great rewards for killing one!”