"What's going on? The auras of the Elder Kongyin and the Eastern Dan Saint have both vanished simultaneously, and the clues left by the Elder Kongyin have come to an end."

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Fu Tan looked around, trying to find other clues left by the reclusive old man. After observing his surroundings for a while, he found nothing.

“Kong Yin, this old monster, is undoubtedly powerful. Even if the three of us join forces, we may not be able to gain an advantage against him.”

Fu Ming stroked his beard and stood there, a pair of triangular eyes staring at the lifeless area. It made people feel old out of nowhere, with a sense of impending doom. He couldn't help but have some bad guesses in his heart. "Although without the Changlong Bell, Kongyin Old Demon's mastery of spatial laws has reached its peak. His chances of escaping after being chased by him are extremely slim, unless there is an accident that even Kongyin Old Demon can't cope with." Fu Xiao inhaled a cold breath.

Although he was upset that the old man Kongyin arrived too late and caused losses to the Fulong Army, he still respected his methods.

Even a seasoned old man facing danger would inevitably become less confident. “What can we do?”

Fu Ming hesitated for a moment. Before, the old man Kongyin could deduce that Lu Xiaoteng had entered the area of Mie Fa Demon Pond, and Fu Long Sansheng was not a fool either, so he could also see it.

As for whether they should enter the Devil-Elimination Pool, Fu Ming was also hesitant. Kong Gu old man was a lone wolf; he could just leave whenever he wanted. The three brothers had to discuss this matter carefully. Each of them had their own concerns.

“The Hermit's task was to seal the Eastern Saint of Alchemy's spatial treasure. The other party had already completed their mission and dared to take a risk.”

As the three of us brothers, leading the Fulong Army all the way here, we have suffered heavy losses and made no achievements. If we encounter difficulties and retreat, it will be hard to explain ourselves in the future.

"After the fact, the old man Kongyin captured and killed the Eastern Dan Saint. Fortunately, if the old man Kongyin had returned without success, injured, or even perished, we would have been unable to bear the wrath of the Heavenly Emperor!"

"Since that's the case, we have no choice but to give it a try. If Old Man Kong can go in, there's no reason why we shouldn't." Fu Tan gritted his teeth, suppressing the fear he felt towards that aura of death and decay.

"Well then, let's get moving!"

The three holy dragons of the Fulu approached the area filled with deathly stillness.

At this moment, the situation in the entire Demon-Slaying Forbidden Ground began to become subtly turbulent.

The Fufeng Army was still commanded by Bai Xianfeng. Since Lu Xia Tian forcefully broke through their ranks and the subsequent battles with demons and monsters, the Fufeng Army had suffered tens of thousands of casualties.

For the entire Vlon army, these losses were still bearable, but they could also be described as a painful wound.

Bai Xianfeng's brow furrowed tightly. Aside from the casualties, the key issue was that the situation had once again become eerie. Previously, Lu Xia Tian had been driven away by Fulong San Sheng and Kong Yin Lao Ren. Fulong San Sheng remained to stabilize the situation, leading all Fulong soldiers out of the cave. The army gathered together, forming a complete formation, boosting their combat power severalfold.

In addition, the Three Holy Dragons personally killed or severely injured several demon beings at the Yuanshen level.

The Fúlong Army took advantage of the situation and charged forward, causing the Blood Leech Grandmother to fall under their onslaught. This caused the demons and monsters who had dared to come up with ideas to attack again to greatly decrease for a time. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

By this time, Lu Xiaoteng had already fled far away. The Fufeng Army no longer had any need to stay in Lei Zhelongjun's cave abode. Bai Xianfeng also didn't want to get involved in this muddy water anymore.

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Just as the Three Saints of Fulong had left for not long, Bai Xianfeng ran into a big problem. A squadron of Skeleton Dragon Lizards blocked the path of the Fulong army.

The woman at the front had long, blue-black hair flowing down her back. Her face was unremarkable, ordinary in every way. She held a string of prayer beads in her hand, twisting them one by one. Her jet-black eyes held a sense of tranquility that seemed to see through everything in the world.

"Neicho! How did you get here?" Bai Xianfeng's face changed drastically.

Prior to this, when Lu Xia Tian was in the Ancient Buddha Secret Realm, Fu Long Three Saints also led a large army to Buddha Domain. Afterward, upon hearing that Lu Xia Tian had left again, the Fu Long army did not truly arrive at Buddha Domain.

Along the way, the Fu Long army could occasionally hear rumors about the Buddhist realm. Buddhist forces appeared en masse within the Buddhist realm. Besides the fact that Shi Jing Xianjun and Jiu Zhuan Long Yin Fa Wang had suffered losses at the hands of the Buddhist forces before, even Yu Xuan Tian Ting, who usually viewed Buddhism as an enemy, also sent out large armies to besiege them. Battles raged between the forces of Jiu Zhuan Long Yin Fa Wang, Mie Xin Gu Fo, and others.

Even figures like the self-proclaimed Heavenly Buddha Ancestor came to join in the commotion, and the entire ancient Buddhist secret realm descended into chaos.

Apart from the powerful figures like Jiu Zhuan Long Yin Fa Wang, Mie Xin Gu Fo, and Wu Tian Buddha Zu, whose reputations spread far and wide.

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Among the Nine Turns Dragon Seal Dharma King's disciples, Ni Chang was the most accomplished in battle. She had slain countless powerful cultivators whose souls were held within her hands, a number that rivaled being struck by dozens of palms. She even fought against powerful beings like the Fused Yuan Demon Monk without falling behind. Let me know if you have other text you'd like translated! ?

Ni Chang wasn't like the old monsters, such as Nie Long Tian Zun and Fu Long San Sheng. Although it took her a longer time to rise than Lu Xiaotian, her current reputation was no less than his.

Especially seeing the skeletal dragon riders behind Ni Chang, Bai Xianfeng felt a chill down his spine. If it had been before, he wouldn't have feared such an enemy.

The Fúlóng Army has grown to the present day, and they have seen countless battlefields. In terms of elite level, the Fúlóng Army is not inferior to their opponents.

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As the most beloved disciple of Jiu Zhuan Long Yin Fa Wang and his number one general, Neicha shouldn't be inside the ancient Buddha secret realm, should she?

And this entire army of dragon lizards, skeletons included, was even more peculiar. Their intentions left Bai Xianfeng with a profound sense of mystery and dread stemming from the unknown.

Bai Xianfeng's strength was far inferior to Ni Chang's. At this time, the Fulong Army also suffered some casualties due to Lu Xiaottian and the demons appearing in the Shenmo Dead Realm.

Necessary supplies such as fairy crystals and healing pills were not in optimal condition. However, the imposing presence of Ni Chang and the Skeleton Dragon Lizard mount was undeniable.

In Bai Xianfeng's eyes, it seemed a bit unrealistic. Even if the other party was elite, they traveled all the way from the Ancient Buddha Secret Realm and would inevitably be harassed by forces like those on the Immortal Demon Battlefield or the Netherworld of Devils.

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The opposing army showed no signs of fatigue after their long march, their morale at its peak. It seemed this force was a dominant power that had honed its skills in the depths of the demonic realm.

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"The Fu Long Army is doomed today. The Abyss of Demonic Souls will be your burial ground. You needn't waste words trying to probe, it won't change your fate." Nie Chang shook her head, showing little interest in communicating with Bai Xianfeng.

“Arrogant!” Bai Xianfeng’s face flushed with anger. Though his aura was slightly weaker than the opponent’s, the Fufeng Army were still elite soldiers who couldn’t be easily humiliated. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"Words are cheap, let's see what you can really do." Ni Chang raised her left hand lightly and pressed down casually.

Alas! Amongst the ranks of the skeletal dragon riders, White Bone, the horn, was pushed to the front. A chillingly magnificent and intimidating blast of horns echoed through the air, sending a gust of bone-colored wind towards the crouching dragon army. Following this, the skeletal dragon riders pressed forward at a measured pace.

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The skull drake’s clawed feet pounded on the void, each strike emitting a dull thud that coalesced into a rhythmic sound. It mingled with the horns and drums, forming a brutal symphony of this battlefield.

Several interwoven sounds, imbued with an inexplicable sense of oppression, slowly pressed forward.

“The Seven Suns Formation of Fu Bo!” Bai Xianfeng's face was solemn. With a wave of his hand, the vanguard of the Fulong Army began to adjust their formation.

A multitude of fairy soldiers brandished their swords and blades, thousands upon thousands of fairy warriors' lights converged, like waves on the sea cresting one after another, surging forward.

Seven beams of light intertwined on the ripples, converging into a blazing sun. The intense light bathed the entire battlefield, dissolving much of the bone-gray aura emanating from the opposite side.

The breath of the dragon-riders across from them was too powerful. The Vermillion Dragons hadn't had time to recover after a series of misfortunes and were already feeling pressured before the battle even began.

Bai Xianfeng dared not let this situation continue. The opponent's fighting spirit was strong, and he could only take the initiative with his troops to strike first and regain some momentum.

As for whether it would increase the expenditure, I could no longer afford to care. Even if it meant drinking poison to quench my thirst, I had to swallow this bitter pill.

Otherwise, the two armies would clash, and once morale was completely crushed, there might not even be a chance to drink this cup of poison later.

At this time, Ni Chang merely sat upon the back of a slightly larger dragon lizard skeleton. Her body swayed gently with the mount's advance, seemingly oblivious to the preemptive attack by the Fúlong Army. It seemed as if these events had nothing to do with her at all.

“Bone-Breathing Spear!” A general with a white bone mask brandished his spear forward, and tens of thousands of cavalrymen behind him roared, drawing bone spears from their bodies, then hurled them with all their might.

Countless bone spears converged into a gigantic skeletal dragon. The dragon opened its maw, spewing a torrent of gray dragon's breath that clashed with the blazing sun gathered by the celestial soldiers. For a short time, they were evenly matched. Bai Xianfeng's face, however, grew grim. The strength of the Fulong Army was undeniable. In the initial confrontation, they hadn't fallen behind. Ordinary celestial generals couldn't discern much difference between them, but to someone like Bai Xianfeng, who possessed a primordial spirit body, the Fulong Army seemed somewhat lacking in stamina compared to their opponents.

The intense battle before their eyes, both sides locked in a stalemate, seemed more like a final struggle in the face of annihilation.

Bai Xianfeng believed that opposite her, the calm-faced Ni Chang knew exactly what she could see.

According to conventional tactics, the Fulong Army would undoubtedly be defeated. This is also the confidence that gives the opponent the audacity to launch a direct attack.

Within this perilous demon realm, the Fulong Army is isolated and vulnerable. Should they lose the battle, even if most survive the direct onslaught and manage to escape temporarily, they would be relentlessly hunted by the myriad demons and monsters within the realm. Victory offers limitless possibilities, but defeat means total annihilation. Elder Kongyin and the three Saints of Fulong have pursued Dongfang Dansheng eastward and are unlikely to return in the short term. They are even unreachable now. At this moment, they can only rely on themselves.

Since that's the case, there's only one way to go - to take a gamble. In this situation, some probing tactics are no longer necessary and would only consume our remaining strength, making it difficult to turn things around in the end. "The Dragon Suppression Banner troops are arrayed, thousands of mountains hide dragons!" Bai Xianfeng roared, his figure surging behind him. Banners rippled like forests, and as they rolled, shadows of mountains spread outwards. These mountain shadows were scattered in mid-air and transformed into real, solid mountains. In the blink of an eye, this airspace was filled with a thousand towering peaks. The Dragon Suppression Army didn't need Bai Xianfeng to give any further orders. They had already occupied all the key passes under the leadership of their respective immortal army commanders. The entire army's momentum soared to its peak.

A powerful aura of battle swept through the area, causing even some demons and monsters in the far reaches of the Netherworld of Fallen Souls to tremble with fear. It was as if a monstrous beast had awakened in an unknown realm, capable of devouring them all with ease.

"This is the true Fulong Army, as their name suggests, their strength in battle is indeed second only to the Skull Dragon Lizard Cavalry. It's a pity that their fate is sealed, what can be done?"

Ni Chang shook her head. The aura of the Skeleton Dragon Riders originated from the half-step Heavenly Dragon remains that the Dharma King, who practiced the Nine Turns Dragon Seal, had obtained. The Dharma King had poured a great deal of effort into this army, and his expectations for it went far beyond just this. After incorporating the essence of the half-step Heavenly Dragon, these Skeleton Dragon Riders already possessed the potential to surpass ordinary Immortal Monarch Guards.

But to transform potential into true ability, it requires the baptism of blood and fire, the need to defeat formidable enemies. The Vyrkul army is one such ideal target.

The opponent was equally peerless. The dragon-slaying aura they possessed, coupled with the Skeleton Dragon Riser Knights, made them natural enemies by birthright.

Because of these factors, war-riders need to trample on the bones of their enemies to rise to power. The mountains controlled by the Flood Dragon Army slowly move in the void, arranged in different formations, changing subtly every moment. Under such circumstances, the Skullscythe War-riders want to attack, they have to constantly adapt to these changes. The Thousand Mountains and Dragons is not just a defensive battle formation, its offense is equally sharp, but once this formation is deployed, there is no way back, either a decisive victory, crushing the enemy, or a complete defeat.

Under an extremely dangerous situation, Bai Xianfeng left no retreat for the Fulong army. Without such a courageous heart to fight against adversity, the Fulong army would not have achieved its current status and reputation today.

“Victory, this general and all our armies will trample the enemy's bones, returning to heaven with endless glory. Defeat, this general and all our armies will sleep here forever, ten thousand mountains hide dragons, there is no retreat but forward! Kill!”

Thousands of mountains conceal dragons, with no retreat after entering!

“Fulong!”

“Fulong!”

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“Kill! Kill! Kill!” All the Fu Long army soldiers roared, their morale surging to its peak. The previously low spirits were restored to their zenith.

A veteran army of elite fighters is not defined by its overwhelming power to crush enemies and scatter them into disarray. Instead, it excels in rising against the tide in adversity and overcoming challenges head-on. Facing formidable foes that seem impossible to conquer with sheer strength. “Dragon Lizard Breaking Army Style!” At this moment, Ni Chang’s eyes became serious, respecting the opponent’s powerful fighting spirit.