Besides the two, Kui Sha and Kui Ling, the other five Heavenly Immortal-level headless white corpses were rather mediocre in strength. Wen Dao stood under the hanging black sun and slashed down with his sword, as if provoking the anger of Heaven.

Raging black flames surged downwards, turning the entire surroundings into a sea of black fire.

The Heiri Jie Long Dao technique can be cultivated to the level of a Golden Immortal. Lu Xia Tian had previously exchanged knowledge with this old monster, Wen Kaishan, in his transmission martial arts library. However, witnessing Wen Da Dao being used firsthand at this moment gave him a completely different feeling.

Three celestial-grade corpse monsters unleashed their Corpse Swords,

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The rolling stench of death.

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The sound of clanging and crashing echoed through the air. Wen Dao vanished into the black flames, transforming into a black dragon that weaved through the inferno.

Under the cover of the black sun looming overhead, Wen Dao's presence almost vanished into nothingness. Even when his divine sense was spread out widely, it was difficult to find any trace of him. Yet, the streaks of sword light and the surging black flames made it hard for the three headless white corpses to cope.

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　　Roar! A black dragon had somehow surged into the sun above, accompanied by surging black flames, appearing directly above a headless white corpse. As the black dragon descended, several black rings covered it. The celestial-grade headless white corpse hurriedly spat out its inner corpse pill. Ding ding, three of the black rings were knocked away by the corpse pill. However, one remained, enveloping the headless white corpse.

"Bind!" Wen Da was overjoyed at the sight. The black ring suddenly tightened, and it seemed that the headless white corpse would be bound soon. However, a gray axe slashed over, cutting a gap in the black ring. The headless white corpse escaped through the opening with the help of its companions.

When Wen Da saw this, he was enraged. Even if the other party had been a few breaths late in saving him, he could have taken the opportunity to seriously injure this headless corpse, severely weakening its combat power,

The other two are easy to handle. Now things are a bit more troublesome, but even if I saved them the same way,

...But to achieve this, a price must be paid. The stroke of the Dao manifested as a black dragon, extending its claws and snatching the axe that had been wielded moments before. Simultaneously, it unleashed a torrent of dragon's breath. The axe, struck directly, let out a mournful cry, and the corpse light upon it diminished significantly.

At the same time, Hei Long’s tail lashed out. The headless white corpse that had just escaped was caught off guard and struck squarely. The protective corpse light it summoned shattered, and with a painful cry, it flew backwards hundreds of miles. Although it avoided serious injury, it still suffered some minor losses.

Although Wen Da's heart was still filled with resentment, he understood the wisdom in "it is better to cut off one finger than to injure ten." If they couldn't break the stalemate quickly, they could hold on for a while thanks to the Dragon Clan's powerful individual combat strength. However, the Bai Shi Shun Li clan had more people. If they were dragged into a protracted war of attrition, the situation would inevitably turn against them.

Wen Dao's worry wasn't unfounded. Compared to his and Wen Yan's strength, Wen Ting appeared much more strained under the attacks of the two celestial beings, Bai Shi. The overwhelming corpse qi nearly engulfed Wen Yan completely. Despite her best efforts,

The surging corpse qi swirled around Wen Ting, trapping her in a momentary struggle as she darted left and right, unable to break free.

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The surrounding caves and realms were also heavily suppressed by the corpse energy. Even two Heaven Immortal-level headless white corpses were somewhat wary of Wen Ting's powerful dragon physique and did not dare to press her too hard for a while. For them, as long as they suppressed Wen Ting so that she could not escape, with time, when the clan gathered to attack en masse, the situation would naturally change.

Although Wen Ting was in a difficult situation, she didn't just sit idly by. She offered up a Dragon-Purifying Fire Vine Bottle. The moment the bottle was unleashed, fiery scales of fire vine crazily sprouted from within. In a matter of moments, they spread outwards, covering an area spanning thousands of miles. The flames and corpse energy clashed madly, producing sizzling sounds.

However, Wen Ting's strength was ultimately not enough to face two opponents. Even her most relied upon weapon, the Long Jing Huo Man (Dragon Purity Fire Vine), had its limits. Once the fire-scaled monster vines grew beyond a radius of nearly a thousand miles, they couldn't withstand the oppressive corpse qi and withered rapidly. But the fire-scaled monster vines could also attack enemies like whips, and form thick vine shields for defense. Furthermore, the vines that grew into a primeval forest-like area provided excellent camouflage for Wen Ting. Therefore, although she was initially at a disadvantage, she wasn't defeated quickly.

Another thirty dragon clan members at the Xuanxian level had formed the Weeping Blood Dragon Sound Formation. At this time, they were fighting alongside thousands of headless white corpses. Among these thousands of headless white corpses, there were also a dozen strong fighters at the Xuanxian level. However, even though they held an absolute numerical advantage, when thirty or so dragon clan powerhouses charged into the formation, nearly half of the Xuanxian-level corpse monsters were directly torn apart by the dragon clan formation in a very short time. On the other hand, these Xuanxian-level dragon clan members remained unharmed at this time.

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These thirty dragons, each at the Xuanxian level, formed a battle formation. The entire formation lacked a unified command, relying entirely on the collective movement of the thirty dragons. Ten dragons on the outer perimeter were responsible for directly attacking the faceless white corpse clan. The remaining twenty each summoned three types of dragon artifacts: the Five-Colored Dragon Pattern Drum, the Eight Dragons Gathering Bell, and the Roaring Dragon Qin. The Five-Colored Dragon Pattern Drum resonated, and its mighty dragon power condensed into a single force that surged outward, causing the internal corpse energy of the approaching lower-ranked faceless white corpses to churn violently. Within twenty breaths, those who did not retreat suffered either weakness or a reversal of their corpse essence, leading to violent explosions and death!

A battle between celestial beings took only one move. Thirty Dragons of the Xuanxian level fought fiercely, and their formation not only killed six Xuanxian-level White Corpses but also severely injured many others. Within the enemy's ranks of over two thousand low-level White Corpses, they wreaked havoc, relentlessly sowing death.

Although these Xuanxian-level dragon clans were extremely precise in their grasp of battle tactics, taking advantage of the opponent's unstable footing to directly charge in, otherwise it would be impossible to inflict such heavy casualties on the Wushou Bai Shi clan in such a short period of time, while remaining unscathed.

Even if the achievements are far inferior to now, mastering the fighter jet itself is a kind of strength. On the battlefield, regardless of cause and effect, heroes are judged only by success or failure!

This blood-curdling dragon sound formation has eight dragons gathering at the bell, the desolate and mournful roar of the dragon's harp, and the bloodthirsty heat of the dragon-patterned drum, embodying the indomitable will to fight to the death. Through this blood-curdling dragon sound formation, Lu Xia Tian seemed to see the ancient times when the dragon clan was weak and slaughtered by the heavenly court, a dark age of despair. Even in their desolation and desperation, they refused to submit to the enemy's tyranny.

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