Under Li Xiangjun's command, more than 700 Half Spirit Race warriors rushed forward on the ground covered in minced meat and blood. The large sword in their hands emitted a fierce saber light in the fog, and it actually twisted into a frightening killing intent. More than 200 disciples of the Primordial Chaos Pavilion were shot by the Spiritual Artillery. Nearly 50 of them died on the spot. More than 100 of them were injured to varying degrees. The penetrating power of the Spiritual Artillery was not as strong as that of the Spiritual Astral Heavy Cannon. The hundreds of disciples of the Primordial Chaos Pavilion who were rushing behind escaped unscathed.

Peng! The two teams immediately clashed, and most of the injured disciples of the Chaos Pavilion were dismembered by the messy swords. The disciples of the Primordial Chaos Pavilion reacted after a brief daze and began to counterattack crazily. Immediately, several Half Spirit Race disciples died by the sword.

"Kill!" Both sides' eyes turned red as they instinctively brandished their weapons to kill.

"Don't disperse!" Li Xiangjun shouted at the top of her lungs, wanting to restrain the Half Spirit Race warriors and not disperse the formation. However, in this chaotic battle of nearly a thousand people, the sound of killing and shouting shook the heavens. In addition, these Half Spirit Race were not regular troops that were forbidden by order. Even if Li Xiangjun shouted, it would be useless.

The sound of sharp swords piercing into the flesh was endless. Blood stained limbs fell to the ground along with fresh blood. People fell at all times. More and more corpses appeared on the ground. There were Chaos Pavilion disciples and Half-Spirit Race members. One after another, fresh lives fell. Seeing the deaths of their clansmen, Tao Fei Fei was both heartbroken and furious. She smashed the head of a Spirit Refining cultivator with a crutch. This fellow's sword had just cut the throat of a Half Spirit Race girl.

Although there were more than seven hundred people surrounding and beating up a hundred or so people, However, the strength of a body cultivator was still far from that of an Immortal Cultivator. The Half Spirit Race had originally traded three lives for one life for the disciples of the Primordial Chaos Pavilion. This was still a close-range battle. The disciples of the Primordial Chaos Pavilion were unable to use their sword-driving and magical attacks. In addition, the Half Spirit Race wore low-grade defensive suits. Otherwise, none of the five lives could be traded for the other party.

Li Xiangjun watched as the Half Spirit Race clansmen died in battle. Thick beads of sweat seeped out from the back of their necks. If this continued, the more than a hundred people in the Primordial Chaos Pavilion would be doomed to be annihilated, and the Half Spirit Race would have to lose three to four hundred people. Not to mention the Half Spirit Race clansmen, Chu Jun probably wouldn't be able to accept this result.

However, in the current situation, Li Xiangjun was obviously powerless. She was not a general of the army, so it was fine for her to sit behind the scenes and take charge of the overall situation and formulate a strategy. However, it was not enough for her to lead the troops and direct the battle personally.

Li Xiangjun took out her Spirit Astral Heavy Cannon and bombarded a fellow who was riding on a flying mount. This fellow's strength was tyrannical, and coupled with his advantage in the air, at least seven Half Spirit Race members had died under his hands. Although Li Xiangjun was unable to control the situation, she was very clear about the situation, so she immediately attacked this destructive fellow. This disciple of the Primordial Chaos Pavilion reacted extremely quickly. He quickly jumped up from the back of the flying mount and dodged the attack of the Spirit Astral Heavy Cannon with his flying sword. His mount was directly blasted to ashes.

This disciple of the Chaos Pavilion stared at Li Xiangjun in shock and anger. He hesitated and smiled sinisterly as he pounced towards her, "Bitch, you're courting death!"

The cooldown time of the Spirit Astral Heavy Cannon was very long. It was not bad for long-range attacks, but close combat was just a burden. Just as Li Xiangjun put away the Spirit Astral Heavy Cannon, the disciple of the Primordial Chaos Pavilion had already rushed forward and pinched Li Xiangjun's throat like lightning. It was obvious that he wanted to capture her alive. Li Xiangjun had no time to react and could only subconsciously lean back.

"Yahei!"

Yu Jia was as vigorous as a female leopard that was filled with explosive power. She rushed over with large strides and slashed at the waist of this disciple of the Chaos Pavilion. The sword's momentum was round and imposing. This disciple of the Primordial Chaos Pavilion had no choice but to give up catching Li Xiangjun and block with his sword.

Dang! With a loud noise, this Foundation Establishment disciple of the Chaos Pavilion almost shook his flying sword out of his hand, and he couldn't help but shout loudly. This sword strike of Yu Jia's was at least ten thousand jin of strength, five times the limit of two thousand jin of strength of a fifth-grade body cultivator. No wonder this Foundation Establishment disciple was caught unprepared.

Li Xiangjun took the opportunity to retreat. She raised her hand and threw an icicle at the disciple of the Primordial Chaos Pavilion. However, she was blocked by a magic shield formed by the disciple of the Primordial Chaos Pavilion.

Dang!

Although this disciple of the Primordial Chaos Pavilion was shocked, it was still at the Foundation Establishment Stage. With a backhand sword strike, she chopped off the sword in Yu Jia's hand and then casually wiped it on her neck.

A cold light flashed and a full moon scimitar flew over, blocking the sharp sword strike of the disciples of the Primordial Chaos Pavilion. Shao Minjiao shouted and pounced, "Leave this person to me!"

Shao Min instantly fought with this disciple of the Chaos Pavilion. At this time, Shangguan Yu, Shao Wen, and the other twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators had also arrived. With the addition of these powerful helpers, the situation changed drastically, and the casualties of the Half Spirit Race had greatly decreased. Seeing this, Tao Fei Fei's spirits trembled as she swept her peach wood cane towards a short and thin disciple of the Primal Chaos Pavilion. This skinny man was punching a Half Spirit Race man's cheek, his face stained with blood. When he sensed the wind behind him, he suddenly turned around and stared. That ferocious gaze caused Tao Fei Fei's heart to tremble.

The skinny short man still had time to laugh sinisterly. Only then did the horizontal sword stand on Tao Fei's peach-wood cane. The edge of the sword followed the cane and sliced straight into Tao Fei's hand that was holding the cane. This move was extremely fast, so Tao Fei Fei had no choice but to give up the cane and retreat. The skinny man laughed and extended his toes to viciously kick Tao Fei down the three paths. At the same time, he cried out, "Kick your bitch to shreds!"

This kick was fast and fierce. The real kick was about to explode. Tao Fei Fei was embarrassed and angry, so she rolled away embarrassedly to avoid it!

The skinny short man obviously did not intend to let Tao Fei fly. He chased after Tao Fei a few steps and continued to stomp on the three vital points of Tao Fei's flight. He was truly abnormal. Tao Fei Fei's pretty face was deathly pale. This time, it was simply too late to dodge. The thin short man's face revealed a morbid excitement, as if he had already seen this peerless beauty clutching her bloody lower yin screams of pain in front of him. At this moment, the thin short man's one-legged ground caved in. This fellow immediately lost his balance and cried out in alarm as he leaned backwards.

Kacha! He kicked out with all his strength and was actually dislocated.

Whoosh! A little fellow made of pink carved jade came out from the ground and pointed out with his little mouth pursed. A cold light hit the thin short man's throat, causing blood to splatter everywhere. The skinny man's throat had been corroded by Yin Yuan Force, leaving a huge bloody hole. Before he could let out a miserable scream, he died. His eyes were wide open and he was unwilling to die in peace. With one leg sunk into the mud and the thin short man's low center of gravity, the corpse maintained a golden chicken-like posture.

"Xiaoxiao, thank you!" Concubine Tao Fei said gratefully.

"I'm called Zhao Ling, please call me Little Ling'er!" The little girl in the plaid skirt said unhappily.

Tao Fei Fei touched her tiny head affectionately, "It was elder sister who called me wrong, Little Ling'er!"

"Don't touch your head!" Xiao Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes adorably and sneaked into the ground. In the next moment, she sneaked out from the ground more than ten meters away and ambushed a disciple of the Chaos Pavilion.

The chaotic battle lasted for less than half an hour and finally ended. Apart from a dozen or so disciples of the Primordial Chaos Pavilion escaping, the rest were all killed. The Half Spirit Race had also paid the price of nearly a hundred deaths. The square in front of the Divine Lightning Palace was covered in blood and corpses.

The battle between ordinary disciples was over, and the battle at the Golden Core Realm was still going on.

Above Tie Lang Peak, the three brothers, Shao Qian and Huang Qi, were inextricably linked to Yuan Long. Ning Zhongtian, Yu Zhenzi, and Adept Wenyue each faced an Early Gold Core expert.

Currently, only eight of the thirteen Golden Core disciples of the Primordial Chaos Pavilion were left, while one Golden Core disciple had died on the side of the Heaven Sect and two had been seriously injured.

The sky had already turned completely dark. The fog on the Iron Nut Peak had completely dissipated. The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood. Li Xiangjun and the others watched the battle in the sky as they treated the injured. With Shangguan Yu, Shao Min, and the others joining in, the Libra of Victory began to tilt towards the main Heavenly Gate. Under the siege of Yu Zhenzi, Shangguan Yu, and Shao Min, the Golden Core of a Chaos Pavilion was destroyed, and its advantage was slowly expanding.

At this moment, a group of over a hundred people flew towards Tielang Peak in the night. One of them carried a rusty broken sword in his hand, and his body was covered with a layer of white battle armor. It was Fan Jian and the others who rushed back from burning the Primordial Chaos Pavilion. The big hammer was carrying a 300 jin hammer in one hand, and a beautiful woman in the other. It was the fourth madam, Liu Rushi, who had tipped off the news.

"Haha, it's Fan Jian and the others who have returned. Yuen Long, your Chaos Pavilion's lair has been destroyed!" Shao Wen laughed heartily.

Yuan Long and the others saw clearly that the woman in the big hammer's hand was Liu Rushi. Their hearts couldn't help but tremble violently. It was as if they had been beaten in the head. One of the Golden Core warriors was struck by Adept Wenyue. Yu Zhenzi took the opportunity to use the lightning dragon to break it into two pieces.

Yuen Long was both shocked and furious. He opened Shao Xuan's sword and retreated. At the same time, he shouted, "Retreat!"

The nest had been taken away by someone. The Venerable One had not appeared in such a long time. The situation was extremely bad. Yuen Long knew that the general situation was gone. If he did not leave now, he would have to die here sooner or later.

The remaining five Golden Core Elders had already had the intention to retreat. Seeing Yuen Long escape, they became even more chaotic. They retreated and prepared to flee.

"If you want to run, ask Grandpa about his sword!" Fan Jian shouted coldly as a cold star pierced straight into Yuen Long.

Yuan Long raised his hand and slapped out, forming a giant palm of primordial chaos. He slapped fiercely at Fan Jian and continued to fly in the air without slowing down.

Bang! Fan Jian was sent flying!

"Mountain!" Shao Gan cast a spell.

Yuan Long's sword sliced apart the ten thousand jin stone mountain. His figure had already soared by more than a hundred meters. He turned around and shouted sternly, "If this Elder wants to leave, who can stop him? Just wait, this Elder will not let it go. I want you to be troubled by the Heaven Sect!"

Everyone's expressions couldn't help but change slightly. They all knew that if Yuen Long escaped, the consequences would be unimaginable. If a late Gold Core warrior retaliated unscrupulously, it would be a terrible thing. He wasn't afraid of thieves, he was afraid of cheap thoughts, let alone a powerful thief!

Seeing Yuen Long flee far away, a patch of green-robed clothes flew towards him from afar, leaving behind a long trail of afterimages!

Yuen Long's expression changed drastically as he shouted in disbelief, "It's you!"

Chu Jun's Thunder Dragon Sword suddenly stopped in mid-air. Yuen Long felt as if he had seen a ghost. He was completely stunned!

"You … you actually escaped from the Venerable One's hands?"

Yuan Long stared fixedly at Chu Jun, but the latter said something that made him completely despair!

"Primordial Chaos Devil is dead!"