Chapter 33: The Three Sects’ Ancestors Observing the Battle (1/2)

The other three individuals changed their expressions upon hearing this and turned to run!

At this moment, no one cared about anyone else; survival came first!

Dantai Ying felt a bit panicked and raised her hand to summon a lotus platform, preparing to step on it and fly away.

Only cultivators who had reached the Nascent Soul Realm or above could fly in the air; others had to rely on magical treasures that could carry people.

Ning Wuxie was running beside her, took a glance, and yanked her down!

“What are you doing?!” Dantai Ying was startled and frowned to scold him.

“Look above!” Ning Wuxie ignored her, leaving behind a sentence as he continued to run.

Dantai Ying looked up and realized that she was not the only one who thought of escaping with magical treasures.

Countless cultivators, stepping on flying swords or gourds, surged up from the forest, fleeing in panic from the terrifying Beast Tide.

However, the beasts were not only ground creatures; there were also fierce birds above!

Moreover, these fierce birds were the first wave of the Beast Tide!

Sure enough, as the cultivators above just took off and had not yet accelerated, they felt a murderous aura approaching from behind. Turning back, they saw countless ferocious birds with wings spanning several feet, baring their bloody mouths and sharp claws, pouncing towards them!

The cries of despair echoed through the mountains, and it seemed as if blood rain fell from the sky, with severed limbs occasionally dropping!

Dantai Ying was shocked, retracting the lotus throne and looking at Ning Wuxie.

At this moment, Ning Wuxie had already led Xuan’er to run several dozen meters, leaving everyone far behind.

Dantai Ying moved her long legs and hurriedly chased after him.

This Ning Wuxie had some skills; following him might provide a glimmer of hope!

“Hahaha, you bunch of ants, this is all your own doing!”

Mo Xiang’s domineering and mad shouts echoed above.

From his words, it was clear he was pleased; Ning Wuxie could guess that many cultivators had certainly died!

“Three old dogs, let’s see who dares to save you, who dares to intervene; that would be declaring war on me, Lanyuan!”

Mo Xiang roared in a venting manner.

He was using their own words against them; the three sects’ ancestors had just said that the cultivators below were beyond their management, so now that he unleashed the Beast Tide, they also had no right to interfere!

Who could have imagined that this Old Demon King had such a trick up his sleeve! He had gathered so many beasts!

Beasts were different from the demon race; they belonged to the category of wild animals, with low intelligence and lower bloodlines.

Even if Mo Xiang activated his own beast king bloodline, it would be difficult to command so many beasts! This large-scale Beast Tide could almost destroy a small country!

There was still one possibility, which was the Bai Ze fetus!

He had activated the Bai Ze bloodline, commanding the beasts within a thousand miles!

In the sky at the edge of the forest, three old men with an ethereal aura floated in the air, standing aloft.

“Didn’t expect Mo Xiang to have such a hand hidden!” The old man in the middle had a thin face, filled with a murderous aura.

He wore a black and white robe, with a golden thread embroidered “人” on his left chest.

He was one of the Supreme Elders from the Human Sect!

To his left and right stood an old man in a luxurious blue scholar’s robe with a white face and another in a coarse white sleeping gown.

The ancestor from the Confucian Sect also showed anger, clenching his fists. The elder in the sleeping gown from Hermit Valley, however, maintained a calm expression, secretly observing him.

He represented Hermit Valley and was indifferent to how many cultivators would die under the Beast Tide.

Regardless of who obtained the Bai Ze fetus, it was of no concern to Hermit Valley.

He was more interested in that scholar named Meng Cangran, who had recently infiltrated Hermit Valley…

Wherever there were disciples of the Confucian Sect, significant events often occurred. He was curious about what the Confucian Sect aimed to achieve in this great opportunity of the Divine Beast’s descent.

“Dong Fangbai, Brother Chen, I can understand your righteous indignation; after all, most of those below are cultivators from the Human Sect.”

“But what are you so anxious about? Look at how restless you are!”

The ancestor from Hermit Valley spoke in a tone reminiscent of an old child, not only with a peculiar dressing style but also with a strange way of speaking.

The Confucian Sect ancestor called Dong Fangbai was taken aback and retorted, “I am naturally pained for my Human Sect cultivators, unlike you, Zhou Wuleng, who is cold-blooded and heartless!”

Zhou Wuleng showed disdain and stopped speaking.

The Human Sect elder Chen Tiange, standing in the center, remained silent, thinking that these two old rivals had started again.

It was no wonder; the ideologies of the Confucian Sect and Hermit Valley regarding the world were vastly different, and they looked at each other with disdain.

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