Chapter 2027: The Tide of Beasts on the Grasslands

Then he urged the sword light to sweep continuously around the demonic beasts, but his gaze shifted and swept over the area not far behind him.

Over there, the Long Family Ancestor and others were also engaged in slaughtering other demonic beasts.

Among them, the feathered-robed maiden flicked her fingers rapidly, sending out silver streaks like a torrential rain, causing large swathes of demonic beasts to plummet from the sky.

The long-haired man from the Lin Family now wielded a fiery-red jade ruler, its body translucent, from which bursts of flames shot out, instantly turning demonic beasts into fireballs.

The Long Family Ancestor and Elder Hui, one with his hands transformed into two massive golden claws, slashed through the air with countless claw shadows shrieking in the void, while the other waved his sleeves, releasing rolling clouds of green mist.

Any demonic beast that ventured within a hundred zhang of them was either torn to shreds or instantly paralyzed and poisoned to death.

As for the Spirit Tribe, the hidden old scholar now held an ancient green lamp in his hand, from which dozens of purple flames cyclically flew out, enveloping an area of about a mu in size.

Wherever the purple shadows passed, numerous demonic beasts vanished into wisps of green smoke.

The mysterious Spirit Tribe member, Bai Qi, floated forward leisurely within his protective spiritual light, not moving his limbs. Yet, wherever the white light passed, nearby demonic beasts split apart as if simultaneously slashed by countless blades.

The gaunt Elder Jin Gu now had a copper gong-like artifact before him, emitting only a low hum. However, any demonic beast that approached immediately staggered as if drunk before collapsing to the ground.

The last one, the expressionless youth “Zhishui,” now wore a silver battle armor that completely covered his skin, transforming into a whirlwind as he charged headlong into the frontlines of the beast horde.

Wherever the thunderous sounds passed, limbs of demonic beasts flew everywhere, revealing a bloodthirsty and frenzied demeanor.

After observing all this, Han Li frowned slightly.

Whether due to bad luck or poor timing, their group had unexpectedly encountered a massive tide of demonic beasts surging from the depths of the demonic plains after only traveling along its edge for a dozen or so days.

Familiar with the horrors of beast tides in the Spirit Realm, Han Li and the others were naturally alarmed and immediately sought to avoid the horde by detouring.

However, they had underestimated the ferocity of this demonic calamity. The demonic beasts pouring from the plains were endless, all uniformly resembling demonic wolves.

Most of these beasts were at the Foundation Establishment or Core Formation stages, with the strongest only comparable to Nascent Soul cultivators. Yet their sheer numbers were enough to drive ordinary cultivators to despair.

Even though the Long Family Ancestor and the others unleashed powerful attacks from the start, slaughtering millions of these beasts, the horde’s inexhaustible numbers eventually forced them into its midst.

Wave after wave of demonic beasts surrounded Han Li and the others. No matter how many were killed, the surrounding horde never seemed to diminish, as if truly infinite.

Despite their formidable abilities, the Long Family Ancestor and the others had no choice but to band together and fight their way forward.

But the demonic beasts seemed fixated on them, launching suicidal attacks day and night without respite.

After two days and nights of relentless slaughter, the horizon remained filled with endless dark shadows, with no sign of breaking free.

This situation not only made Han Li inwardly gasp but also caused the Long Family Ancestor and the others to furrow their brows.

Compared to the beast tides in human territories, this was like heaven and earth. Only the massive sea beast hordes of the Spirit Realm’s oceans could rival this.

Han Li suddenly raised a hand, and with a thunderous crack, several thick golden lightning arcs flashed into another oncoming wave of beasts.

Golden light flickered, and thunder roared.

Three to four hundred demonic beasts were instantly reduced to charred corpses.

Though these beasts were fearless, even they hesitated momentarily at this sight.

Seizing the opportunity, Han Li vanished without a trace.

The next moment, he reappeared beside the Long Family Ancestor.

“Brother Long, this is not good. Though our mana is deep, we cannot kill all these beasts. Their relentless attacks suggest a beast king is driving them. No matter how many we slay, they will never relent,” Han Li said gravely.

“You’re right. I’ve considered this. Otherwise, they would have retreated by now. We cannot afford to linger, lest high-ranking demons notice us. We must kill the beast king and disperse the horde,” the Long Family Ancestor replied darkly, then pressed a palm toward the distant void.

Boom!

A colossal, indistinct palm materialized above and descended with crushing force.

Hundreds of demonic beasts were instantly flattened into pulp.

After exchanging a few words with the Spirit Tribe members via sound transmission, the Long Family Ancestor turned to Han Li.

“Brother Han, I’ve discussed this with Sister Qianqiu. Among us, only the four late-stage cultivators can handle the beast king alone. Let the others hold the line while we split into four directions to hunt it down. We’ll regroup in three hours. If unsuccessful, we’ll find another way to break free. The beast king can’t be far, or it wouldn’t control the horde so tightly.”

“Agreed. My divine sense detected strong beast auras to the east. I’ll head there.”

The Long Family Ancestor nodded, then instructed Elder Hui before striding westward.

Meanwhile, the Qianqiu Saintess and Bai Qi headed south and north, respectively.

Amidst the beasts’ howls, the three soon vanished into the horde.

The feathered-robed maiden and the others adjusted their positions, forming a defensive circle against the onslaught.

Han Li took a deep breath and shot forth as a green streak.

Wherever the green light passed, rivers of blood flowed as beasts were cleaved in two.

For over two hours, Han Li pressed forward, his seventy-two small swords swirling like dragons around him, exuding an intangible chill.

Some beasts were split apart before the light even touched them, a testament to his enhanced cultivation and the swords’ increased power.

Yet, anxiety gnawed at him.

Though he encountered several mutated beasts, none matched the strength of a beast king.

As the three-hour mark neared, the horde showed no signs of thinning, making him consider retreating.

Just then, his expression shifted as he sensed something ahead.

In the distance, violent explosions erupted, and the beasts attacking him suddenly whimpered and turned to flee.

Puzzled but decisive, Han Li accelerated his green streak, shredding any beasts in his path.

Unhindered, he covered a hundred li in moments before halting abruptly.

Ahead, a group of emerald-green beasts blocked his way, their bristling fur glowing faintly with a toxic aura.

The fleeing beasts split around them without hesitation.

Han Li ignored them, focusing beyond the green beasts where a dozen silver beasts besieged two figures.

Nearby lay a charred beast with two multicolored horns, bleeding profusely.

Above its head floated a faint silver object, from which a half-burned gray incense stick emitted curling smoke, forming an almost imperceptible circle around the clearing.

Farther out, more green beasts and the ordinary horde surrounded the area, roaring furiously but not daring to cross the smoke’s boundary.