Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 713: Chapter 656: Endless Slaughter

As Xia Wuyou feared, cultivators from the Yama Hall continuously appeared within the East Sea, and in just two days, they encountered no less than four teams.

No end to the killing!

This feeling left them both physically and mentally exhausted.

If this is what it’s like just in the Eastern Territory, what about the entire Central Continent?

How many cultivator teams are there?

It’s probably a number that would make one’s scalp tingle.

Han Yu silently dropped the giant log in his hand and looked at the crimson sea below.

Even he felt somewhat weak, and this feeling sprang from deep inside.

If it were just physical fatigue, that would be tolerable!

But this sense of powerlessness left him at a loss.

"I feel like I’ve slaughtered countless people by now."

He sighed silently in his Sea of Consciousness.

In the past few days, the number of Yama Hall cultivators who died at his hands was quite large.

Yet even after such slaughter, the opponents never stopped their aggression.

If this were any other sect in the Central Continent being slaughtered like this, they would already have fallen apart.

"Damn, just how many people do they have?"

Han Yu couldn’t help but curse.

The Artifact Spirit sighed helplessly and spoke, "Perhaps you could consider them as another Central Continent."

They had visited the Celestial Dao Sect’s small world, and from a certain perspective, it might truly be an independent miniature world.

If that’s the case, then Yama Hall would undoubtedly be the same.

Facing such a force that controls a whole world, how could you compare it to a mere sect in the Central Continent?

Thinking of it as a whole world makes more sense; the population of an entire realm’s cultivator force renders numbers insignificant.

"What you’re saying makes it even more despairing, okay?"

Han Yu spat lightly, his tone irritated.

The Central Continent struggles against a single force like Yama Hall, and such a power truly controls an entire world.

Then the Central Continent is like meat on a platter, waiting to be divided.

"In the end, it’s because your Central Continent is too weak."

The Artifact Spirit sighed again, the two sides are fundamentally not on the same level of confrontation.

No, it was never a confrontation at all. Yama Hall is methodically pursuing its goals.

And the Central Continent accepts passively, struggling even to resist.

"Unless the Central Continent can possess the power to counter."

The Artifact Spirit said this.

Power to counter?

Han Yu thought again of his Pills, yet was unsure if they could uplift the entire Central Continent.

"Do you think our Pills are enough to make the Central Continent strong?"

Han Yu suddenly wondered.

The Artifact Spirit shook its head with a derisive laugh.

"You’re dreaming."

Let’s not talk about how Han Yu only produces one Pill every three days.

Even if each Pill could grant a huge power boost, even if each Pill were suitable for the current situation.

But! How many can meet the standard to consume the Pills?

If all the top cultivators in the Central Continent consumed them all, what would Han Yu do when the next batch of Pills are needed?

This is also a major flaw!

"Unless the Central Continent quickly sees a rise in a new group of cultivators!"

This is the most optimistic scenario the Artifact Spirit could think of.

Moreover, speaking of Pills, recently, either Han Yu’s been gravely injured or busy here ambushing Yama Hall’s cultivators.

They even put this matter aside.

"There are two Pills now."

Han Yu hadn’t truly forgotten; being this close to the New City, they could go back and forth anytime, so there was no need to worry too much.

The situation on the outskirts of the East Sea remained unchanged; after two days of encirclement, there was no sign of the black mist slowing down.

He truly felt the inevitability of the situation.

Others, like Su Xiaoxiao, shared the same feeling.

There’s no way to eliminate them all, absolutely no way.

And that’s with people at his disposal.

With the current manpower, there were already over two thousand cultivators at the Initial Realm.

Plus, Mu Zili had provided him with some personal favors, fifty Walking the Dao cultivators.

Such a force was sufficient to sweep away Yama Hall’s cultivators on the Southern Border’s outskirts.

Yet even then, he still couldn’t stop Yama Hall’s actions.

The black mist continued to spread as it should, and the opponents kept sending more people.

"They know well that sending so many people would mostly lead to their deaths, so don’t they consider the consequences?"

Su Xiaoxiao felt some gloom; the ruthless, goal-oriented tactics of Yama Hall left a chill in his heart.

What gives them the confidence to treat Initial Realm cultivators as cannon fodder?

"Do we continue with the eradication?"

Someone asked.

Su Xiaoxiao remained silent for a moment, then nodded again, gritting his teeth.

"Eradicate! Why not continue?"

He truly did not believe Yama Hall could really treat these people as disposable cannon fodder.

Even if they were cannon fodder, he wanted to see just how much they had.

Was it truly endless slaughter?

After several more days of this, still there was no sign of Yama Hall retreating.

Every moment, streams of cultivator teams continued to pour in, under such slaughter.

Even Su Xiaoxiao’s heart grew cold from the killing.

Three thousand!

Even if not exactly, it was almost three thousand, right?

What kind of concept is that?

Su Xiaoxiao looked back at his own crew, a dense mass of people, even blocking out the sky in the air.

Yama Hall sent them to death without even blinking!

When Wang Xingzhi and Liu Zongyuan returned, it was already several days after Su Xiaoxiao’s onslaught.

This time, they brought a total of five hundred Walking the Dao cultivators.

This number came as quite a shock to Su Xiaoxiao at first.

Mobilizing Walking the Dao cultivators indicated that core forces were also engaged in combat.

He was even more shocked by the news Wang Xingzhi brought back.

The ten Great Palaces of Yama Hall were moving to the Central Continent?

Correspondingly, their Celestial Dao Sect would certainly have to take equivalent action.

His head couldn’t help but spin at the thought.

Isn’t this meant to dispatch core forces against each other?

This was comparable to laying all one’s cards on the table, in Central Continent terms.

And Mu Zili had sent a message.

"The Southern Border’s matters are still your responsibility."

Wang Xingzhi relayed Mu Zili’s words.

In other words, it was also Su Xiaoxiao’s job to lead this group of hands.

"Did they say how I should handle it?"

Su Xiaoxiao asked, furrowing his brow at the thought of being entrusted with such a large group.

Honestly, even if Mu Zili trusted him, he wasn’t sure he trusted himself.

Wang Xingzhi shook his head; Mu Zili hadn’t left any clear arrangements, and he himself had asked a similar question.

"Elder Mu said, just make your own decisions."

Su Xiaoxiao gave a wry smile; he wasn’t sure what decision to make.

If he had to decide, it would be to keep eradicating and killing.

To see if they could frighten the enemy with their killings!

"Then we’ll continue to kill."

Su Xiaoxiao shook his head, determined to kill as much as possible, as it was the only tactic he could think of.

Even if they couldn’t stop them, they couldn’t make it easy for the opponent either.

As for high-level forces, Su Xiaoxiao still dared not casually engage the Western Territory.

With Yama Hall’s disposition, some Divine Dao Realm cultivators were likely already stationed there, right?

After all, since his own master had come, theirs certainly could too.

In fact, not only had they come, but they’d also left the old Daoist half-crippled.

On the East Sea’s side, after the old Daoist bitterly endured for two days, the backlash period finally ended.

The return of spiritual power to his body felt extraordinarily good.

With spiritual power by his side again, he finally felt confident.

Heaven knows how frustrating it had been hiding here, especially fearing that Meng Yun might decide to attack again, stuffing himself full.

Wanting to leave, yet not daring.

Also fearing becoming a joke for thousands of years if slain by a minor cultivator on the opponent’s side.

Next time, he would definitely never resort to using this self-destructive Heavenly Injunction again.

The old Daoist could only make a secret vow after having learned his lesson.