Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1260: Chapter 654: Spinning Vortex

The roar directly affected the soul, even experts in the Heavenly Palace Realm found it hard to bear.

Amidst the earth-shaking roars, the dense darkness finally revealed its true form.

It wasn’t some dark cloud; it was clearly thousands of twisted monsters!

Some of them resembled humans but had six arms, some looked like fierce beasts but were covered in scales, and others were just masses of squirming flesh, covered with scarlet eyes.

Each monster exuded a suffocating aura of ferocity, and the red light flickering in their eyes seemed capable of burning through the soul.

"This... this is..."

Lv Feng’s voice trembled, and cold sweat instantly drenched his back.

Wang Xiu Jie’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

"The legend of the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge... it’s actually true..."

He recalled the secret tale circulated among the various Holy Lands.

In the depths of the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge resided a group of terrifying creatures from the Ancient Era.

The founder of the Qinghe Holy Land was the only person to have seen them and lived to leave.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The footsteps of the monsters were like muffled thunder, shaking the Blood River violently.

As they approached, the roars grew louder, starting as rolling thunder and quickly turning into the calls of thousands of beasts.

The sound waves sliced through the air with sharp howls, causing some of the weaker cultivators to bleed from their seven orifices on the spot.

"Form up! Quickly, form up!"

Wang Xiu Jie shouted sternly.

His followers hurriedly gathered around, each face filled with fear.

Coldness flashed in Wang Xiu Jie’s eyes as his hands quickly formed seals.

"Nine Revolutions Celestial Gang Array, rise!"

"Boom!"

A golden light screen shot up from the ground, enveloping everyone within.

As the array began to operate, everyone’s power was forcibly twisted into one, unleashing combat power far greater than Wang Xiu Jie’s own.

Lv Feng was the first to rush into the array, and the others followed suit, scrambling to get in.

In an instant, Wang Xiu Jie became the core for everyone.

"Senior Brother Wang, we’re counting on you!"

The man in black was trembling.

A barely perceptible smile flickered at the corner of Wang Xiu Jie’s mouth.

"Don’t worry, I’ll take the lead in the attack, you just assist."

Though his words sounded assuring, inwardly he sneered.

If danger truly arose, these fools would be the best cannon fodder.

"Here they come!" someone screamed.

The monstrous army suddenly split a hundred meters away.

Hundreds of weaker monsters charged at the array, while more terrifying ones headed straight for Gu Sheng’s direction!

"Their target is Gu Sheng?"

Lv Feng keenly noticed the anomaly.

A sharp light flashed in Wang Xiu Jie’s eyes.

"Interesting..."

Upon careful observation, he found that although a lot of monsters were rushing at them, their cultivation was typically from the early to mid-stage of the Heavenly Palace Realm.

Whereas the ones heading toward Gu Sheng were at least at the peak of the Heavenly Palace Realm, with a few emitting an aura comparable to the Holy Master!

"Senior... Senior Brother Wang..."

A female cultivator’s teeth chattered.

"Should we retreat? Those monsters are too scary..."

"Retreat?"

Wang Xiu Jie sneered.

"Retreating now would be a death sentence!"

He raised his voice suddenly to ensure everyone could hear him.

"Everyone, don’t panic! I have a secret treasure that can take us out of the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge at a critical moment!"

An ancient Jade Talisman floated in his palm, engraved with intricate space runes.

"A Space Transmission Talisman?" the Man in Green Robe exclaimed.

"That’s a life-saving Supreme Treasure!"

Wang Xiu Jie acted generously.

"Indeed! This item can take ten of us away, but it can only be used once. Unless absolutely necessary, I won’t use it."

These words indeed steadied the troops.

When it truly came to life and death, he intended to only take his confidants away.

"Would I, Wang Xiu Jie, gamble with my own life?"

The crowd was stunned by his declaration, calming the agitation slightly.

Taking the opportunity, Wang Xiu Jie pointed towards the terrifying monsters in the distance, his voice deep and powerful.

"The Qinghe Ancestor said back in the day, these monsters cannot leave the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge! Otherwise, with their power, the Xinghong Spirit Domain would have been turned upside down long ago!"

The mention of "Qinghe Ancestor" brought awe to everyone’s eyes.

That figure was one of the mightiest in the Xinghong Spirit Domain, having single-handedly founded the Qinghe Holy Land, and his judgments had never been wrong.

"But Senior Brother Wang..."

A female cultivator still felt uneasy, her voice trembling.

"Those monsters..."

"No buts!"

Wang Xiu Jie cut her off.

"The Ancestor managed to retreat unscathed back then, why can’t we? Stick to my battle array, and I’ll keep you safe!"

These words were spoken with great conviction, finally calming the crowd as they regrouped around Wang Xiu Jie.

No one noticed the icy glint that flashed in his eyes.

"Go!"

With Wang Xiu Jie’s command, the battle array shone brilliantly, charging toward the monster horde!

Lv Feng and others eagerly followed, believing Wang Xiu Jie intended to lead them out of danger.

Unbeknownst to them, Wang Xiu Jie’s true aim was to follow the most terrifying monsters in their continued pursuit of Gu Sheng.

"Boom!"

The battle array plunged fiercely into the monster horde.

The monsters at the forefront were instantly torn to pieces, their black blood splattering.

"Maintain formation!"

Wang Xiu Jie commanded sharply, his eyes, however, were fixed on the distance.

The monsters comparable to the Holy Master were swarming around Gu Sheng, heading towards the end of the Blood River.

Where the battle array passed, monsters scattered. Sheltered by the array, Wang Xiu Jie and his team maneuvered with ease, but the other cultivators like Lv Feng were not so fortunate.

"Ah!"

A scream echoed as a cultivator was punctured through the chest by a monster’s sharp claw, dying on the spot.

Wang Xiu Jie turned a deaf ear to it, accelerating instead.

The battle array rampaged through the monster horde, solely to close the distance on Gu Sheng.

On the mountaintop, the Qinghe Saintess, clad in white, gazed down at the surging Blood River.