The Beast Taming Concubine: The Useless Miss Wants to Strik Back

This battle was brutal, with countless corpses falling in the forest. Of the 300,000 cultivators of the human race, one third had fallen in just half a day, and the remaining half were injured. Not only that, every breath, a cultivator would fall to the ground and be killed by the alien spirits.

It's cruel and shocking.

A human cultivator, with an eighth-level cultivation, could not play much of a role on the battlefield. An alien warrior ignited the divine fire, and a ball of red flame shone from his brow, sweeping out.

The eighth-level human cultivator was immediately pierced with two holes in his chest, and his internal organs could be clearly seen. He stared with his eyes wide open, seemingly full of resentment.

On the other side, a warrior holding a mountain-splitting axe brought out rich elemental power and chopped down. In an instant, the two human masters were directly cut in two, and blood and flesh splattered.

The scenes were imprinted in the eyes of every human cultivator. The battle was so fierce that often one or two human cultivators were needed to deal with one alien spirit. If they had not been guarding the mountainside, with the blessing of the formation and the strong defense force, even an army of 300,000 would have been swallowed up long ago.

But even if they persisted and had more perseverance, they were now besieged by alien spirits, and the mountains and plains were full of people with strong cultivation. In particular, the alien spirit kings appeared from time to time, dominating the area and suppressing the human cultivators, making it difficult for them to breathe.

"Look! Reinforcements are coming!"

Suddenly a voice shouted, it was like rain falling in the desert, or like seeing the other shore in the rough sea.

Excitement seemed to be contagious, and every cultivator was in high spirits, and their fighting power was raised to a higher level.

"Hold on, brothers. Reinforcements are coming. We are saved."

The escape from death allowed everyone to be reborn, and they fought desperately, and for a while they actually withstood the attack of the alien spirits.

In the distance, you can see a flag flying in the sky.

There is a bright moon shining above, hanging high in the sky.

Countless bronze warships appeared, as if they had arrived across infinite boundaries.

This is reinforcements!

After leaving the main group, Niu Heng did not waste any time and traveled day and night to the nearest place to seek help.

He didn't even have time to eat his favorite food. Niu Heng lost three times more weight before he arrived at an area 300,000 miles away, which was the nearest military stronghold.

When I came here, I told the person in charge of this place about the situation, but it was not so smooth. This person in charge came from Yunxian Palace, and he didn't like Feng Qingcheng and other cultivators from the Southern Alliance very much, so he declined for various reasons.

Niu Heng flew into a rage on the spot and started cursing. He was so irritated that he could not bear it any longer. He knew that he had a group of brothers and relatives waiting for his rescue. If he could not get there in time, the consequences would be disastrous.

Niu Heng was anxious. He couldn't imagine the consequences of not being able to find reinforcements. He saw countless familiar corpses lying on the ground. The scene was very cruel. It would be a lifelong pain.

All this would only make Niu Heng blame himself because he did not ask for reinforcements.

Niu Heng's insults naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the person in charge of Yunxian Palace, and when he was about to punish him severely, suddenly a huge sword cut through the sky and came here. A dignified aura swept in all directions, shocking everyone, and even the person in charge of Yunxian Palace could not bear it.

Ordinary disciples might only feel the terror of the newcomer, but this warrior from Yunxian Palace knows that the aura that can scare him is definitely a hundred times stronger than his own, and they are not on the same level at all.

You know, he is a peak humanity warrior who has entered the eleventh level. Although he has only been at this level for a few months, it is enough to show his own talent and strength.

But even someone with his cultivation level felt horrified, which showed how powerful the newcomer was. His status in the Eastern Wilderness was definitely first-rate.

Thinking of this, the man's face turned pale, because he felt a trace of murderous intent coming towards him from this breath, which made him kneel down in haste: "I didn't know that you were coming, and I didn't come to greet you. Please forgive me!"

After he finished speaking, sweat broke out on his forehead, and the murderous intent never left his body, as if he would deliver a fatal blow at any time. And he could not stop this attack, like a prehistoric beast that could swallow him in one bite.

Niu Heng turned around and saw a middle-aged man standing on the giant sword. He was wearing a fluttering robe and exuded endless majesty, especially his eyes, which were as vast and boundless as stars.

Behind the middle-aged man, a bright moon rose, and the vast ocean swept in all directions, like a fairy coming to the mortal world.

Every move of the man seemed to be driven by the principles of Tao and contained a terrifying aura.

Niu Heng was stunned when he saw the man, then he wailed and shouted, "Master Seventh Bridge Master, I am so glad to see you. If you don't show up, all your disciples will die."

Niu Heng knew that this was an opportunity. This was the master of his junior sister Feng Qingcheng, the seventh bridge master from Mingyue Pavilion. He was a overlord-level figure in the Eastern Wilderness. If this man took action, he would have nothing to worry about.

Niu Heng placed all his hopes on this man. As expected, as the master of the Seventh Bridge and a leader of Mingyue Pavilion, he would naturally not sit idly by.

"Yes, I have heard it."

The Seventh Bridge Master had a gloomy face. He had just arrived and had heard clearly what had happened. If it was anyone else, he might not have intervened, but the Seventh Bridge's disciples, the disciples of Mingyue Pavilion, were trapped, but no troops were sent to rescue them. This made his face gloomy, and a strong murderous intent was revealed.

The Lord of the Seventh Bridge was known to be overbearing and protective. How could he not be furious when he heard the news?

For a moment, the leader of Yunxian Palace felt sweat all over his body and seemed to be about to faint.

"How dare you abandon my disciples of Mingyue Pavilion!" The Seventh Bridge Master shouted coldly, as if countless huge mountains were pressing down, instantly crushing the man's body. He fell to the ground, coughing up blood, and looked very seriously ill.

A master at the peak of humanity turned into this state, which shocked everyone. Especially Niu Heng, who was very close. Although this force was not directed at him, he could vaguely feel it a little bit. Just this little bit was like thousands of golden knives cutting through his body, and he was about to suffocate!

"Hurry up and take people to rescue them. If you can't save them, I will take your life!" The Seventh Bridge Master snorted coldly, his eyes were as cold as ice, making the head of Yunxian Palace tremble with fear. He had no doubt that if he really failed to do it, this time next year would probably be his death anniversary.

Even though he was a strong man of Yunxian Palace and a person of the highest level of humanity, he was nothing in front of the man in front of him.