[END] Will Eternal

Chapter 309: The Profound Flow of Surrender Sect!

A Will Eternal – Chapter 309

Chapter 309: The Profound Flow of Surrender Sect!

"Secte of the Profound Stream, did you give up ?!" The words of these Blood Sect ancestors echoed in all directions. Simultaneously, the command was passed down to the disciples. The giant supported by the Outer Sect disciples of the Spirit Sect stream roared as they struck the spell formation, joining the huge blood ball consisting of the Outer Sect disciples of the Blood Flow Sect.

A huge explosion erupted from this first major attack. The cultivators inside the city of the Profound Yang Flow Sect had difficulty continuing the power of the spell formation, and were left to tremble. And that was only from the attacks by the disciples of the Outer Sect! The sheer amount involved left the Cultivation base of the Sect's profound flow cultivators in chaos.

At the same time, the disciples of the Outer Sect shouted in unison: "Secte of the Profound Stream, did you give up ?!"

Their voice was like thunder that shook the hearts and minds of the cultivators of the Profound Flow Sect. Before they could even begin to perform some breathing exercises to recover, the enhanced waves of corpses, gargoyles, war chariots and ferocious beasts were charged forward in the second great attack.

The attack was even more intense than the previous attack, and released a pressure greater than the previous one. The planters of the Great Flow Sect felt as if their cultivation base was going to be smashed to pieces. Even the patriarchs were included. Everyone was aware that the attacks carried out by the two sects would only continue to become stronger!

Before they even had time to react, and almost simultaneously with the second attack, the Inner Sect disciples of the two sects launched a third attack! The incarnation of the spell formation of the Spirit Stream Sect and the locust-like magic of the Blood Flow Sect formed together into something like a sharp sword slashing towards the incantation formation!

"Secte of the Profound Stream, did you give up ?!"

Their cries caused the entire city to tremble. The shield of the spell formation distorted, and the planters of the Profound Flow Sect trembled violently. Their cultivation base could not bear it anymore. This third attack was even more powerful than the others, and many pale-faced cultivators inside the formation even started to wither.

There was no chance for them to rest or recuperate even for a moment. Things are not over. Next came the Chosen Ones and the peak lords of the seven mountain peaks on the southern and northern edges of the Spirit Stream Sect, in the form of enormous spell-building giants. On their side were their contemporaries from the four mountain peaks of the Bloodstream Sect. The fourth strong attack!

This attack was completely different from the first three. It was like piercing a dagger into the heart of a dying person. The spell formation trembled, and the cultivators supporting it from within all started coughing up blood. Again, there was no other choice for them other than to let the spell formation shrink.

Next was the giant spell formation from Daoseed Mountain, including Bai Xiaochun's. Joining them were the overlords and blood elders of the Blood Stream Sect. A terrifying roar resounded as they unleashed a fifth great attack!

The attack unleashed a force greater than all the previous attacks. Bai Xiaochun joined in the thunder exclamation as the spell formation distorted, and then shrank again. The mountains in the area collapsed, and the city seemed in great danger of just collapsing!

More blood was spilled from the mouths of cultivators who were strengthening the spell formation, whose Qi passageways were already significantly injured. Some of them wither so they have to be replaced. When that happened, the shrill cries of the Spirit and the Blood Flow Sect reached their ears.

"Secte of the Profound Stream, did you give up ?!"

The hearts of the cultivators of the Great Flow Sect pounded on their chests, but before they could reunite, a sixth great attack headed towards them!

The attack came from over 100 main elders from both sects. They held nothing back as they unleashed the most powerful attack to the spell formation!

Spell formations rumbled as cracks spread. It shrank again, exposing the outer area of the city. More cultivators inside coughed up blood, and many of them fell into unconsciousness.

The main emotion in the minds of most cultivators in the city was despair! However, another attack had already entered. The cultivation base of the blood ripper and the old echelon planter erupted. The Trump card was released without hesitation. Visually, the seventh great attack looked like a shooting star that struck the shield of the incantation formation.

BOOOOOOOOOM!

The damage to the spell formation spread even further. The walls of the city began to collapse, revealing exhausted profound Sound Stream Sect cultivators inside. The few cultivators who had strengthened the spell formation instantly shattered within the body and soul.

The area covered by the spell formation shrank again, leaving many cultivators outside of its protection.

Some of those cultivators had once been members of the Pill Stream Sect. They could only sit quietly there with gritted teeth; they had no desire to be considered part of the Profound Flow Sect anymore.

Then, the eighth great attack was closed!

Six patriarchs of the Blood Stream Sect and four of the Spirit Stream Sect joined together for the eighth attack! They were like ten gods, and only their voices released their battle power like thunder from heaven.

Boom is heard continuously. More than half of the city was destroyed now, and all the patriarchs of the Profound Stream Sect were left coughing up blood. Their faces were pale, and their bodies were withered. They looked older than before, and even Patriarch Crimsonsoul staggered backwards, blood spurting out of his mouth.

It was at that moment that the remnants of the Pill Stream Sect unleashed their own powerful attacks. A huge pill furnace smashed into the spell formation shield, and the tens of thousands of cultivators behind it attacked by suicide. Another powerful shout filled the air.

"Secte of the Profound Stream, did you give up ?!"

One of the cultivators within the Pill Stream Sect was a young lady with a white gauze veil. Her face was blurred, but her eyes were visible, and it was very beautiful. Almost all of the cultivators in the Pill Stream Sect were obsessed with him. In that sea of people, she was like a pearl on the beach, brilliant and beautiful!

Booms echoed as the spell formation trembled. When the pill furnace hit him, there was a huge gap opening. The Crimsonsoul Patriarch spread his hands wide, and the power of the large circle of Nascent Soul cultivation base exploded as he joined the scattered remains of the cultivators of the Great Stream Sect who were powering the spell formation.

However, that was when Bai Xiaochun noticed something in the air above the spell formation. His eyes widened when he realized that he was looking at a very familiar monkey.

The old monkey held a large stick that was raised above his head. Eyes flickering with an ancient light, as well as a dignity that could shake heaven and earth, he smashed the staff down.

"Secte of the Profound Stream, did you give up ?!" an old-fashioned sounding voice. The spell formation shook violently, and finally, exploded!

Shock waves exploded in all directions. The Crimsonsoul Patriarch coughed out a mouthful of blood. The other cultivators of the Profound Flow Sect were all wet with blood from various wounds. At the same time, something shot into the city, something moving so fast that it was impossible for anyone to see it clearly at first. Only when he landed on the altar in the middle of the city was it possible to say that it was a rabbit!

The rabbit's eyes gleamed with a mysterious light as he took out an incense stick from the altar and extinguished it!

When that happened, the middle-aged man who was fighting the scarecrow suddenly disappeared. Then the scarecrow looked down, emitting a terrifying energy that could only be possessed by the deepest reserve force of the sect. That energy was locked onto the injured patriarch of the Profound Stream Sect, making it impossible for them to make a move.

Everything happens almost too fast to process. The monkey appeared, opened the spell formation, then the rabbit extinguished the incense, and finally the scarecrow sent a devastating energy. It all happened in a few moments.

Bai Xiaochun's eyes widened as he stared at the rabbit at the altar. Suddenly, he got a very bad premonition ….

It was then that Bai Xiaochun suddenly realized that many cultivators from both sects were all competing with each other to enter the city. It was even true of the remains of the Pill Stream Sect on the other hand, led by the young lady in the white veil. Bai Xiaochun slapped his thigh.

"Service battle! Anyone who enters the city first will get a huge reward! " Suddenly inspired, he roared and shot at high speed. Bruiser seemed to understand exactly what he was thinking, and pushed him. Bai Xiaochun flew forward, wings flapping, hurtling across the battlefield like a meteor. He immediately passed everyone, and then quickly stepped onto the ruined city wall.

"Secting the Profound Stream, are you going to give up ?!" The echoes of his shout caused the Crimsonsoul Patriarch's heart to be filled with bitterness. He looked around at the cultivators of the Profound Stream Sect, and then at Bai Xiaochun. He knew that after giving up, he had to find a method to resolve the differences between the two of them. Even as his eyes flickered, the other patriarchs clasped hands and bowed to Bai Xiaochun.

"We're surrendering!"

Everything became silent for a moment, and then cheers emerged from the Spirit and Bloodstream Sect. The planters of the Great Flow Sect sighed, and Bai Xiaochun's eyebrows shot up and down in excitement. Raising his chin, he waved his sleeve and proudly said, "By flicking a finger, I, Bai Xiaochun reduced the Profound Stream of–"

Before he could finish speaking, a small turtle head emerged from his bag of holding and looked at him. The turtle breathed.

"Ah, it's been a long time since I heard someone blow their own horn out loud."

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